Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-08-02
ChaDtnr NH.
BEWARE-THE CATS EYE.

m
N that Julian GuyffOrd, langulSh-
VI ing in his sickness, was haunt
cd by evil dreams of soft feet
that crept about his chamber
and of one who sought for the hidden
thing the while he himself. sunk in q
dreadful letharGy. lay helpless, until
he sank into black decps OF uncon-
seriousness.
But upon a morning he opened his
eyes to see DR.. Samson.
How are We today, Mr.. Jullan?'
"You puzzle me! You don't improve
sir!"
"Improve?" cried Julian, with trill
of queer. high-pitched laughter. I'm
dying, man, dying by inches!
Every day 1 grow weaker and every
night :. see visions 1eel
hands touch me i the dark! And every
day l am worse-mark that
How-don't ye see 1t? Must tell you!
murder, Samson. murder!
DR.. Samson recoiled in HORNED ols-
NAV. and Julian spoke:
Eth. Samson, do 1 shock ye? How
long have lain here?"
Eight days, sir
Aha, and why? Have I any broken
bones? Not one! Am I cursed with
any deep-rooted ailment? No! Then
what ails me, Samson?"
Sir, L confess
Then Ill resolve We this mystery
and in one Xord-poiSon! Av,
poison. my gooS fool! They're dragging
me nearer my grave every night!
killing me. Samson. killing me by de-
erees. slow but sure! But Ill up ana
cheat en- yet! Bring me my clothes
:" The quick whispered speech
ended in a gasp. end the SICK man
sank back trembling. While Dr.. sam
son. silent and aghast, stared down
ct him.
Mr.. Julian sir" he SIAM
mered. Its dreadful accusation this!
whom do you suspect"
"Villain's. Samson, an arch-rogue, my
snake-Tom Pitt"
mfr. Julian. said the doctor "let me
beg you to compose yourself. These
horrid suspicious are but the outcome
of your fevered mind"
"Tush!" cried Julian in swift passion.
''I'll up, I'll quit this cursed inn!'
Sir to go abroad may prove, fatal. y
And to be here, Samson. surely
means my grave. So Ill die i the open
air if needs must. Here's for II!
And. slipping out of bed, Julian took
two steps. reeled. clutched the bed-poSt.
Then, supported by the sturdy doctor,
he began to stumble across the cham
Der: fiercely resolute, he set his teeth
somewhat. Thereafter, he dressed HIM
self slowly. and now he tottered up and
down again. then sinking into an elbow
chair at last
Brandy" he gaspcd, "no, not out
O. the bottle! Get some from &.
landlord John: twill be-safer!'
Shaking dubious head, DR.. Samson
departed on his GRAND.
Asprawl in the chair, Julian remained
motionless until, hearing a slight sound.
he glanced up to see the latch hft
stealthily and the door began to open:
then into the room came the sleek head
of Tom Pitt.
I'm here. Tom. lad!" said Julian.
I'm about again. Tom-the which shail
surprise thee;-I see it does! But why
SO pale-ha? Come hither, now. Tom,
answer and tell me-where is thy
why, sir, Mr.. Julian, you are my
MASTER
Living dog!" Julian's cane whizzed
viciously and, smitten across the face
Tom Pitt uttered shrill cry. Julian
followed and struck at him till his
strength failed
."Of worm" he painted. &c,
I choose steel or a bullet rather than
Tom Pitt crawled to the door and ut
tering no word looked at his erstwhile
master. Now meeting this look and
reading it Alright. Julian laughed family.
Shoot straight" said he, then Tom
Pitt went his way.
DR.. Samson, returning with the
brandy. found his patient sunk down
in the chair. Having gulped the potent
spirit. he sat while staring.
'Ha. It's a dog-hole, this!" he ex-
claimed. "'Tis an accursed place. a
very death trap-come help me down
the stair out into the sunshine!'
Crossing unsteadily TO the tumbled bed
he drew a pistol from beneath the
bolster.
There's more about this pistol than
meets the eye!" Then slipping the