Bisbee daily review., 1922-04-22

a very, very long time and then h was in an officers training camp at BOurnemOuth where l was, and l don't think I quite understood. We were going to be married and then hg had tC go suddenly, and then he was afraid to tell his father and then this happened and he was more afraid. So that was how it all was. dc want you, please, to tell Harold that I quite forgive hrm, only I can't quite write to him. And dear MT. Sabre, I do trust you to be with Harold what you have always been With me and with everybody gentle, and understanding things. GOOdby and may God bless and reward you for ever and ever. Fife.
 He shouted again, Hal" He cried again, Into my hands, Into my hands!"
 He abandoned himself to a rather horrible ecsIacy Of hate and passion. His face became rather horrible to see. His face became purple and black and knotJed, and the veins on his forehead black. He cried aloud, Harold! Harold! Twyning. Twyn- ing!" He rather horribly mimicke Twyning. "HarCld's such a good boy. Harold's such a good Christ model boy! Harolds never said a bad word CT a bad thought Harolds old's such a blackguard! A black guard and the son of a vile. infamous lying, perjured blackguard."
 
 ed his voice. He chOked. He picked up his stick and went with frantic hope to the door He cried aIou gritting his teeth upon it, "Tll cram the letter dawn his throat. I'll take him by the neck. I'll bash him across the face. And I'll cram the letter down his threat"
 The cab driver was resting on his box with purposeful and luxuriou rest. Sabre waved his stick at him, and shouted to him, Fortunes office in Tidborough. Hard as you can. |" He wrenched open the door and . in. In moment, the startled horse scarcely put into motion by it's start led driver, he put his head and arm from the window and was out on the step. Stop! Stopi Let me out. I've something to get"
 He ran again into the house an bundled himself up stairs and in- to his room. At his bureau he tool, drawer and wrenched it open g. that 1t came out in his hand. swur~ on the sockets of it's handle. and scattered it's contents upon the floor. One article fell heavily. His service revolver. He grabbed it up and dropped on his hands and knees. padding eagerly about after seat 1 tered cartridges. As he searched nt voice went harshly. Hes hound me to hell. At the very gates Of hell I've got him, got him, and I'll have him by the throat and hurl hir- in," He broke open the b~eech ana damned the cartridges in his 5acka l pocket. He went scrambling agai~ down the stairs, and as he scrambled ! down he cried. I'll cram the letter down his throat. When he's sprawl ing, when he's looking, perhaps I'll out with my gun and drill him. drill him for the dog. the dog that he is. %
 He was arrived! He was here, into my hands! Into my hands. He passed into the office and s-
 as ne cOuIu go up me stars. He Cn- countered no one. He came to Twyn- ing's door and put his hand upon the latch. Immediately, and enormously. so that for a moment he was forced to pause, the pulse broke out anew in his head. Knock. knock. knock. Knock, knock, knock. Curse the thing! Never mind. In, In, At hmi
 He went in.
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 On the left, at the far end Of the room, TwyninE sat at his desk He was crouched at his desk. His head was buried in his hands At his el- bows, vivid upon the black eXpanse of the table, lay a torn envelope, dull red.
 Sabre shut the door and leant hi stick against the wall by the fire H'