New Britain Herald Newspaper, April 21, 1922, Page 9

Q19 Continued From Our Last Issue His head was not aching; but there throbbed within his head, ceaselessly and enormously, a pulse thut seemed to shake him at its every beat, It was going knock, knock ,knock! He hegan to have the feeling that if this fright ful knocking continued it would he: its way out, Somecthing would gi way., He was the father of Efie's child; he was the murdere of EMe and her child! He was neither; but theerimes were fastened upon him as ineradicable pigment upon his skin. He was a betrayer and a murderer, and every refutation that he could produce turned to u brand in his hands and branded him yet more deeply. He writhed in torment. For- ever, h& would carry the memory of that fierce and sweating face pressing | ; towards him across the table in that court. No! Tt was another face th stood Jike flame bhefore his eyes. T ning! Twyning, Twyning! The promp- ter, the goader of that passionate man's passion, the instigator and in- strument] of this his utter and ap- paling destruction. Twyningfi Twyn- ing, Twyning: e ground his teeth upon the name, He twisted in his chair upon the thought. Twyning Twyning, Twyning!' Knock, knock, knock! Ah, that knocking, that knock- ing! Something was going to give way | A in a minute. It must be abated. feverish desire to smoke came won him. He felt in his pockets for his cigaret case. He had not got it. He remembered that he had started for Brighton without it, discovered there that the had left it hehind. He start ed to hunt for it, a previous occasion of searching for it like this. When? Ah, when had told him she had found it lying about and had put it—of all absurd ! places for a cigaret case—in the baclk of the clock. ! He went quickly | to the clock and opened it. Good! It was there, He snatched it up. Some thing else there. A folded paper. H name penciled on it: Mr. Sabre, She had left a message for him! That clgaret case business had been deliberately done! He began to read. Tears stood in his eyes, Pitiful, oh, pitiful. the page—knock, knock, knock! The knocking suddenly ceased. He threw up his hand. He gave a very lond ery. A single note. A note of ex- traordina exnltation: “Ha!" He crushed the papers between his hands. He cried aloud: “Into my hands! Tnto my hands thou hast de- livered him!" He opened the paper and read again, his hand shaking, and now a most terrible trembling upon him Dear Mr. Sabre, T wanted you to go to Brighton so I could be alone to do what I am just going to do. You see they won't let me keep my little baby and now I-have made things too terrible for you. So 1 see the only thing to do is tg take myself out of it all and take my little baby with me. Soon I shall explain things to God and then 1 think it will be quite all right. My ZGet, 10, The ORIGINAI Ma!ted" For Infants & Invalids The “Food- Drink” for All Ages. Quick Lunch at Home, Office,and Fountains. Ask for HORLICK'S. g2-Avoid Imitations & Substitutes White By COURTNEY Here is a powerful adven He remembered | Iiffie | He turned | | wrenched open the door and gol in T with a past works out his salvation atop the Continental Divide where Winter rules in May. You must vead this THRILLING SERIAL NOVEL Beginning with the first of 12 installments on Monday, April 24th | | | | | ASMHUTCHINGON heart is filled with gratitude to you. I cannot express it but I shall tell God when I explain everything to| Him; and my one hope is that after| I have been punished T shall be al- lowed to mect you again, and thank you—there, where everything will be understodd, He turned over, | I feel I ought to tell you now, be- fawe 1 leave this world, what I never was able to tell you or anyvone, The father of my littla haby was Harold Twyning who used to be in your office. We lad been secretly engaged a very, very long time and then he was I an officers’ training camp at Bournemouth where T was, and 1 don't (hink T quijte understood, We were going to be married and then he [had 1o go suddenly ,and then he was raid to tell hig father and then this ippened and he was more atrald. | | “HARD AS YOU SABRI'S ORDERS. how it all was. ¢, to tell Harold tha I quite forgive him, only I can't quite write to him. And dear Mr. Sabre, 1 do trust you to bhe with Harold what you have always been with me and with everybody-—gentle and understanding things. Goodby and may Gad bless and reward you for cver and ever, So that was I want you, ples t Effic. 