The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1921-10-02

breast from which the
blood was flowing, he re-
oognised the hurt man >as Leroy
Harth. the richest young man in Knox
vile. whose courtings were the scssip o.
even the suburban community. q
Who shot your the farmer sxksd.
"Maud Moore Harth replied.
Why aid she. shoot youf- ssksd the
farmer.
4 Il don't know" said Harth. .shs 1ust
wanted to kin me-"
Quickly the farmers wife tsisphonsd DIR
the nearest physician, but before no could
arrive Harth was dead.
Already the news hrd spread 10 the city
and soon a score or More Of men and boys
we're rushing down the lovers road IN
automobiles. They came upon the stand.
ing automobile. its lights still burning.
And they, saw blood stains on the ground
and a woman's handkerchief.
When The farmer mentioned
the name of Maud Moore some
of the men who had come shook .as
their heads grimly. ~szaa@<ss
Perhaps she did kin him."
they said. "And perhaps she
had to-" ~
Even then Maud Moore, her
clothing torn her hair dish
eveiled and her breath coming in
quick gasps, was standing over
the bed Of her erstwhiis sutton, Martin
Hunter. In his room In the city. He had
been asleep. and stili thought surely he
must be dreaming that his cne-time sweet
heart should thus be standing before him.
Il killed him." the Girl was saying be
tween her gasps. ''and I ran al the way
here 70 you. i killed him--I had to! He
forced me to caress him he held my lips
to his; he breathed his hot breath into my
eyes; he held me so close could not strug.
Gle while he asked Of me what no man may,
At last broke away from him and tried
10 leap from the car; he stumbled after
me; HIS pistol feIl to the ground ~ reached
for II and II sxpioded--yes, he h dead" Y
Now Martin >5iunter vas. swake. and
having flung hts robe about him he was
nVA0hn8 tuo HATi Ms HIulH.
You must not run away ltke this. Maud"
he said. you must rive yourself up to
the police An Knoxville win understand
and you soon will be free"
mo. cannot" she cried. Il cannot do
that now. must get away 70 where ! can
think. must change my clothes. can.
not face them now"
Hunter pleaded with her.
"What--you, who said you loved me-
you will not help me now? want you to
take me away-take me out Of the city
where can hide. where can change my
clothes and get over the mem01& ~ this
safe for a time. II you love ne, cone;
Martin Hunter loved her He coold not
Withstand that call.
She stood oatside the door while Ne hur.
riedly dressed. He led the way down the
stairs and into the street.. A everr dark
corner he held her back while he looked
around 10 make sure the way was clear.
Through alleys and isolated streets they
went. he leading her by the hand. until
J they came 70 the open country. Across the
fields and ravines they stumbled until they
came TO / place Hunter knew OF - cave
In the hills few e,,sr visited
He led her inside and scrsped together
Q little mound OF dirt for her to sit on.
He ieft her matches for light and then
made his way back TO the city again and
straight to Miss Moore's rooms, where the
police already had been looking for her.
when they accosted him he said ne, too,
was searching for her. He managed TO
smuEgle out with him q change OF cloth.
Ing. and then be went back to the cave.
Here, day and might for four days he sat
outside the cave and kept watch while
Miss Moore slept or sat awake and brood
ed AZ night ns fornged fond for her In fho
daytime he tried TO soothe her and 20 con.
vince her that It would be best for her to
surrender. He would never leave her, he
said, while she was free, but he thought
II best for her 10 give herself mp. aThey
win believe you and set You Free" he urged
again and again.