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Smith pushed the papers aside and
looked up scowling.
"He was here a minute ago, with
StUlings. Said he'd be back. You've
come to take him home?"
She nodded and came to sit In a
chair at the desk-end, saying.
"Don't let me interrupt you, please,
I'll be quiet."
"I don't mean to let anything In
terrupt me until I have finished what
I have undertaken to do; I'm past
all that, now."
"I have heard about what you did
last night."
"About the newspaper fracas? You
don't approve of anything like that,
of course. Neither did I, once. But
there is no middle way. You know
what the animal tamers tell us about
the beasts. I've had my taste of blood
There are a good rnany men in this
world who need killing. Crawford
Stanton is one of them, and I'm not
sure that Mr. David Kinzie isn't an
other."
"I can't hear what you say when
you talk like that," she objected,
looking past him with the gray eyes
veiled.
"Do you want me to lie down and
let them put the steam roller over
me?" he demanded irritably. "Is
that your ideal of the perfect man?"
"hat I said, and what I meant,
had nothing at all to do with Timan
yoni High Line and its fight for life,"
she said calmly, recalling the wan
dering gaze and letting him see her
eyes. "I was thinking altogether of
one man's attitude toward his
world."
"Vyhat I said, and what I meant,
in soberly. "I've gone a long way
since then, Corona.."
"I know you have. Why doesn't
daddy come back?"
"He'll come soon enough. You're
not afraid to be here alone with me,
are you?"
".No; but anybpdy might be afraid
of the man you are going to be."
His laugh was as mirthless as the
creaking of a rusty hinge.
"You needn't put it in the future
tense. I have already broken with
whatever traditions there were left j
to break with. Last night I threaten-]
ed to kill Allen, and, perhaps, I
•should have done it if ho hadn't beg
ged like a dog and dragged his wife
and children into it."
"X know," she. acquiesced, and
again she was looking past him.
"And that isn't all. Yesterday Kin
zie set a trap for me and baited it
with one of his clerks. For a little
while it seemed as if the only way to
spring the trap was for me to go
after the clerk and put a bullet
through him. It wasn't necessary, as
it turned out, but if it had been—"
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"Oh, you couldn't!" she broke in
quickly. "I can't believe that of you!"
"You think I couldn't? Let me tell
you of a thing that 1 have done.
Night before last Verda Richlander
had a wire from a young fellow who
wants to marry her. He had found
out that she was here in Brewster,
and the wire was to tell her that he
was coming in that night on the de
layed 'Flyer.' She asked me to meet
htm and tell him she had gone to
bed. He is a miserable little wretch;
a sort of sham reprobate; and she
ha 3 never cared for him. except to
keep him dangling around with a lot
ol others. I told her I wouldn't meet
him, and she knew very well that I
cculdn't meet him—and stay out of
jail. Are you listening?"
"I'm trying to.'* •
"It was the pinch, and I wasn't
big enough—in your sense of the
word—to meet it. I saw what would
happen. If Tucker Jlbbey came here,
Stanton would pounce upon him at
once; and Jibbey, with a drink or
two under his belt, would tell all he
knew. I fought it all out while I
was waiting for the train. It was
Jibbey's effacement, or the end of
the world for me, and for Timkn
yont High Line."
Dexter Baldwin's daughter was not
of those who shriek and faint at the
apparition of horror. But the gray
eyes were dilating and her breath
was coming in little gasps when she
said:
"I can't believe it! Tou are not go
ing to tell me that you met this man
asa friend and then—"
"No; it didn't quite come to a mur
der in cold blood, though X thought
it might. I had Maxwell's runabout,
and I pot Jibbey into it. He thought
1 was going to drive him to the
hotel. After we got out of town he
grew suspicious, and there was a
struggle in the auto. I—l had to
beat him over the head to make him
keep quiet; I thought for the mo
ment that I had killed him, and I
knew, then, just how far I had gone
on the road I've been '.raveling e\er
since a certain night in the middle
of last May. The proof was in the
way I felt; I wasn't either sorry or
horror-stricken; I was merely re
lieved to think that he wouldn t
i trouble me, or clutter up the world
with his worthless presence anj
longer."
"But that wasn't your real sell!"
she- expostulated.
"What was It, then?'"
"I don't know—l only know that
It wasn't you. But tell me; did he
die?"
"So."
"What have you done with him?"
"Do you know the old abandoned
Wire-Silver mine at Little Butte?"
"I knew it before it was abandon
ed, yes."
"I was out there one Sunday aft
ernoon with Starbuck. The mine is
bulk-headed and locked, but one of
the keys on my ring- fitted the lock,
and Starbuck and I went in and
stumbled around for a while in the
dark tunnnels. I took Jibbey there
and locked him up. He's there now."
"Alone in that horrible place—
and without food?"
"Alone, yes; but I went out yes
terday and put a basket of food
where he, could get it."
. "What are you going to do with
him?"
"I am going to leave him there
until after I have put Stanton and
Kinzie and the other buccaneers
safely out of business. When that is
dpne, he can go; and I'll go, too.'
She had risen, and at the sum
ming up she turned from him and
went aside to the one window to
stand for a long minute gazing down
into the electric-lighted street. When
6he came back her lips were pressed
together and she was very plae.
