Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1940-11-22

suitcase was again in the small bed
room. But there was nobody there.
She waited, nervously, praying they
would come.
Finally, she decided to phone the
sanitarium, and find if Armand, any,
how, was there. She ask him to please
hurry home.
She lifted the receiver from the
hook, asked information" for the
number-then-snap! Complete sill
ence!
She tried again 49,.
Suddenly, she felt gale Of cold air
in the room, and wheeled round, start
led. The shade was blowing inward.
A man was climbing through the low
er half Of the opened window. It was
Green!
$50 it's you, Gorgeous!" Green
leaped over the sill. She flew to the
telephone. He laughed, terrifyingly.
81 cut the wires from the outside just
now. No one'll hear you'll" ; He ap-
preached her stealthily, like a pam
Their. She saw the brilliant look in
his eyes. He was dope-maddened.
There was murder on his face.
She screamed, and backed against
the wall. eff you touch me, you'll
go to the electric chair for It'll" she
gasped.
"But you won't live to tell anyone
what I am going to dol" There was
a fiendish grin on his face as he came
slowly towards her.
Terror froze Jean. The awful
realization that her last moment had
come.
But stark animal instinct for self
preservation suddenly poured
strength into muscles and nerves. In
a wild rush she was in the kitchen,
into the bathroom, and had slammed
shut the door. But before she could
lock it, he had it open. She whirled
through the bedroom to the front door
of the shack. No sooner had she
turned the key to escape than his
powerful arm pinioned her.
She struggled and fought. He
laughed on high, triumphant note,
demanding: "One last kiss
-"
AS he held her, she managed to
twist around, and sink her teeth in
his right hand. With a howl of pain
and fury, he let go his hold. She
broke away from him, and the life
and-death race around the tiny cabin
was on again.
A weapon? Her frantic eyes lit
on heavy, three-legged stool. She
grabbed it by one leg. Whirled it a.
bout her head and, with all her
strength, hurled it at the man. She
did not know if it had actually hit
him, or if he had sidestepped it, in
the terrific crash that followed, when
either the force of his body, or the
direct impact of the stool sent a heat
ing stove skiddering to the wall be-
low the window. It overturned.
Kerosene poured out. A tongue of
flame caught the curtain.
Jean did not see that. In the con-
fusion, she wrenched the door open,
and ran. The night was dark. But
the path was illuminated by the open
door. There was the sound of feet
his feet-running behind her! Pray
ing for help, she took cover in the
woods like hunted creature.
How long she ran, tripped, picked
herself up, pressed forward, she was
never afterwards able to recollect. 1t
might have been minutes, but it seem
ed like hours. Her hands and face
we're scratched. Stockings torn to
;hreds by the underground. Finally,
LACED, she emerged ON lighted road,
along it she saw, in the
distance, the lights of the railroad
tation.
She heard the whistle of an ap-
,roaching train. She forced her ex-
austed self into a run. As she stag
,ered into the depot, fumbling in her
rag for money, the train was just