New Britain herald., 1924-11-29

q mailman with his bonds, cursing Lai-Ho at the top of his voice. Presently he grew calmer, con- scious only of the acute rawness of the wounds the thongs had made. He called to the rubber king. "Mr. Lai-Ho!"
 The Chinaman came slowly back to him,
 Murder me in what hendish way you will, but be just to your wife. Remember her European upbring- ing, the freedom of our girls as compared with yours. Believe me, she has done nothing, nothing whatever" He paused. gasping for breath.
 You will excuse me, I know" said Lsi-Ho, wrinkling up his enor- nous face; but cannot believe you. MT. White"
 Good Lord, man." the English man cried hosrsely. q tell you it's true. cant do more than that. If Mir, Corrigan were here, he would , tell you the same"
 "Mr. Corrigan is not here" de- clared the oriental with an air of finality, There came a sound of footsteps in the forest and, as White stared helplessly in the di- rection from which the sound came, he saw her. Her hands were , tied behind her back, but her feet were free. She came with little, halting steps into the opening, two hrown-skinned bearers at her heels. She screamed when she caught sight of White, and ran to- ward him. Lai-Ho caught her arm and threw her to the ground.
 Hc shouted something in dia- lect the Engllshman did not under stand. The bearers lifted her and carried her to where coolies rested on their long handled spades. WrIthng in agony, White saw her thrust bodily into the earth, until only her head appeared above the surfaces watched the soil stamped over her fair neck; and then, as his eyes seemed to bulge from their sockets, he saw a man, whose muscles stood out in knots, passing { his thumb along the blade of a sword.
 The figure came suddenly erect, | placed both hands over the hilt, and looked toward his master for the word of command.
 White closed his eyes, then opened them again quickly,
 Two shots rang out in close suc- ccssion.
 Lai.Ho fell heavily on his face in the springy turf; the eXecutioner spun round like a great top tripped on his weapon and dropped. ., The coolics of the rubber king fled in panic, scattering before the grim form of Corrigan and his guide,
 1 White stared at him. believing
 that his brain had gone. Some
 thing snapped in his head - and
 he lost consciousness.
 He came to himself with inc
 taste of raw spirits in his mouth and a feeling of acute dampness or | his face and neck. He blinked ur into the lustrous eyes of a girl ir
 Quaintly lowered jacket of blue
 silk, whose lips hovered tantalizing'
 ly above him.
 She nodded back at the form oI Corrigan, towering in the back ground,
 He found the way out, Donald dear" she said simply. still incredulous, he passed hi hands over her arms. Suddenly h'
 realized that his bonds had gone He struggled painfully to his knees T say, Corrigan," he bIurted out
 I'm deucedly sorry 10 have go
 you Into this mess. ThcreIl be nc end of a row about this"
 Corrigan held his head to on' side and wrinkled his forehead lik' a clown. Don't worry your head abou that, my boy" he said. That's m! pigeon. There's a little girl not {
 hundred miles away who's beer aching for a kiss for fifteen min utes and I'm dying for m! breakfast"
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