The producers news. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1918-1937, 1929-08-23
The Strange Case of
DR.. JEKYLL and MR.. HYDE
By r. L. Stevenson
By r. L. Stevenson

bare of passengers, besides; for
Mr.. Utterson thought he had new
er seen that part of London so de-
serted. He cold have wished it
otherwise; never in his life had
he been conscious of so sharp a
wish to see and touch his fellow
creatures; for struggle as he
might, there was borne in upon
his mind a crushing anticipation
of calamity. The square, when
they got there, was all full of
wind and dust, and the thin trees
in the garden were flashing them
selves along the railing. Poole,
who had kept all the way a pace
or two ahead, now pulled up in the
middle of the pafement and, in
spite of the biting weather, took
off his hat and mopped his brow
with a red pocket-handkerchief.
But for all the hurry of his COM
ing, these were not the dews of
eXertion that he wiped away, but
the moisture of some struggling
anguish; for his face was white,
and his voice, when he spoke,
harsh and broken.
swell, sir" he said, "here we
are, and God grant there be moth
ing wrong"
Amen, POOLE" said the lawyer.
Thereupon the servant knocked
in a very guarded manner; the
door was opened on the chain; and
a voice asked from within, els that
you, Poole?
"It's all right" said Poole. sop
en- the door,"
The hall when they entered IT
was brightly lighted up, the fire
was built high, and about he
hearth the whole of the servants
me nand women, stood huddled to-
gether like a flock of sheep. Al
the sight of Mr.. Utterson the
household broke into hysterical
whimpering, and the cook, crying
out, "Bless God! it's Mr.. Utter.
SON" ran forward as if to take
him in her arms.
"What, what? Are you al
here?" said the lawyer peevishly
every irregular, very unseemly
your master would be far from
pleased"
They're all afraid" said Poole
Blank silence followed, no on,
protesting; only the maid lifted
up her voice and now wept loudly
"Hold your tongue!" Poole saiC
to her, with a ferocity of accen
that testified to his own jangleC
nerves; and indeed, when the CIR
had so suddenly raised the note O
her lamentation, they had al
started and turned toward the in
ner door with faces of dreadful
expectation. "And now," continues
the butler, addressing the knife
: boy, "reach me a candle and wei
get this through hands at once.
And then he begged Mr.. Uttersol
to follow him and led the way t
the back garden.
"Now, sir" said he, "you com
? as gently as you can. / want t
hear, and I don't want you to
heard. And see here, sir, if b
any chance he was TO ask you il
don't CO."
Mr.. Utterson's nerves, at thi
unlooked-for termination, gave
jerk that nearly threw him frol
his balance, but he recolie:ted hi
courage and followed the butte
intoth laboratory building an
through the surgical theater, wit
it's lumber of crates and bottle
to the foot of the stair. Hel
Poole motioned to him to stand o
one side and listen, while he hin
self, setting down the candle an
making a great and obvious ca
on his resolution, mounted ii
steps and knocked with a som,
what uncertain hand on the re
baize of the cabinet door.
"Mr. Utterson, sir, asking
= see you," he called, and even &
he did SO once more violently sigl
ed to the lawyer to give ear.
II A voice answered from within
"Tell him cannot see any one
it said complainingly.
III THANK you, sir" said Pool
y with note of something like II
Il umph in his voice, and taking l
his candle he led Mr.. UttersS
; back across the yard and into Il
} great kitchen, where the fire W;
out and the beetles were leapir
ON the floor.
"Sir," he said, looking Mr.. u
= terson in the eyes, twas that n
: masters voice"
at seems much changed" r
piled the lawyer, very pale, b
giving look for look.
| Changed? Well, yes, thin
So" said the butler. 'Have be-
twenty years in this mans hou
! to be deceived about his voice? N
sir; masters made away with;
was made away with eight da
ago when we heard him cry O
upon the name of God, and who
in there instead of him and WI
it stays there is thing that cri
to Heaven, Mr.. Utterson!"
"This is a very strange Ia
- Poole, this is rather a wild tai
= my man." said Mr.. Utterson. "Su
| pose it were as you suppose, su
posing DR.. Jekyll to have been
well, murdered, what would
duce the murderer to stay? Tn
won't hold water; it doesn't col
mend itself to reason"
- "Well, Mr.. Utterson, you are
hard man to satisfy, but I'll do
yet" said Poole. "All this L.
week (you must know him or