The Concordia sentinel. (Vidalia, Concordia Parish, La.) 1882-current, 1921-01-01

this be accounted for? She must GER
tainly be one with these others;
brought up probably from childhood
In the atmosphere of CRIME, and GER
rainly loyal to her brother, if nothing
else. What then could possibly influ-
ence her TO show him the slightest
consideration?
He sat with head in his hands. en-
dPavoring to solve the mystery. and.
out from the dark, possible eXplana-
ton flashed into his mind-Macklin.
Could any relation she might have
with this fellow account for a desire
to wish his escape alive2 1t might
the fact that he was already the hus-
band of the woman Macklin planned
to marry would quite naturally ex-
plain the entire situation under GER
tain conditions. If that rascal had
made lNve to her, and now deliberate
ly planned to desert her for another,
the Spanish blood would account for
all the rest. BY heaven; that must
be it! He recalled the insistence of
her questioning; the fash of her eyes,
teeth. UncOnsciOusly he had touched
the secret spring, and Embossed the III
ger. Jealousy was the weapOn-a love
turned TO hate, the fury of a woman
scOrned. To get Olga out of her path
forever she would risk anything. dare
anything Here then, was his one and
only chance.
But could the girl serve him, even If
she desired TO do so? He realized
the seriousness IF his position; his
helplessness without some outside aid
He had been a blind fool to venture
into this den alone; and even blind
er fool TO claim friendship with Han
ley. The morning would find him COM
pletely exposed, and he had little
doubt what form vengeance would as
sumo at the hands of these men. He
was like condemned man in his cell
waiting helplessly for the certain hour
of execution. Worse than that, even /;
for his fate must inevitably seal also
the fate of his wife. Her only chance
of rescue lay In his efforts, and he
was helpless. There was not thing
he could do; yet he tried again and
again desperately, testing the punch
cons of the floor, block by block, dig
ging at the dried mud between the
logs of the wall endeavOring TO gain
some leverage upon the hinges of the
deOr, and Juggling once again furious
ly at those wooden stakes protecting
the narrow window. His fingers bled
from the frantic effort to thus loosen
something, to yield him an opportuni'
ty to really exert his strength. These
efforts were utterly useless; there was
not a spot of weakness to be discOv'
cred. If the place had been originally
constructed as a prison 1t could not
have been more securely built. Men
tally and physically exhausted, ht
flung himself upon the floor. and lay
there, quivering from head to foot
with nerves completely shattered.
The silence became CHASTITY: an!
sound would have been a relief. Their,
was no one moving about even In tina
other room. and the door between fitte'
too closely for him to perceive an!
CLEAN of light. He listened intently
holding his breath, but his head sanl
back once more in detection. Why II
Gods name hadn't he fought II GU
like a man? Why had he ever permit
ted himself to be thus caught like
trapped rat? The frenzy of disgust h
felt caused him TO sit up and star
once more at the single star shining
through the window. What was that
A shadow? Surely something out yo..
der moved!
Silently, cautiously, he stepped o.
the stool. and looked out between tn
bars. his heart beating like drum. A
first he saw nothing. the blood seem