The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1924-03-13

ing from them, appeared the upper
body and face of Jasper Haig!
The new Adelaide Rutherford
crOuched for the moment, covering her
white face with her bloodless hands.
She heard the heavy footsteps of the
mar who had been with her pass
across the room to the body upon the
hoor-the body with the white face
and the smile-still that oblique smile
of the celebrated and wonderfully
astute lawyer, the manager of the
GOrgam Trust.
And as she looked up, she knew
with terror that he must be dead, for
she saw the great brute who now
stood over him, lift him and drop him
back.
"You!" he said, and added a hide
Gus name. you again." He was
clearly now a thing entirely out of
any semblance of ~self-controI.
you couldn't keep away, could
you?" he asked deliberately, and
quite deliberately kicked him in that
still oblique smile, for which so long
the face of Jasper Haig had been
famous.
Then suddenly he stopped and lis
tened. And Mary Manchester listened
with him. Outside the door, back in
the hallway of the house, there was a
low sound of a dog growing, and of
whispering. The servants were there
beyond that fastened door, waiting,
no doubt wondering what to do-and
as yet doing nothing!
And now another change came over
the speaker-his voice and am
hardening.
Don't come in" he said calmly, adj
dressing the closed door and holding
his revolver at attention. It'll be bad
for you.
"Why bring them?" he asked, now
reasoning with Mary Manchester.
frank outsiders! Innocent! It's got
us. You and me-and this" he said,
abiding to Joseph Haig, "and the one
that's coming. It's got us-it was
certain to from the first-it planned
to. You can't help that-you can't
stop it," said the speaker. And now,
his minds turning in a new direction,
he started cursing the Gorgam Trust.
The girl was surprised as she listened.
He was addressing it, this legal fc-
ton, like a living creature, a mOnstrous
thing of flesh and blood which hated
and pursued him.
"They make them" he cried, his wild
imagination taking now a curious form,
they make them, to do what they
want done. All the big dirty work of
the world Rotten-hearted-evil to the
core. And you did this y He broke off
in a grotesque aside to the dead lawyer
on the floor. "And in the end they get
loose from you-they get too strong.
They get you finally, the way this one
got you'll"
Mary Manchester could see now
quite certainly that the Trust, that i'm
material thing, had grown more real
and more terrible in the immaterial re-
gion where this wild Imagination lived
now than any actual breathing thing
a great enemy, stalking him, which he
reared ana mated as nothing else.
ut gets us. It's moved US around"
he asserted, you and me and all the
rest, just where it wants to. First it's
that" he said, in brief allusion to the
figure on the floor again. Next it will
be him!' he explained, and glanced
with pleasure and expectation toward
the door into the private entrance,
facing which they now stood waiting.
"1hen it will be your turn-and then
mine!
But there's this mt thing, too
you may not see,'' he went on, lowering
his voice now to a more confidential
pitch-as if the Gorgam Trust stood
there behind them somewhere in the
room. when it's dope-it's done. with