The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1919-06-02

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griIled desk. stood IIse Dumont.
calm, disdainful, confronted ~
Rrandes, whose swollen, gresnlsh
eyes, injected with blood. glaRed
redly at her. Stull had hold Of
him and was trying to drag him
away.
"For Gods sake, Eddie. shut your
mouth" he pleaded in English
"You can't do that to her. what
ever she done to your
But Brandes, disengaging himself
with q jerk, pushed his way past
Sengoun to where Use stood
"I've got the goods on your he
said In a ferocious voice that Meth
er Stull nor Curfoot recognized
don't you! You took my wife from
me! Yes, my wife! :. She was my
wife! She Is my wife!-For all
slut!-Eor all you've done to break
me. double-cross me, ruin me, drive
me out Of every place 1 wenti And
OUT Get that? And you know
what they'll doIto you. don't you?
Well, you'll see when"
selves against him, but Brandes.
his round face pasty with fury.
struggled back again to confront
Use Dumont
A sne@ Of InVeetfVe.
Ruined mer' be repeated took
away from me the only thing God
ever gave me for my own! Took
my Wife!"
''You dogr said Use Dumont
very slowly. you dirty dogF
A frightful spasm crossed
Brandes' features. and Stull snatch
ed at the pistol he had whipped
out There was q struggle; Brsndes
wrenched the weapon free; but
Neeland tore his way past Curfoot
and struck. Brandes in the face with
the butt OF his heavy revolver.
Instantly the group parted right
and left; Sengoun suddenly twisted
out OF the clutches OF the men who
held him. sprang upon Curfoot, and
jerked the pistol from his fist. At
the same moment the entire front
Of the cafe gave way, and the mob
crashed inward with a roar amid
the deafening din OF shattered
metal and the clash OF splintering
glass.
Through the dust and falling
shower OF debris Brandes fred at Use
Dumont, reeled about in the whirl Of
the inrushing throng engulhng him,
still firing blindly at the woman
who had been his wife.
Neeland put = bullet into his pis-
toll arm. and 1t fell But Brandes
stretched 1t out again with a su-
preme effort, pointing at Use Du-
mont with jeWeled and bloody nm
gers:
That woman Is a German spy. A
spy" he screamed. you damn
French NUTS, do you understand
what I say! Oh, my Cod viii
someone who speaks French tell
them! VIII somebody tell them
she's a spy! La femmet cette
femme" he shrieked- "Elle est es-
pion! Esp He fred again,
with his left hand. Then Sengoun.
shot him through the head; and at
the same moment somebody stabbed
Curfoot in the neck, and the lank
American gambler turned and cried
out to Stull In a voice half strangled
with pain and fury:
Look out, Ben. There are apaches
in this mob! That one in the striped
jersey knitted me"
ITEMS, via toI, sale nee de NAL
heur" muttered a voice at his ell
bow, and a blow from a sIung-shot
crushed the base Of his skull.
AS Curfoot crumpled up, StuIl
caught him: but the tall gamblers
dead weight bore Stull to his knees
among the fierce apaches.
And there, fighting in silence to
the end, his chalky face of a sick
clown meeting undaunted the over
wheming odds against him, StulL
was set upon by the apaches and
stabbed and stabbed until his
clothing was a heap Of ribbons and
the watch and packet OF French.
banknotes which the assassins tore
from mis- body were dripping with
his blood.
Sengoun and Neeland, their even
ing clothes in tatters, hatless,
dishevelled, began shooting their.
way out Of the hell OF murder and
destruction raging around them.
Behind them crept. Ilse Dumont.
and the Russian girl; dust and
smoke obscured the place where the
mob ragged from floor to floor in a
fenzy of destruction, tearing OUT
fixtures. telephones, window-sashes,
smashing tables, bar fixtures. mir
rors, ripping the curtains from the
windows and the very carpets from
the floor in their overwhelming
rage against this German cafe.
A Taste of Destruction.
That apaches had entered with
them the mob cared nothing: the
red lust Of destruction blinded them
to everything except their terrible
necessity for the humiliation OF
this place. 81
II they saw murder done. and rob-.
bery-if they heard shots in the
tumult and saw pistol flashes
through the dust and gray light of
daybreak, they never turned from
their raging work.
Out of the frightful turmoil storm
ed Neeland and Sengoun. their pistols
splitting flame, the two women
clinging to their ragged sleeves.
Twice the apaches barred their way
with barred knives, crouching for q,
rush; but Sengoun fired into them
and Neeland's bullets dropped the
ruffian in the striped jersey where
he stood over Stull's twitching body.
and the sinister creatures leaped
back from the leveled weapons.
turned. and ran.
Through the gaping doorway
SpranP Seppouu his emnty pfSfoI