The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1921-11-24
Continued from last Week)
CHAPTER XIV.

The Death Of Murderer.
Wine, outstretcked on the floor at
my very feet, stared up at me. SO
startled by my sudden appearance
as to be speechless. Waldron, OBJ
ivious Of all else but the money, now
almost In his. possession, was upon
his knees before bookcase, dragging
out the heavy volumes from the low
er shelf, dumping them OH the floor.
From behind these he had already
drawn forth into view a black leather
valise, when Wine found voice, utter
ing strange cry Of terror, which
caused him to glance about. He
ieaped to his feet instantly, his eyes
glaring into mine, one hand flung back
as though In search Of weapon.
gave him no time. leaped
strnight at him, striking so hard even
as we grappled that the blow sent him
reeling back against the bookcase. He
knew me then, anI the recognition
brought with 1t fury which trans
formed the Russian into wild beast.
Coward as I felt him to be, now that
he was cornered, with the spoils of
victory in his very grasp, he became
a demon, a mad dog, whose only de-
sire was to kill.
You're fighting a man this time,
yer h-l-hound; not whffet like
Harris. I'll blow hole clear through
yer! Sneaked in, did yer? Well, yell
never sneak out again! Say, how do
yer like the taste o. that2" He struck
with knee In the stomach, grinning
as l loosened my grip OH his beard,
and tried to butt into me with low
cred head. I caught him instantly,
with free fist, rocking his head back
and cutting a gash In his cheek from
which blood spurted. If he possessed
any self-cOntrol before, he lost it then,
crazed with hate and the desire to
XIII. He was barrOom fighter, bound
by no rules, capable Of any ferocity-
biting, gOuging, using hands and feet,
a ruthless savage. 1t was this which
defeated him. for while 1 was neither
cool nor clear Of mind, kept my head
sufficiently to remember my training
and accept every advantage that pre-
sented itself; more than that, the very
threats with which he tried to goad
ma were guides to his own action,
giving me the swift hint needed for
defense.
Realizing Wine was back Of me,
! managed to whirl the big bulk Of
the battling Russian about so as to
block any surprise attack from the rear.
This movement gave me the support
Of the wall, and, using it as de-
tense. resOrted to the same tactics
adopted by WaldrOn, assaulting him
with feet as well as hands, breaking
mis- strangle hold on my throat and
forcing him backward, so that a swift
kick sent the fellow stumbling over q
pile OF books, clawing at the empty
air for support He would have gone
sprawling upon his back IL Wine mad
not been directly in the way. AS it
was, he struck the other, the force of
his big body hurting the smaller man
heavily against the ledge of the outer
window. AS the fellow struck, the
glass shivered and crashed into a
thousand pieces, but before Waldron
could regain firm footing. or realize
what had happened, was again upon
him, breaking through his dazed guard
and driving my fists straight into his
face.
The revolver in Wines hand was
discharged, the bullet whistling past
me, but even as the report cracked, the
pressure Of the Jews body forced the
smaller man relentlessly backward
over the sill. He gave utterance to
one wild yell Of fright, releasing the
gun and gripping desperately at Wal.
dron's collar for support. then toppled
over backward and went down.
We both heard the crash as the
splinters Of glass gave way, and the
dull, dead thud of the body as It struck
somewhere far below. The Russian
seemed paralyzed with terror, unable
to quite comprehend what had occurred
behind him. But had seen the trag-
edy, and my mind worked like a flash
He made one weak effort to spring
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