The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1920-07-03

"Drop That Hand" Ordered Clinton.
stood in the doorway, staring after
the swift-hying car.
"Why, It's Charliel" she cried.
"Whatever is the matter7-0hl VIII
your face You look as if-as if"
She flung herself ar him.
He sprang to meet and sweep her
back into the house.
"No--not out herew he muttered--
Private, where none can see or hear
It'll he comes back The curt the
d-darned curl"
FLUSH hush, dearp urged the girl.
putting up hand over his mouth.
"Oh. VIM cried Ellen In the en-
trance OF the drawing room. you
swore!"
"The scoundrell The-the-" Gin
ton choked with wrath.
Between them, the girls hurried
him into "A secluded room where he
could not be heard. There he found
voice but the words that burst forth
were so incoherent with rage that
neither girl could understand what he
said. Overcome with dread OF his wild
outburst, Ellen fed 10 tell her mother
that he had become violently insane.
Mrs. Kirkland FASTENED TO telephone
the calamitous news 10 her husband.
AS soon as she received his promise 10
az once come home, she started 10 the
rescue OF Amy, timidly followed by
Ellen. With trepldatlon that by con-
trast emphasized her moral courage,
the lady opened the door OF the room
I'm which Ellen had left the maniac.
No sound came from within. Her pal
Tor increased. Shuddering with dread
Of what might be within, she rushed
into the room. Ellen followed. still
more fearful Of what they might find.
Clinton was reposlng In the depths
OF a big "sleepy-hollow" chair, as
peaceful and still as II asleep. Amy.
perched on the arm of the chair, was
stroking his forehead and closed eyes,
She looked about at the intruders
and touched her lips for silence. But
her patient had opened his eyes. At
sight OF the frightened ladies', he cap
tured Amy's hand and sat up in the
chair. his face red with embarrass-
ment.
"Oh keep your seatl Do not dis
turb yourself BE calm 7" urged Mrs
Kirkland.
Amy freed an arm and slipped II
about his neck. you are calm now.
Aren't you. dear7" She soothed.
"Yes-yes, OF course" mumbled Clin-
ton, but his color deepened.
"But. dearest" murmured Ellen,
you must be dizzy. You look so
queer"
Clinton's expression became still
more peculiar. His features were con-
yulsed. He waggled his hands. "This
this" he gasped. whatever IL
Don't you-Chocolate Soldler?
They looked at one another in acute
alarm. There now could be no doubt
as TO his condition. He sought TO ex-
plain: "The-the opera"
"opera?' repeated Amy. ooh, yes
yes, we understand. dear. You are
reminded Of that opera, when the hero
comes into the castle and the ladies
make such fuss OF him. Yes, dear,
we understand. SO now hush and be
quiet"
But Instead Of obeying, he flung him
self back In the chair and burst into
roar of laughter. The outburst was
far more violent than the first. II
did not end until he lay helpless from
spent emotion, tears rolling down his
cheeks, and his hands feebly beating
the arms OF the chair. Mrs. Kirkland
lowered over him, ready with the bot
tie OF lavender salts. on either side
OF him knelt Amy and Ellen, each with
her arm about his neck, her head
against his shoulder and a hand strok-
ing his face.
"Save-save the pieces - he painted.
The girls redoubled their tender
caresses. Mrs. Kirkland held her bot
tie under his nose. He took n Whit.
and groaned: ALAS Who shall de-
liver me out of the hands OF mlne-my
friendsr
They exchanged anxious glances,
and Mrs. Kirkland whispered: "Hys-
terra ~
He pulled himself together. caught
the girls hands and his breath. and
remarked In a conversational tone
MY dear Mrs. Kirkland. viii you con-
slider Il hysterical IL ! observe that
cup Of tea"
Hes coming to himselfi" shrieked
Ellen.
"He has come TO himselfl" shrieked
Amy.
Ellen flung herself upon his breast
He averted his head 20 ward Off her
lips, and Amy blew a kiss down the