Indiana daily times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1914-1922, 1922-04-28
PART FOUR
CHAPTER VII-Continued.

shake him at its every beat. 1t was 60
ing knock, knock, knock! He began to
have the feeling that II this frightfuI
knocking continued it would beat its way
out Something would beat its way out.
Something would give way. he was the
father of Ef1es child; he was the muir
derer OF Effle and her child He was
neither; but the crimes were fastened
upon him as ineradlcable pigment upon
his skin. He was q betrayer and a muir
derer, and every refutation that he could
produce turned to a brand in his hands
and branded him yet more deeply. He
writhed In torment. Forever, he would
carry the memory of that fierce and
sweating face pressing toward him across
the table In that court. No! II was an
other face that stood like flame before
his eyes Twynlng! Twyning, Twyning!
The prompter, the goader of that pas
slonate mans passion, the instigator and
instrument Of this his utter and appalling
destruction. Twyning. Twyning, Twyn-
ingI He ground his teeth upon the name
He twisted In his chair upon the thought
Twyning, Twyning. Twyning" Knock
knock, knockl All. that knocking, that
knockingl Something was going TO give
way in a minute. 1t must be abated
feverish desire 70 smoke came upon
cite case lie had not got It. He re-
membered that he had started for Bright
on without II, discovered there that he
had left x behind. He started to hunt
for II. He remembered a previous coca
sion Of searching for II like this. " hen
All when Fife had told him she had
found It lying about and had put 1t
Of all absurd places for cigarette case
in the back of the clock. Efle! lie
went quickly to the clock and opened H.
Good It was there He snatched II up.
Something else there. A folded paper
His name penciled on It: Mr Sabre.
She had left message for him That
cfgaret case business had been dellher-
ately done!
lie began to read. Tears stood IN his
eyes. PitifuL oh. pitiful He turned the
page-knock, knock. knock! The knock
ing suddenly ceased. lie threw up his
hand. he gave very loud cry
single note. A note Of extraordinary e4-
ultation: Hal
He crushed the paper between his
hands. He cried aloud: into my
hands, Into my hands thou hast de-
livered him -,
lie opened the paper and read again,
his hand shaking. and now most ter
rible trembling upon him,
Dear Mr.. Sabre,
wanted you 10 90 TO Brighton so
I could be alone 10 do what I am just
going to do. You see they won't let
me keep my little baby and now ! have
made things too terrible for you. 80
I see the only thing 70 do is 10 take my
self out Of II all and take my little baby
with me. soon I shall explain things to
God and then think Il VIII be quite all
right. My heart Is filed with gratitude
to you. cannot express II; but l
shall tell God when explain everything
to Him: and my one hope is that after
I have been punished I shan be al
lowed to meet you again. and thank
yon-there. where everything viii be
understood
He turned over.
I feel ought to tell you now, -
fore leave this world. what I never
was able 10 tell Won or anyone The
father Of my little baby was Harold
TwvninC who used 10 be IN your office.
We had been secretly engaged very,
very long time and then he was in an
officers training camp at Bournemouth
where was. and 7 don't think J quite
understood We were going to be mar
ried and then he had to go suddenly,
and then he was afraid 10 tell his father
and then this happened and he was more
afraid So that was how Il all was
do want you. pleFse, to tell Harold that
quite forgive him, only ! can't quite
write to him. And dear Mr.. Sabre, I DO
trust You to be with Harold what Won
have always been with me and with
every Ody-gentle, and understanding
things Good-by and NAV God bless and
reward you for ever and ever. EGie.
lie shouted again, ma" He cried
again, Into my hands! Into my
hands,
He abandoned himself to rather
horrible ecstasy Of hate and passion His
face became rather horrible to see His
face became purple and black and
/ knotted. and the veins on his forehead
black He cried aloud, Harold Har-
! old, Twyning! Twynlng!" He rather
horribly mimicked Twyning. "Harold's
such a good boy! Harold's such a good,
Christian, model boy Harold's never
said a bad word or had a bad thought.
! Harold's such q good boy" He cried
out: "Harold's such blackguard,
Harold's such a BLACKBOARD! black
guard and the son Of a vile, Infamous
lying, perjured backyard"
His passion and hts hate surmounted
/ his voice. He choked. He picked up his
stick and went with frantic hops to the
4 door. He cried aloud. gritting his teeth
! upon It, "T'n cram the letter down his
/ throat I'll cram the letter down his
throat I'll take him by the neck. I'll
bash him across the face. And I'll cram
the letter down his throat"
The cab driver was resting on his
box with purposeful and luxurious rest.
| Sabre waved his stick at him. and
shouted to him, Fortunes office in
1 Tidborough. Hard as you can" He
wrenched open the door and got in. In
moment. the startled horse scarcely
| put into motion by its startled driver,
he put his head and arm from the
window and was out on the step. "Stopi
Stopi Let me out. I've something to
get"
/ He ran again into the house and bun
died himself up the stairs and into his
room. At his bureau he took n drawer
and wrenched 1t open so that It came
( out IN his hand swung on the sockets
OF its handle, and scattered It's contents
upon the floor One article fell heavily
I His service revolver. He grabbed It up
and dropped on his hands and knees.
/ padding eagerly about after scattered
/ cartridges. As he searched his voice
went harshIy, Hes bounded me to he'll.