The Butler County press. [volume] (Hamilton, Ohio) 1900-1946, 1925-10-16
The Eyes Of
Evil
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By BAYARD D. YORK
q. 1925. western Newspaper Union

seemed like simple venture. Anu
even now, as the world darkened omi-
nously beneath the thickening clouds
and the deserted summer cottages rose
in dreary lines before her, Marion
Hamilton entertained no thought of
turning back
81 know just where | left that let
ter" she thought. "I'll run up and get
it-and in five minutes be on my way
home again.
The letter had been tossed into the
top drawer of her dresser and forgot
ten This afternoon she had remem-
bered it's existence; and acting i'm
pulsively, had set out in her coupe.
Without the letter, her father faced
trial and possible conviction as a
thief: in it, if she remembered the
contents correctly. he possessed con-
vincing alibi.
AS she slipped the key into the lock
she glanced over her shoulder. Surely
this Sullen gray-green monster was
not the ocean whose sparkling sum-
mer moods she loved SO much! She
entered and, with swift glances to
either side. hurried up the stairs to
the door Gf her room.
1t was evident that the room had
been thoroughly ransacked. She rushed
to the dresser. Intuition told her at
once what a careful search confirmed
the letter was gonei
She rushed from the room-and
stopped with staring eyes From
around a corner of the hallway APP
peared mans head, the face un-
shaven the eyes cleaning from the
gloom With smothered cry Marion
turned and ran down the stairs,
caught her heel and fell. She arose
with sickening sense of pain. At the
first step her left ankle crumpled un-
der her; the room whirled away into
blackness. and she slipped Imply to
the floor.
Consciousness returned slowly; but
as she finally regained a moderate de-
gree of clearnesS of mind she noted
that wet towel was being held
against her forehead and that a man
whose face she had seen upstairs
but he impressed her no less unpleas-
antly. His young face bore the prints
of dissipation and steely light
cleaned in his somewhat shifty eyes.
She rose to her feet.
"Will you help me to my car" she
began.
The young man laughed shortly.
BAD night for travelling" he sug-
gested. you'll stay here"
"What are you doing here?" she
demanded
about year ago your father tried
to put Sandy Lane behind the bars, y
he said Your father was warned
but he persisted. That was mistake
Your father knows now-he's going to
pay the penalty"
You are Sandy Lane" she mur
INJURED involuntarily.
THAT doesn't matter" he remarked
You are Arthur Hamilton's daughter
that's what counts. ! guess"
Marion heard no more. At that in.
stant she saw again the man with the
| unshaven face. He was moving slow.
ly down the stairs.
Fascination and terror held her mo-
tionless
Then one of the stairs creaked. The
young man whirled with the speed OF
lightning The big man rushed past
her.
The short struggle was titanic. Once
their bodies struck the table at Ma
rions side and the table crumpled like
thing of cardboard She moved back
each step on her sprained ankle hurt
Ing cruelty.
And suddenly she realized that she
had an opportunity to be something
more than an idle onlooker. The
young man was on his back now, still
struggling violently, but very evident
ly losing the fight. But Marion coul(
see what the bigger man had failed t(
notice-that revolver had fallen tC
the floor from somewhere and tha
the young mans hand was cropping fol
| it.
And then she sprang forward ane
| snatched the revolver away Instinc
| lively she had decided that of the two
| she would rather throw herself on the
mercy of the Older man.
The latter rose presently and yankee
| the other man to sitting position ant
| then up into chair.
"The end of the trail, Sandy" he
muttered with quiet ring of triumph
in his voice. IT'S been long trip
but we've arrived at last"
He turned-to find himself covered
with the weapon which Marion held
A sudden. smile broke over his face
Don't blame YOU" he remarked
and Marion was surprised at the quail
ity of gentleness in his tone. II must
look like d ruffian-though | feel like
very efficient and highly pleased po
lice officer
Suddenly she realized that those
evil eyes were directed upon her Will
all the vengeance of the handcuffed
mans soul behind them
"Wait till | get out" he muttered
It'll be some wait" the officer in.
terposed you'll do time for the iof
you tried to frame up against Mr.
Hamilton. But there's worse than that
coming TO you, Sandy Lane.