The producers news. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1918-1937, 1929-07-12
The Strange Case Of
DR JEKYLL and MR.. HYDE
By r. L. Stevenson
BIZ x. L. Stevenson

calls OF business, that they might
enjoy them uninterrupted.
1t CHANGED on one of these ram.
bles that their way led them dowr
a by-street in busy quarter OF
London. The street was small and
what is called quiet, but it drove .
thriving trade on the weekdays
The inhabitants were all doing we'll
it seemed, and all emulously hon.
ing to do better still, and LAYING
out the surplus of their gains IN
coqeutry; so that the shop fronts
stood along that thoroughfare with
an air of invitation, like rows of
smiling sales-women. Even on Sun
day, when it yelled its more florid
charms and lay comparatively emp-
ty of passage, the street shone out
in contrast to its dingy neighbor.
hood, like a fire in a forest; and
with its freshly painted shutters,
well-polished brasses, and general
cleanliness and gayety of note. in
stantly caught and pleased the eve
VI VIC pdSStilRSTs
Two doors from one corner. on
the left going east, the line was
broken by the entry of a court:
and just at that point a certain
sinister block of building thrust
forward its gable on The street. II
was two stories high; showed no
window, nothing but a door on the
lower story and a blind forehead
OF discolored wall on the upper; and
bore in every feature the marks of
prolonged and sordid negligence.
The door, which was equipped with
neither bell nor knocker, was Bills
tered and distained. Tramps SLOUGH
ed into the recess and struck mat
ches on the panels, children kept
shop upon the steps; the school bow
had tried his knife on the mold
ings; and for close on a generation
no one had appeared to drive away
these random visitors or to repair
their ravages.
Mr.. Enfield and the lawyer were
on the other side of the by-street:
but when they came abreast of the
entry the former lifted up his cane
and pointed.
Did you ever remark that door p"
ne asked; and when his companion
had replied in the affirmative, at
is connected in my mind" added
he, with a very odd story"
Indeed 2" said Mr.. Utterson,
with slight chance of voice, "and
what was that ?"
well, it was this way" returned
MIR. Enfield; 81 was coming home
from some place at the end of the
world, about three o'clock of a
black winter morning, and my way
ay through a part Of town where
here was literally nothing to be
seen but lamps. Street after
street, and all the folks asleep
street after street, all lighted up
rs II for procession and all as
empty as a churchill at last /
got into that state of mind when
4 man listens and listens and be-
gins to look for the sight of a po-
iceman. All at once l saw two
figures: one a little man who was
'tumping along eastward at a good
walk, and the other a girl of may /
be eight or ten, who was running
as hard as she was able down al
cross street. Well, sir, the two ran
nto one another naturally enough
1t the corner; and then came the
horrible part Of things; for the
man tramped calmly over the
child's body and left her scream
ing on the ground. 1t sounds moth
ing to bear, but it was hellish 10
see. 1t wasn't like man; it was
ike some damned Juggernaut. II
gave a view halloa, took to my
heels, collared my gentleman, and
brought him back to where there
was already quite a group about
he screaming child. He was per-
Fectly cool and made not resistance,
but gave me one look, so ugly that
It brought out the sweat on me like
The people who had turn
ed out were the girls own family;