1t | He shouted again, again, “Into my hands! hands!" | He horrible ecst “Ha!" He cried Into my abandoned himself to a rather v of hate and passion. His face hecame rather horrible to » His face became purple and and ‘knotted, and the veins on He cried aloud, black | his forehcad black. MeHarold! Harold! Twyning! Twyn- ling!” Me rather horribly mimicked | Twyning. rold's sueh a good hoy! | Harold's such good, Christian, model boy! Harold's never said a bad |word or had a bad thought. Harold's such a gond boy.” le cried out: | “Harold's such a blackguard! Har- lo1d ch a Dblackguard! A black- | guard and the soifof a vile, infamous | 1ving, periured blackguard.” | i sion and his hate surmount- ‘m lis voice. Ie choked. He picked up his stick and went with frantic hops to the door. He cried aloud, gritting his teeth upon it, “I'll cram | the lefter down his throat. T'll cram }']1\‘ letter down his throat. TI'll take a the face. Apd I'll cram the letter down his throat.” The cab driver was resting on his hox with purposeful and luxurious rest. Sahre waved his stick at him, and shouted to him, “Fortune’s office Hard as you can.” He ’I\im by the neck. I'll bash him across | in Tidborough. 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Let me out. I've something to get.” He ran again Into the house and bundled himself up the stairs and in- to his room. At his bureaun he took a drawer and wrenched it open so that it came oul in his hand, on the sackets of its handle, anc tered its contents upon the floor, article fell heavily, His rvice re- volver. He grabbed it up and drop- ped on his hands and knees, padding eagerly about after scattercd cartridg- es. As he searched his voice went harshly, “He's hounded me to hell. At the very gates of hell 1've got him, got him, and I'll have him by the throat and hurl him in! He broke open the breech and jammed the cartridges in, counting them, “One, two, three, four, five, six!" Ile snap- ped up the hreech and jammed the revolver in his jacket pocket. He went scrambling again down the stairs, and as he scrambled down he eried, “I'll cram the letter down his throat. When he's sprawling, when he's look- ing, perhaps I'll out with my gun and drill him, drill him for the dog, the dog that he is." He was arrived! He was there to my hands! Into my han passed into the office and swiftly as he could go up the stairs. He en- countered no onc. He came to Twyn- ing's door and put his hand upon the latch. Immediately, and enormously,, 8o that for a moment he was forced to pause, the pulse broke out anew in his head. Xnock, knock, kneck. Knock, knock, Lknock. Curse the thing! Never mind. In! In! At him! He went in. I On the left at the far end of the room, Twyning sat at his desk. He was crouched at his d, His head FLOOR VARNISH Awonderful finish for floors, } furniture, interior woodwork § ’j Clear varnish and stain colors-cherry,oak,walnut, mahogang etc. Shows the »|a good boy, Sabre, \ §ra_in of the wood and is €asily cleaned Made to walk on i “Save the surface and you save all" The JOHN BOYLE CO. Paint Supply House, RANKLIN SQUARE. buried in his hands. At his el vivid upon the black expar lny a torn o § how the ved Habre shut atick against the took the letter tabie, 11 leant fire pocket and i wall by the He from his and wilked across and stood over Twyn ing. Twyning had not? heard him He stood over him and looked down upon him. Knoek, knoek, Xnoek.| Curse tha thing. There was Twyn- ing's neek, that brown strip between | hig collar and his head, that in a minute he would cateh him by * + » No, seated thus he would cateh his| hair and wrench him bhack and eram his meal upon him. Kneck, knock, knoek, Curse the thing! | He said heavily, “Pwyning, Twyn ing, I've come to speak to you about your son." Twyning slightly twisted his in his hands so as to glance Subre. His face was red an odd, thick voice, “Oh, bre, have you heard?" Habre gaid, “Heard?" killed, My Harold Harold, Oh, Sabre, v, my boy, my Harold!" n to sob; his shoulders door face | up at He said in Sabre, § My hoy, Sabre, heaving. Sabre gave a sound that was just L whimy Oh, irony fate! Oh, cynicism incredible in alignan-| N ey! Oh, cumulative touch! To deliver || him this his enemy to strike, and to stricken! No sound in all the range of sounds || id whereby man express emotion was possible to express this emotion that now surcharged him. This was no pain of man's devising, This wa 1 and a private agony of the || rved for victims approved | for very nice and exquisite experi- | ment. He felt himself squeezed right | down beneath a pressure squeezing to | his vitals nd there was squeczed out of him just a whimper. | Twyning was brokenly saying, “It's| good of you to come, Sabre. I feel it. After that business. I'm sorry about it, Sabre. T feel your goodness coming to me like this. But you know, you always knew, what my boy was to me. My Harold. My Harold. Such & boy, Sabre. Such a good, Chr boy. And now he's gone, he's gone. Never to see him again., My boy. My son. My son!" Oh, dr 1ful! And he went pitiable. “My boy. can s gods 1 on, distraught My Harold. Such a and Such perfect boy. My Harolc The letier was crumpled in Sabre's| right hand. He was constricting it in his hand and knocking bis clenched knuckles on the marble. “My boy. My dear, good boy, Oh, Sabre, Sabre!"” He dropped his fight arm and swung it by his side; to and fro; over the fender—over the fire; over the hearth—over the flames. “My Harold. Never to sce his face again! My Harold." 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