Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1920-09-15

An instants glance rounded the
circle of gertrude The dope pre-
scriptions, too, were signed: H. C.
Tressor, NJ. D."
Here, you! Hold on" he shout
ed savagely, wheeling on the doctor
gust as Tressor had his hand on the
door knob. "Here you."
"What?" demanded tneS doctor,
amazed at the sudden savagery of
Bradford's tone.
You're not thru here, yeti"
Speeches, the physician stared.
Had this young man gone suddenly
insane?
. Come back here! Come back,
tell you'll"
What for?"
This is your care, here-alt the
way thru. Nobody else must touch
this man!''
"My dear sir," exclaimed the doc
tor, with sarcasm. II really, appre-
now what the devils wrong with
you, anyhow" Tressors tone
changed suddenly to one of anger, as
Bradford advanced toward him with
an expression OF intense soon and
rage. II think you're addressing the
wrong man, STR"
mot on your life| cried Bradford
You're, the man I want! See that
wreck there, on the bed? Well, he's
your worl-p-obably hundred more
like him are your work, too, damn
you'll"
Tressor sputtered some unintelligi-
BILE thing, but Bradford shook pas
sionate fist in his face. The doctor
saw this was no time for trif1ing
He knew nothing of, what all this
might mean; but that he was now
In dangerous position was obvious
Not only was the young man facing
him with savagery, but the big
shouldered Mugs. a growl In his
throat, was also closing In.
What dyou mean?" stammered
the doctor. This isn't my case!
II don't know what"
"MeanR What do mean?" shout
ed Bradford, white with rage. II
mean that man, there. is part OF your
hellish work! I mean YOU put him
where he is! mean
What is this, anyhow retorted
Tressor, with anger rising thru his
fear. "a lunatic asylum? I DOM
know what you're talking about!
never laid eyes on this fellow before
tell you! T.
Bradford held the dope prescrip.
tons before the DOCTORS blinking
eyes with hand that shook In rage
Perhaps you never saw those be.
fore, eithef!" he cried savagely
Don't knew EN-. do your"
The change that swept over tn.
physicians face was instant and ex'
traordinary. "A kind Of sit.lSly pallol
mounted to his brow. He opened hi!
mouth as tho to speak; tllen, gillp
| ing, closed it. Cowed, he sh-ank be
fore this accusing evidence of guilt.
You recognize that signature?
4 demanded Bradford, trying to stead,
his voice.
| Where - where did you get
those?" whispered Tressor, in ton
! of horror.
/ you signed those blanks?''
'I-admit nothing!"
.Oh, you don't have t0l" gibe
Bradford, with bitter scern. 9TH
i one you've just now signed, here, 70
/ me, will prove the case. It's identica
with all these, the signature i.
You've put your own neck, in tn
moose, yott--you worse than muir
derer!"
What is this, trap?" cried tn
physician, his back against the dool
at bay. IF SO, warn you
Never mind about that" Bradfor
retorted., That's not the point a
issue, now. I'm asking a ,questio
and I'm going to have an answer be
fore you leave this room. Did yo
or did you not sign those inferno
bats to trap men into Help
CHAPTER XIV.
/ Dazed, the physician could find n
word to say. Muggs,t rolling up be
side him, dug an admonishing elbo,
into his ribs.
i Hey, you'll" he growled with men
ace. Hes askln' YOU a questio,
i Som I. I'm Director, here, an wha
II say in de health department goe'
Kick in, kick in!"
i Tressor raised a quivering hand {
4 protest.
1 See here!" he exclaimed, in ange
Whatever I've done. / won't be CO
erced by any thug! Take your ma
eff, or"
/ who's a t'ug?" Rafferty, demand
ed savagely. I'm gentle man-1'r
director, here-yuh take dat back c
I'll scrub de floor wit your mai
see?I