Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1918-12-27

dismissal. The man held his ground
doggedly. the voices became angrier.
"Noi No. 1 tell you /" the woman
criea. 81 don't know who you are
WIN you goT"
Suddenly a man came along the
passage behind her. carrying a walk
ing-cane with a heavy handle. He
raised 1t and brought it crashing down
on the others head.
The man fell to the ground, evident.
ly half stunned by the blow. The man
with the cane raised it and brought II
down again and again upon the others
head and face, in succession of sick
ening crashes.
Mark ran to the garden gate. The
man with the stick paused. raised his
head, and looked at him. Mark recog-
nized Kellerman. AS Kellerman, in
turn, recognized him, an angry sneer
spread ever his face.
my dear Wallace, what the dickens
are you doing hereT' he demanded.
"Are you trying to kill this MANI"
asked Mark.
Kellerman seemed nonplussed for
the moment.
Il hope I've given him his lesson"
he answered. "ae came here and de
manded money, and nearly frightened
Mrs Henson out of her senses. Let
me present YOU"
Mark looked into the keen. apprais-
ing eyes of Mrs. Henson with dislike
and disgust.
You'd better let him go, Major KEEL
lerman." he said. AS he spoke he saw
Mrs. Reason bite her lip vlndictively.
"0h. I'll leave him to you." respond
ed Kellerman airily. "You'll excuse me,
Wallace, I'm sure. but Mrs. Kenson's
auto will be here in few moments"
Mark, hot with indignation. answer
ed nothing. but raised the man from
the ground and got him outside the
gate. AS he did so he heard the door
of the house close softly.
The tramp was half unconscious.
and mutterlng vaguely.
-Four years since I've seen her." he
mumbled. Il didn't want money. Only
the word. God knows / wouldn't have
taken money from her as he said, the
cur"
WAS she your wife2" asked Mark.
thinking that he saw light.
God forbidr" calculated the man
with convincing spontaneity. "Who
are you, anyway" he demanded. look
ing at him directly for the first time
What were you doing in that placer"
He grasped Mark by the arm. "Are
you another friend of hers?" he asked.
"Or didn't you know that it's the swell
est gambling house in Washington?
Mark took him by the shoulders.
whats your name and where do you
liveY he asked. 81 haven't time to
waste on you, but I'm ready to help
you if can"
"My name? Hartley. Good enough
name, isn't it? Live? haven't lived
for more years than / remember. I'm
a corpse see? / wanted to live.
That's why l came hers when heard
she was in Washington. Walked from
New York. Why should she be here
now, unless there's another poor young
fool like me for her? Where the car
cass is. there are the eagles-or Is 1t
vuIturesf
Mark drew the mans arm through
his and led him away, Presently a
cab came crawling up. He hailed it
and gave his address.
He took him home and played the
Good Samaritan, washed his wounds,
plastered them, and gave the man
bed in his living room. Hartley had
subsidized into state OF frightened ST.
lence. He looked obviously at Mark
all the while he was receiving his min
istrations, and would say nothing.
snow, please understand" said
Mark. 'Tve brought you here because
you seem to me to he up against IL.
The doors unlocked. And I'm trusting
you with my things. Those cups are
silver, Hartley-I won them at West
Point. That little picture is by Griffin
and worth about seven hundred. That's
about all, think-but l want you TO
understand you're free, and I'll help
you If can
Hartley flushed rather oddly, Mark
thought, but said not word. II was
a foolish act, he thought repeatedly
before he fell asleep; but he must win
the mans confidence IL he was to learn
the mystery. And he was satisfied
that his interest I'm Eleanor's move
ment bodied no harm to her.
In the morning. Hartley was gone,
as he expected. But he had taken mel.
ther the cups nor the picture.