The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1921-09-24

I ho Ioves n she wants him. As
had dashed across the Ih"h
Films. with the Americans vain"
crv ecboing in his ears, he hnd ''ee'
incapable of serious thought ouo~o
sciously he had known that, from w
arv no,nt of view, it was the act Vi
mailman, that he was deliberately
ting his head into what, IN I'LL p'oo
ability was a carefully prepared
moose. that. from every point OF view
he could help Phyllis better by re
| naming free agent outside. Dur
when a girl shrieks, and the man "no
loves her hears it, arguments pes"
| tn look tired. And what little cautioh
| might have remained to Hugh CON.
pletely vanished as he saw the siii
| watching him with ag0nized terror III
her face, from an upstair WINDOW do
he dashed up to the house. 1t was
| only for a brief second that ne sa"
her: then she disappeared suddenly
as If snatched away by some Invisible
person.
Pm coming, darling" He had given
| one wild shout, and hurled hlinseh
| through the door which led into the
house from the garden. dazzlhs
| light of intense brilliance had shohe
| in his face, momentarily binding MIN
| then had come crushing blow on Lhe
back of his head. One cropping, wild
! step forward. and Hugh Drummond,
dimlv conscious of men all round him,
had pitched forward on his face into
utter oblivion.
ITS too easy" Lakington's sheer
| ing voice broke the silence, as ne
| looked vindictively at the unconscious
man.
$50 you have thought before,
| Henry" chuckled Peterson. "'And ne
ALWAYS bobs up somehow. If you take
my advice you'll finish him Off here
and now. and run no further risks.
kill him while he's unconscious"
darlington laughed eyilly. mo, Carl.
not under any circumstances what
ever. He has quite lengthy score
to pay, and by God he's going to pay
it this time" He stepped forward
and kicked DrummOnd twice in the
ribs with cold, animal fury.
well, don't kick him when he's
down, guv'nor You'll ave plenty o
| time after" A hOarse voice from the
circle of men made darlington look up.
"YOu cut it out, Jem Smith," he
snarled, "or l might find plenty OF
| time after for others beside this young
swine" The ex-pugilist muttered I'M
easily under his breath. but said no
more. and it was Peterson who broke
the silence.
what are you going to do with
him?"
Lash him up like the other two"
returned Lexington, land leave him
to cool until l get back tomorrow.
But I'll bring him round before 60.
and Just talk to him for little.
wouldn't like him not to know what
was going to happen to him. Antic-
| ipation is always delightful" He
| turned to two of the men standing
near. Garry him into my rOOm,' he
| ordered, land another Of you get the
rope"
And so it was that Algy Longworth
and Toby Sinclair, with black rage
| and fury in their hearts, watched the
limp form of their leader being car
| ried into the central room. Swathed
in rope. they sat motionless and in1--
/ potent, in their respective chairs,
while they watched the same process
| being performed on DrummOnd. He
| was no amateur at the game, was the
rope winder, and by the time he had
finished. Hugh resembled nothing SO
much as lifeless brown mummy.
Only his head was free, and that lolled
forward helplessly.
darlington watched the performance
for time; then, wearying Of 1t, he
strolled over to Aigy's chair.
well. you puppy" he remarked,
''are you going to try shouting again?"
HE picked up the rhinoceros-hide rid
ing-whip lying on the floor, and
bent it between his hands. THAT
vale on your face greatly improves
your beauty, and next time you'll get
two, and gag as WELL"
"How's the jaw. you horrible bit Of
dreg?" remarked Algy insultingly, and
Toby laughed.
Don't shake his nerve, Algy," he
| implored For the first time in his
filthy life he feels safe in the same
room as Hugh"
| The taunt seemed to madden LAX
ington. who sprang across the room
and dashed Sinclair over the face. But
even after the sixth cut no sound came
from the helpless man, though the
blood was streaming down inside his
collar. His eyes, calm and sneering,
| met those of the raving man In front
Of him without a culver. and, at last,
Peterson himself INTERVIEWED.