The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1919-12-11
CHAPTER ~.
The Wicked Flee.

thought of the diamonds and only two
women alone In the house-appar-
-ently-to guard them, but Mrs. Della
rio was terrified.
'gThese stones"-she looked about
the room despairingly. "Whore can
hide them? And we two women alone
In the house."
Again the ring-a long, long rattle ;
whoever 1t was meant to get in. Fol-
lowed pounding on the door.
Mrs. Delario, though deathly white,
was now composed and ready to meet
the emergency. whatever it was. Me-
chanically she slipped the elastic ever
the box and rose.
"I'll go to the door," she decided.
ats better to see who 1t is, anyway.
Perhaps it's only district messenger.
If 1t isn't-if it should be officers
they might break in the door,"
And with that she whisked up her
skirt and tucked the box down into her
stocking.
1 had risen and was preparing to
follow her out, feeling she might need
me, but she turned and said for me
to wait behind the door out Of sight
and listen.
She left me. heard the front door
open just as the pounding began again.
She asked, "What Is it?" and a mans
voice answered, "Does Eugene Delario
dive here?" She said he did. and de-
manded what was wanted of him. The
mans voice said. II must see him at
once"
And then, to my amazement, heard
her tell the man, "Tm sorry, but you
can't-tonight; he's sick In bed"
~ rather think can see him. then,
was the retort. "And l will"
There followed, well, not quite @
scuffle but very active shufiling OF
feet, and the man pushed his way into
the house in spite of her, pushing heI
aside from the door, which he shut
with a bang and snow, then" Sen
sations began to trickle down my
spine.
ain which room is the young mar
sick?" demanded the voice.
~ tell you you can't see hlm-I re
fuse to let you go upstairs. Wha
right have you forcing yourself int
my house this way and demanding t.
see my sick son?' she asked angrily.
snow, lady, be reasonable and III
show you" he replied In a tone mean
to conciiate. ! heard a rattle of pa
per.
"a warrant I" she gasped.
"That's what" he said. "Want t.
see my badger" There was sligh
rustic as I assumed he showed 1t t
her, for she gasped, "An officer-a war
ranti" and seemed to sway on tn,
stair.
snow, lady," he began, still concili
ating, "you don't want to make an!
more trouble for yourself than's nee
essary. I got to do my duty-and 4
amt always pleasant-but / got to d.
1t. 1t amt my fault If l got to arres
your son-I amt doing 1t to spite you
nor him-he didn't steal any diamond
off me. you know"
"Steal any diamondsl she inter
rupted. "He never stole diamond II
his life. Neverl"
Il IL
answered, $50 much the better for hin
IL he didn't steal them-rm sure
hope for your sake he didn't, thougl
II looks bad, him trying to sell then
10 the very parties that knew all abou
them"
"Oh!" and I could see her clingin
TO the banlster. She was evidently a
loss what to do.
I understood In a flash what ha
happened--this man or an accomplic
was the one who had followed her so
home. from the Maiden lane dealer
yesterday. He evidently thought h
was making headway. for he went OF
"Now see here, lady. you take
from me-the parties that are press
ing this case don't care for publicit
any more than you door your so
does. II would ruin him II 1t got Int
the papers. to say nothing Of his ser,
ing time for it"
Serving timei My God" brok
from her involuntarily.
''Of course he'll serve time II II
proved on him." her visitor assure
her.
She gave a sob. was wrought VI
1t was all could do to keep my plac
and not join her and help defy tn
man; but his next words held me III
tening.
'If he'll give back the stones b