Montana oil and mining journal. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1931-1953, 1937-07-03

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The drumming Of the rain ceased
suddenly with light pattering on the
roof and the night filled with the
guFgling Of running water. Doris sat
painfully alert, listening intentiy foT
the sound Of some one moving IN the
silence OF the house. She heard afar
off the whine OF the rising Wind-the
unmistakable note in it Of an advancing
She leaped to her feet. shut the
whimpering monkey In the clothes
closet and took Brent's storm coat.
There was only one sensible thing for
her to do. Get out and run down 70
SebaStian'S house while there was still
time.
She opened a window. stepped into
the dripping darkness and felt her way
down the stairs.
Doris ran down the drive under the
thrashing palms almost carried by the
gale that clustered at her back. Before
she heard the footballs behind her she
knew that in the darkness there was
some one in pursuit.
The hurricane arrived fun force with
cosmic below. Two strong arms
caught her and threw her down on the
slippery wet earth on her back. She had
not after all, outwitted the Watcl1Ril-
ness of de Jerez. Helpless and breath
less she had no strength to resist while
he drew her to shelter along the
The shelter was a gardeners tool
house, sturdily built. but barely high
enough to stand up in. The door was
on the lee side of the hut and her
captor was able to open 1t. he drew
her in roughly and shut it. She was
there with the mystery Of his inten--
lions, his cruelty and his wounded
pride, crouched among the tools IN
the fetid darkness.
The hurricane tore at their sturdy
shelter, rocked it Sickeningly as II try
ing to tear 1t up by the roots with gar
gantuan fingers. She shouted hyster-
fcally-"you're fool-let's get out
wen be killed in here"
you're the fool thinking you could
escape me. knew you recognized me. |
Go out If you like. You'll be blown TO
She CROPPED for the door but he
pushed her away from it. He said with 4
his mouth against her ear to make him
self heard above the bowling OF the
universe-"I'm grateful to Brent for /
going away, but he's wasting his time, /
The old man was senile, but the VIII /
is not a forgery"
@It's all q bluff" she screamed.
That's why you're here to torment |
me, but you can't brighten me"
nae lI1EAtCA . AeAAl -@Ae ~ 49, [
Sonora" HIS hot breath was on her /
cheek and she knew his vulgar face
wore the same evil smile she had seen
when he squeezed the fragile little
fingers of the monkey. GAS for the
bluff, / saw the will drawn up. ! was
there when my father made 1T,
"You inundated a dying OLD man
"Maybe. The will is valid for all
that She knew that in the Writhing
darkness he was glOating over her snow
Of discontinue. She would be calm
Indifferent. TITS lie" she said firmly
with wildly beating heart. You would
have produced 1t long before II II nao
been in existence."
''It were better to discover 1t now,
Sonora. It has worked out very wen
for me. I do not live to Work like q dog.
And the plantation Is now In a flour
IShing condition.
you are as vile as you look sne
shouted recklessly, thinking Of Brents
endless toll retaining the decaymg
acres. cas- loathsome as q snake With
your black. treacherouS heart.
De .Jerez took care she should hear
MS amused laughter against her ear.
Your abuse is sweet music, my not
FLOODED Sonora. like my women on on i
icult. Brent has taken everything that i
vas mine. And now, Sonora, VIII take
everything that is his" II
she felt his hands tearing at the
leayy storm coat that protected her /
oody' She fought him, feeling her
hands come in contact with his face :
nd digging her nails deep into the
Yielding flesh. Gathering strength she
never knew she had she rolled over ]
Jack breaking tools with him fighting /
ike q tigress, found the door and I
pushed it tin It flew open.
De Jerez hung on to the coat as
he tried TO get outside. ''Madre de
dos" he screamed, don't be a fool \
You are going to your DEATH"