The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1920-04-16

it," Finneran ratified on We haven't
good deal of time for rehearsal, but
here's the plot-tonight am going TO
play your lover, and you are going to
kill mel"
The girl stared at Finneran for a
space and then drew back; but the re-
currence of the reassuring look on his
face and the azure twinkle in his azure
eyes brought smile to her lips.
81 don't quite understand" said she.
Finneran said nothing, but produc-
ing his bundle he unwrapped the
makeup box and asked for a candle.
This given him and lighted he seated
himself in front of small stand back
Of which hung narrow, dingy mirror.
nipulated the sticks of grease-paint,
first heating them in the fame of the
candle, then applying them to his face.
When he had used the powder puff
as finishing touch and turned toward
the girl a little cry escaped her. His
countenance appeared drawn as if in
agony his eyes sunken, staring and
CLASSY, while his whole face and neck
were ashen gray and waxen.
Now for the dirty work." said Fin.
neran in mock dramatic tones. He
thereupon melted carmine cosmetic in
a little pan, and with this daubed his
shirt front in a spot under which he
| figured his heart should be; then he
| held up the trick dagger and explained
| its mechanism.
Now he made as if to plunge the
blade into his breast over the crimson
stains, and as the hilt attached Itself
| to the soft shirt he wore and re-
NAMED fixed Miss Cantarelli gave an
other little cry and turned away her
| head.
Eve must hurry" said Finneran
'.Tousel up your hair and take off your
collar" When she had done this bid
ding he powdered her face until the
healthy glow of her olive skin gave
way to a deathly paleness.
Now unlock the door, and if any
enc comes and attempts to enter
he continued, "try to prevent him by
pushing against it. Then let him come
| i'll and run over to this corner and
stay here-scared stiff, understand.
Don't get really scared at anything
that happens, but remember this
you've killed me, Everything will be
all right"
He stretched himself on the floor
one arm flung out, and his left knee
crawn up.
Then a stair creaked and soft
tread sounded along the hall, followed
by three smart taps on the door.
With an exclamation, Miss Canta
relli bounded across the room ant
| hurled herself against the portal, but
as it slowly pushed inward a tail
muscular man stepped into the room
Finneran caught glimpse of hi:
wicked face. and at once recognized
it as the same that had leered at hin
| through the avenue cafe the evening
before.
! The girl stood defiantly in front o
the man in the doorway, and stage
his entrance for brief moment, dun
!. ing which the two gazec at one ar
other in amazement-the man at tn
dishelyed condition of the girl, and sh
at recognizing the intruder, for sh
easped, "Pasquale"
Isl" said he, as he pushed furthe
into the room and launched into tor
rent of Italian which, in substance wa
translated for Finneran's benefit b.
Miss Cantarelli, exclaiming, mo, m,
father left no money with me for vol
or for anyone else! Get out of here!
1t was then that Pasquale changed
his manner and in place of the harsh
threatening tones he had first used, hi:
voice became gentle and softly plead
ing-several times Ffnneran heard hin
say tenderly, "Giulietta!"
There was a pause, and then the
girl exclaimed dramatically in Eng
| Lsh, "See what I've done!"
The man crossed the room to where
Finneran lay.
Santa Mariai' he whispered. Their
he turned to the girl and once AGAR
his words flowed in an impassioneC
flood
mo, no." cried Giulietta. mo
MOI"
Finneran ventured to incline his
head little so that he might see
what was transpiring. AS he did st
he saw PasQuale seize Giulietta with
his left arm and with his right react
for his hip pocket from which pro
truded the awkward butt of huge
automatic pistol.
There was but a second in which tC
act.
| Finneran rose to sitting posture
with stiff arm and an accusing finger
pointed at Pasquale's back. Then he
let out horrid, bloodcurdling scream
For an instant Pasquale stood mo
tionless, then relaxed, and Guilietta
slipped Imply to the floor. The italian
turned and beheld the CHASTITY visage
| of Finneran, the hilt buried dagger