Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-07-20
By
|| E. PHILLIPS
OPPENT1EIM
vi Copyrisht, 1879, By North Amer
ieAn Newspaper Alliance ana
Metropolitan Newspaper serv-
fss.

Don't cut it too short, Govnor," he
begged. Twice more round, en-?
Twice"
He broke off. Turning slowly round,
he saw US. Suddenly the numbness left
my limbs. I reached Minchin first. I
flung him into a corner OF the room,
and then 1 went for Joseph. He saw
me coming, fiicked at me with his
whip. cruel lash. saw his eyes hard
en-, hisAnouth set. If he was armed, ne
made no effort to draw. He came to-
ward me, and we crashed into each
other. well away from the sobbing lit
tie object upon the floor. It was a
fight of a sort, suppose. remember
nothing Of it-nothing until felt Bea-
trice's arms around my neck. pulling at
me until my hands upon his throat
Henry" she cried. you've killed
hiIn!"
Joseph opened his eyes. He raised
himself with the help of his hand.
mot he" he muttered. with the ghost
OF his old smile. Il give in, though,
Beatrice Your man is the better
muscularly."
He staggered to his feet and sat on a
chair. I looked around. Martin Hews
was in his little carriage learned aft
erward that Beatrice had placed him
there. Minchin had crept stealthily
away. Joseph leaned forward.
THAT man." he said. pointing to Mar
tin Hews, "aas escaped death at my
hands, because death means no SUI
fering. He will never forget this after
noon. Your mistake, Owston, Is in
thinking of him as q human being. He
is the devil incarnate. He starved my
mother to death. He would have starved
lis. had he not thought we might be
useful to him. l came from America to
kill him. stayed to fight him IN every
way. I prayed that he might not die
before I had hurt him the only way he
could be hurt--through his vanity, the
miserable little, toad!
Martin Hews. In his chair. was glib
boring I could not understand a word
he said, but apparently Beatrice did. for
she searched the room and brought back
his wig. He placed it upon his head,
covering himself up little moro close
~. Even then he was a creature one
would not willingly look at.
Give me some wine or brandv.
Joseph demanded, looking up abruptly
from his place. Il have the brains,
Owston. and I fancy that have some
skill in fighting. but here must give
you best You have hurt me badly"
went to the secret cupboard. poured
him out some brandy and gave it to
him. Martin Hews made strange noises:
I took him some. too. He drank it and
seemed TO become little more his nat
ural self
Some more" he insisted, holding out
his glass. He drained his second por-
ton to the last drop, drew deep sigh,
and settled himself more in his chair.
Waving us out Of the way, he swung
round and paused at his desk.
Joseph" he said. II will return good
for evil will show you something. the
envy for which will be a blight upon
your life, II you manage to escape the
hangman for another year or two. I
will show you your failures and my sue
cesses. GOMEZ"
We all followed the chair. He turned
and waved us back.
Never in my life have taken more
than one person at time into my
tabernacle" he said. I'VE go alone,
and remember that what show you, I
show you for your misery"
Joseph rose a little languidly to his
feet. 1t seemed to me that he was still
dazed.
you shall see the Buddha." Martin
Hews went on. You shall see the Cor
regio, Donkin took from your people.
found while your men were sharpening
their tools. No. not you" he added.
motioning us away. You have another
task Go back the way you came and
ring the bell outside the third door on
the left in the courtyard. for tonight is
over. I want to know where those
others were lurking when Minchin
opened the doors. Col"
I hesitated. Beatrice, however, drew
me away.
You must obey" she whispered "It
is the only chance with him when he is
like this"
From the threshold I watched them.
Martin HeWs was some minutes pro-
ducing his keys. but eventually the great
door swung open. Just before the two
into the shadows Beatrice
and I descended and moved across the
courtyard in the gray morning light.
We passed the first door. and the sec
ond-and there was no third. We looked
at each other.
what did your uncle mean?" de-
manded.
Il cannot imagine" she answered.
But even at that moment we knew.
The ground beneath our feet shook
and rocked. There was kissing sound,
and then a tremendous explosion. The
walls of the north wing. which incloSed
the gallery. seemed suddenly to split
and crumble and fall outward. Red
flames curled and leaped toward the
skies. Clouds Of smoke shot up and
irifted away, darkening the whole Of