Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1922-09-22

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you're going to tell Inc everything
everything"
His fascinated, frightened eyes
chung to this straight, slim girl whose
look stabbed into him and shook his
soul. Why had she come to trouble
him this morning while he was cover
| Ing iD fear of the men who would
break In to drag him away to prison3
Nothing to tell" he got out with q
gulp.
"Oh, yes, you have. Are you Ill be-
cause of what happened at Mad-
dock'sT'
He tried to pull himself together
to stop the chattering of his teeth.
"N-nonsense, my dear. I'm done up
completely. Delighted to see you and
all that, but Won't you go homer
His appealing eyes passed to Whit
ford. Cant you take her awayT
mo, won't go .home-and he can't
take me away" Her resolution was
hard as steel. 1t seemed to crowd In
exorably upon the shivering wretch In
the frogged gown. "What is it you're
SO afraid to tell me, Clarendon"
He quailed at her thrust. "What-
what do you mean?"
or doubt, that he had been present
when "Slim" Jim Collins had been
killed. He had seen a mans life
snuffed out, was still trembling for
fear he might be called In as a party
| to the crime.
"You'd better tell me before it's toe
late. How did you and Clay Lindsay
come to go to that den?"
"We went out TOTO see the town..
"But why to that place? Are you
in the habit of going thereY
He shuddered. "Never was there
before. / had card. Some one gav6
1t to me. So we went In for few
minuteS-to see what it was like. The
police raided the place." He dropped
his sentences reluctantly, as though
they were being forced from him In
pain.
! "WellY"
Everybody tried to escape. The
| LShto WChI Ouls l. d UdCh QOOk
and got away. Then came home"
what about Clay?"
| BrOInfeld told the truth. 81 didn't
see him after the lights went out, ex-
cept for a moment. He was running
at the man with the gun"
"You saw the gun?'
He nodded, moistened his dry lips
with the tip of his tongue.
"And the-the shooting? Did you
see that?"
Twice the words he tried to say
faded on his lips. At last he managed
"No."
"Why not?"
"L-found q door and escaped"
"You must have heard shooting"
ST heard shots as I ran down tho
stairs. This morning / read that
that a man was" He swallowed,
down lump and left the sentence un-I
finished.
cused of killing this man, and that the
police are looking for you because
you were with him."
eyes" His answer was a dry whis-
per.
did you see this man Collins in tho
room?
mo. 1 shouldn't know him II Il
saw him."
"But you heard shots. You're sure,
of thatl" cried Beatrice.
"Y-yes."
The girl turned triumphantly to her
| father. "He saw the gun and be-
| heard shots. That proves self-de-
Tense at the worst. They were shoot
ing at Clay when he struck with the
chair-if he did. Clarendon's testi-
| mony will show that"
"My testimonyr screamed Brom-l
field. my Cd, do you think Pmi
going to-to-go into court1 They
would claim II was"
She waited, but he did not finish.
"Clay's life may depend upon II, and
Of course you'll tell the TRUTH" she
said quietly.
maybe I didn't hear Shots" haI
] hedged. Maybe 1t was furniture
falling. There was a lot of noise OF
people stamping and fighting"
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES"
The eyes Of the girl were deadly
weapons. They glittered like unscab-
barded steel. In them was a con-
tanned fire that awed him.
He threw out his hand In a weak,
impotent gesture of despair. "My
Cd, how did ever come to get into
such mix-up? 1t will ruin me-"
"How did you come to go2" she
asked.
"He wanted to see New York. 4
suppose had some notion of taking
him Summing"
Beatrice went up to him and looked
straight into his eyes. "Then testify
to that in court. 1t won't hurt you
any. Go down to the police and say
you have read in the paper that they
want you. Tell the whole truth. And
Clary-don't weaken. Stick to your
story about the Shots" Her voice
shook a little. "Clay's life is at
stake. Remember that"
''Do you think 1t would be safe to
go to the police?" he asked doubtfully.
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