The Farmington times. (Farmington, St. Francois County, Mo.) 1905-1926, 1922-02-10

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ms course Iroln sA'ilit y au .sslN''
at tne instigation q Shs giri next
aoor. She' poor iittie 1901, y CON
cerned over tnat drunken waster--her
iatner. she asked you 70 heip ner---
you agreed ana amazing thougn y
may seem, up % now you nave scored
z certain measure Of success, ! 90.
nit ~ ana ! ADMIRE you .or u !
apologize now Tor having played the
1901 with you iast night; you're tne
type 81 man whom one should XII out
rient--or leave alone"
He set down his coffee cup and care.
FULLY shipped the end on o cigar.
You are also the type OF man who
VIII continue on the path he has start
Cd. You are completely In the dark; ;
You have no idea whatever what you
are up against" He smiled grimly.
and turned abruptly on Hugh. "You
fool--you stupid young fool. Do You
really Imagine that you can beat mef'
The soldier rose and stood In front
u hlin.
have few remarks Of my own TO
make" he answered, rand then We
might consider the Interview closed.
ask nothing better than that the gloves
should be ofr--though with your filthy
methods Of fighting, anything you
touch will get very dirty. As you
say. am completely In the dark az TO
your plans; but have pretty shrewd
Idea what I'm up against Men who
can employ a thumbscrew on poor
defenseless brute seem TO me to be
several degrees worse than an aborigi-
nal cannibal, and therefore II | put
you down as one of the lowest types
Of degraded criminal shall not be
very wide of the mark. There's no
good you snarling at me. you swine;
1t does everybody good to hear some
home truths--and don't forget II was
you who pulled Off the gloves"
Drummond lit cigarette; then his
merciIess eyes fixed themselves again
on Peterson.
There is only one thing more" he
continued. "You have kindly warned
me Of my danger; let me give you
word Of advice In my turn. I'm going
to fight you; II l can, I'm going to
beat you. Anything that may happen
to me is part OF the game. But II
anything happens to Miss Benton dur
ing the course of operations. then. as
surely as there is God above Peter
son, I'll get at you somehow and muir
der you with my own hands"
For a few moments there was ST.
lence, and then with short laugh
Drummond turned away. "Shall we
meet again soon" He paused at the
door and looked back,
Peterson was still standing by the
table, his face expressionless. every
soon, indeed, young man." he said
quietly. "very soon indeed. !"
Hugh stepped out into the warm
sunshine and spoke to his chauffeur.
Take her out into the main road,
Jenkins" he said, "and walt for me
outside the entrance to the next house.
shan't be long" TN Y
Then he strolled through the gar
den toward the little wicket-gate
that led to The Larches. Phyllisl
The thought Of her was singing in his
heart to the exclusion of everything
else. Just few minutes with her;
Just the touch Of her hand, the faint
smell Of the scent she used--and then
back to the game.
He had almost reached the gate,
when. with sudden crashing in the
underground, lem Smith Numbered out
into the path. His naturally rudy
face was white, and he stared round
fearfully.
"Gawd sir" he cried. mind out.
Ave yer seen itf"
"Seen what. Jemf' asked Drum
mond.
"That there brute. rs escaped;
and IL e meets stranger" He
left the sentence unfinished, and
stood listening. From somewhere
behind the house came a deep
throated, snarling roar; then the
clang of paddock shooting home In
metal, followed by series of heavy
tnuos as III some dig amman WIS nuri-