The L'Anse sentinel., 1919-01-24


Of quick anger. and made a gesture Of
dismissal. The man held his ground
doggedly. the voices became angrier.
"Nol No. 1 tell you" the woman
criea. II don't know who you are I
VIII you gor
Suddenly a man came along the
passage behind her. carrying a walk
ing-cane with a heavy handle. BE
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 1t and brought II
down again and again upon the others
head and face. in a 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 over his face.
my dear Wallace, what the dickens
are you doing here" he demanded.
"Are you trying to kill this man7'
asked Mark.
Kellerman seemed nonplussed for
the moment.
II hope I've given him his lesson"
he answered. He came here and de-
manded money, and nearly frightened
Mrs. Kenson out of her senses Let
me present you"
Mark looked into the keen Capprais-
Ing eyes Of Mrs. Kenson with dislike
and disgust.
you'd better let him go, Major Kel.
lerman," he said. As he spoke he saw
Mrs. Kenson bite her lip vindictively.
"Oh. I'll leave him to you," respond.
ed Kellerman airiIy. 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 muttering vaguely.
-Four years since I've seen her." he
mumbled. II didn't want money. Only
the word. God knows 1 wouldn't have
taken money from her as he said, the
cur" -
"Was she your wife," asked Mark
thinking that he saw light.
God forbidi" 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
"What's your name and where do you
Liver" he asked. 81 haven't time to
waste on you. but I'm ready to helr
you If can"
my name? Hartley. Good enough
name. isn't it7 Liver I haven't lived
for more years than remember. Tn
corpse see? / wanted to live
That's why came here when I 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 herr Where the car
cass is. there are the eagles-or Is II
vultures7
Mark drew the mans arm through
his and led him away, Presently q
cab came crawling up. He hailed II
and gave his address.
He took him home and played the
Good Samaritan, washed his wounds
plastered them. and gave the man q
bed In his living room. Hartley had
subsided into a state Of frightened 81.
lence. He looked dubiously at MARI
all the while he was receiving his min.
istrations. and would say nothing.
"Now. please understand" said
Mark. I've brought you here because
you seem to me to be up against It
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 want you to
understand you're free, and I'll help
you II I can" ~
Hartley flushed rather oddly, Mark
thought, but said not word. 1t was
foolish act, he thought repeatedly
before he fell asleep; but he must win
the mans confidence II he was to learn
the mystery. And he was satisfied
that his interest in Eleanor's move
ment boded no harm to her.
In the morning, Hartley was gone,
a q ha aYnacfod lRuf ha had fakon moi.