"When I was in school, our old
psychology professor used to try to
tell us about the underman; the
brute that lies dormant inside of us
and is kept down only by reason and
the superman. I never believed it
was anything more than a fine-spun
theory—until now. But now I know
it is true."
He spread his hands.
"I can't help it, can I?"
"The man that you are now can't
help it; no. But the man that you
could be—if he would only come
back —" she stopped with a little un
controllable shudder and sat down
again covering her face with her
hands.
"I'm going to turn Jibbey loose—
after I'm through," he vouchsafed.
HXRXUSBURG TELEGRAPH!
She took her hands away and blaz
ed up at him suddenly, with her
face aflame.
"Yes! after you are safe; after
there is no longer any risk in it for
■You Are a Coward," She Flashei
Back. r
you! That Is worse than if you had :
killed him—worse for you, I mean.
Oh, can't you see? It's the very depth
of cowardly Infamy!"
He smiled sourly. "You think I'm |
a coward? They've been calling me
everything else tout that in . the past j
few days."
."You are a coward!" she flashed I
back. "You have proved it. You
daren't go out to Little Butte to
night and get that man and bring
him to Brewster while is yet
time for him to do whatever it is
that you are afraid he will do!"
Was it the quintessence of femi
nine subtlety, or only honest rage
and indignation, that told her how to
aim the armor-piercing arrow? God,
who alone knows the secret work,
ings of the woman heart and brain,
can tell. But the arrow sped true and
found its mark. Smith got up stif
fly out of the big swing chair and
stood glopming down at her.
"You think I did it for myself?—
Just to save my own worthless hide?
I'll show you; show you all the things
that you say are now impossible. Did
you bring the gray roadster?"
She nodded briefly.
"Your father Is coming back; I
hear the elfevator bell. I am going to
take the car, and I don't want to
meet him. Will you say what is need
ful?"
She nodded again, and he went out
quickly. It was only a few steps down
the corridor to the elevator landing
and the stair circled the caged ele
vator shaft to the ground floor.
Smith halted in the darkened corner
of the stairway long enough to make
sure that the colonel, with Stillings
and a woman in an automobile coat
and veil—a woman who figured for
him in the passing glance as Corona's
mother—got off at the office floor.
Then he ran down to the street
level, cranked the gray roadster and
sprang in to send the car. rocketing
westward.
(To Be Continued)
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The Poison of German Intrigue
—Wilsons Antidote
German intrigue in America as well as in Russia, in the form of veiled peace proposals, whicti,
to use the words of President Wilson, "aim to deceive all those throughout the world who stand tor
the rights of peoples and the self-government of nations," is the subject of the leading article in this
week's LITERARY DIGEST, dated June 23d. ~ . , ,
The article, using the President's note to the Russian people and his Flag Day address as a basis,
makes very clear just what America is fighting for a nd the peace that must come. It throws the light ot
public opinion in this country, as shown by the newspaper press, upon the President s words, and
shows that they are not only a warning to the Russians to avoid the fatal error of deserting t ie
Allies but, in the opinion of the Pittsburgh Gazette-Times, they are also a warning to Iro-Gei
man neutrals and to Pro-Germans in this country." The article also gives answer to those an ho tavor
the making of a separate peace by Russia.
Among other topics of almost equal interest and importance which are treated in this issue
of the "Digest," &re:
"We Have Tasted Liberty and It Has Made Us Drunk"
Remarked Russian Minister of War, Kerensky* and, in the Opinion of the Foreign Correspondents in
Russia, He Spoke the Truth. This Article Shows die Russian Muddle in All Its Angles
Getting Greece Together The South Calling Negroes Back
Driving the Germans Back in Belgium To Make War-Profits Pay For War
What the Jews Are Doing With Our Bohemian Fighters
Freedom in Russia Finger-Prints in the Orient
Doing More Work With Fewer Men Measuring Hunger Pangs
Personal Glimpses of Interesting People Reviving the Elizabethan Age in England
How the Chinese Build Investments and Finance
Reprisals Against Germany People Chosen of God
The Y. M. C. A. Forehanded Edith Cavell's Last Letter
Many Striking Illustrations, Including the Best Cartoons
All News-Roads Lead At Last to "The Digest"
Did you ever stop to think of the path your news travels All this is wonderful enough, but when you reflect that
to reach you, of how an event no sooner happens thari the published news erf the whole wodd comes to the
the story of it speeds away, by word of mouth, by tele- editors of THE LITERARY DIGEST, ami is put by
graph or telephone, is flashed through submarine cables them through an impartial sieve which retains only the
or flies free in air on the wings of the wireless to the choicest part, uncolored and unchanged in the least de
office of some newspaper, where it is translated into gree, then your wonder grows. For your use and bene
cold type, rushed through the presses, and hurried forth fit the pith of all the wor d s events is concentrated with
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Lightning Destroys Barn of
Enos Nissley, of Landisville
Mount Joy, Pa., Juno 22.—Yester
day afternoon the barn of Enos Nis
sley, one mile north of Landisville,
tenanted by Harvey Grube, was
stuck by lightning and entirely de
stroyed. A substation of the Cones
toga Traction Company here was
struck and considerable damage
done to the electric equipment.
Jacob Musselmnn and his daugh-i
ter, Ada, of Landisville, who sought
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