The Lamar register., 1919-02-19


spring the trap was for me to go
after the clerk and put bullet
through him. 1t wasn't necessary, as
1t turned out, but If 1t had been"
"oh. you couldn't" she broke in
quickly. 81 cant believe that of you 70
.You think I couldn't? Let me tell
you of thing that I have done.
Night before last verda HIGHLANDER
had wire from young fellow who
wants to marry her. He had found
out that she was here in Brewster.
and the wire was to tell her that he
was coming In that night on the de-
layed Flyer She asked me to meet
him and tell him she had gone to bed.
He Is a miserable little wretch; a sort
of sham reprobate; and she has never
cared for him, except to keep him dam
Cling around with u lot Of others 1
told her wouldn't meet him, and she
knew very well that | couldn't meet
him-and stay out of jail. Are you
listeningW
"I'm trying to-"
at was the pinch, and I wasn't big
enough--in your sense of the word-to
II Tucker Jibbey came here, Stanton
would pounce upon him at once; and
Jibbey, with a drink or two under his
belt, would tell all he knew. | fought
It all out while l was waiting for the
train. 1t was Jibbey's effacemen:, or
the end of the world for me, and for
Timsnyoni High Line
Dexter Baldwln's daughter was not
of those who shrek and faint at the
apparitlon OF horror. But the gray
eyes were dilating and her breath was
coming In little gasps when she said:
II can't believe 1t! You are not GO
Ing to tell me that you met this man
as friend, and then"
mo; IL didn't quite come to a muir
der In cold blood, though / thought 1t
might had Maxwell's runnbout. and
l got Jlbbey into 1t. He thought l was
going To drive him to the hotel. After
We got out OF town he grew suspicious,
and there was a struggle in the auto.
IL had to beat him over the head to
make him keep quiet; l thought for
the moment that l had killed him, and
knew. then. just how far | had gone
on the rond I've been travelling ever
since certain night In the middle Of
last May. The proof was In the way
/ felt; wasn't either sorry or horror
stricken: l was merely relieved to
think that he wouldn't trouble me, or
clutter up the world with his worth
less presence any longer"
But that wasn't your real selfI"
she expostulated.
"what was It, thenf'
II don't know-I only know that IL
wasn't you. But tell me: did he diet"
"No."
what have you done with himT"
do you know tho old abandoned
wire-Slver mine at Little Butter
81 knew II before II was abandoned,
yes"
II was out there one Sunday after
noon with Starbuck. The mine Is bulk
headed and locked. but one OF the keys
on my ring fitted the lock, and Star
/ buck and l went In and stumbled
around for while In the dark tun-
nels. 1 took Jibbey there and locked
him up. He's there now"
without foodT"
"Alone, yes: but I went out yester-
day ar 4 put basket OF food where he
could get It."
What are you going to do with
himf"
81 am going to leave him there until
after i have put Stanton and KinzIe
and the other buccaneers safely out of
business. When that is done. he can
go: and I'll go. too"
She had risen. and at the summing
up she turned from him and went aside
TO the one window TO stand for long
minute gazing down into the electric
lighted street. When she came back
her lips were pressed together and she
was very pale.
"when was in school, our old
psychology professor used to try to tell
US about the underman: the brute that
lies dormant inside OF us and is kept
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