The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1922-08-26

Hunston and try to get a Dit OF
my own back. ! couldn't have
made a worse mistake. My STEP
father stole my goods, and would
have landed me in jail II he
could. so naturally the proper
stunt would have been to Tsll
quite different bank-in the
neighborhood, Of course-collal
some one else's cash, and kill EN-
if they objected. Isn't that what's
| done?'
Certainly" observed Haviland
Murray gravely. 1T is one thing
to have freedom or property be-
slowed as a gift"
Quite So" said Teggie. Blu;
il you try to get your own back
property, ! mean-youN be
hanged if you can. That's what
did, and | may yet swing for it
The authorities are so uncommon
good at getting their own back
went to Hunston, as l said. Ny
stepfather was in his room alone
YOU he cried.
He had, it seemed, thought
should never have the face to show
myself in Hunston again. | was
cur, a renegade, a traitor to M
country, and had no more right:
than the worst Hun Of them all
less. was Observation-Disclosures
He dashed and foamed himself
into a black rage, and all the time
marked his eye travelling to tn
open cash-box at his elbow to TIT
safe.
Il had no desire to rob him, t
take my due by any kind OF VIC
lence; but IL ever man asket
for trouble 1t was John Gorth. W.
were alone in his room. 1T woult
not be very difficult to have
puppy Of your sort put out OF m!
road, says he, throwing of all dis
guIse.
lis it so inconvenient then t
hand owe rwhat m5 mother left?
I asked. and was astounded by thu
heat OF his reply.
by God, sir!' he shouted
Have you the Internal impudenc'
TO suggest the affairs Of my banl
are in disorder?'
There was the sound Of stel
in the corridor, and he made as /
TO call for help. I whipped out
small electric torch and pointed /
at his heart. He had never goo
sight. He took it for a revolve
anu MS ldCe 6lc" dSHSH'
Move an inch and you are
dead man. | cried, quoting tn
hero OF the melodrama in which
had played a small part befor'
the war. Unhappy wretch. robbie
OF the father-I mean the mother
less-I mean both
TOO shaken to note my heslta
lions, he continued to fix me witt
an unwavering stare. I glare'
back and said, You're afraid
You're going grey. You're dying
YOU
! MY success appalled, me. H
gave queer choking cry and slit
over sideways. ] loosened his col
lar, thinking ! had frightened hin
into a fit. But 1t was no fit. HI
did not stir. | had become a muir
dcrer. took what money l coult
from the cash-box and safe, and
scared to death, stole from tn
place as soon as the Waterman hat
passed.
I'VE used to live over the bank
crept in stockinged feet to m.
old room. lowered myself out o
the window, into the pear tree
and over the wall to the street.
Once away, I simply couldn'
believe he wss dead. How coult
a man die like that? 1t was tot
ghastly and too absurd. Yet i
was true, and when the horrit
fact was made public l put thu
advertisement in the 'Londor
Daily which was answered by DR.
Jennings. Alone at the sea,
thought might grope my way ou'
OF the nightmare into workaday
possible world. II didn't wan'
TO die"
Tcggie's voice trembled anc
with one accord we studied the
horizon. After Il moment he went
on firmly:
well, every day Mrs. Jennings
pestered me with her senSeles;
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, Emmeline at her end OF the