Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 141, Indianapolis, Marion County, 23 October 1922 — Page 8

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In hip hnntinr camn in tne Adlrondacks. MIKE CLINCH, rum-runner and law-breaker in genera!, is hoardmg thè Flaming Jewel. that pricele* srem fir*t etolen Irom thè COUNTESS OF ESTHONIA by thè Internationa! thief. QUINTANA, and stolen Irom Quintana by Clinch. Quintana has retnmed to gain poseeseion ol thè jewel which Clinch paseionately holds as thè meana of "raaking a lady” of hie beautiful stepiiaughter, EVE STRAYER. JAMES DARRAGH. under thè name of UAL SMITH, le at Clinch e camp eeeking to gain poeeession of thè gem and reetore it to thè fceggared countee# Ere la captured by Quintana, earagely trcated. but escapea to thè hunting camp at .tar Pond Here. with ATATE TROOPER STORMONT ehe awaits thè return for Clinch and bis men who hare one out to clean up Quintana a gang. • Clinch diacovers that one of hie men. KARL LEVERETT. haa gone over to Quintana. Leverett eecapee in a hall of bulleta from Cllnch'a rifle. CHAPTER 111 F*or its size there is no fiercer animai than a rat. Rat-Uke rage possessed Leverett. In hls headlong flisht through thè rìusk, fear. instead of quenching, added to hls rage: and he ran on and on, crashing through thè undergrowth made wllder by thè pain of vicious blows from branches which flew back ; .id struck him in thè dark. Thorns bled him; unseen log tripped him; he- heard Clinch's builets whining around him; and he ran on, beginning to sob and curse In a frenzy of fury, fear and shame. Shots from Clinch’s rifle ceased; thè fugitive dropped lnto a heavy. shuffling wa’k slavering, gasplng, gestlculatlng wlth hls weaponles Asta in thè darkness. "Gol ram ye, IH flx ye.” he kept stammering in hls snarllng, jangling voice, broken by sobs. “I'il learn ye, yeh poor danged thing gol ram ye—” To his own shack on Stinklng Lake he dared not go. He tried to belleve that lt was fear of Clinch that made him shy of thè home shanty; but, in his cowering soul, he knew it was fear of another kind—thè deep, superstltious horror of Jake Kloon’s empty bunk —thè repugnant sight of Kloon's spare clothing hanging from its peg—thè dead man’s shoes — All at once he thought of Clinch’s etepdauahter The thought instantly scared him. Yet—what a revenge!—to strike Clinch through thè only creature he cared for in all thè world!. . What are vengo!. . . Clinch was headed for Drowned Yallev. Ève Strayer was alone at thè Dump. . . Another thought flashed like llghtnlng across his turbid mind—thè packet! Bribed by Quintana, Jake Kloon, irking at Clinch's door. had heard him direct Ève to take a packet to Owi marsh. and had notifled Quintana. Wittingly or unwlttlnly. thè girl had aken a packet of sugar-mllk choco!ate Instead of thè priceless parcel expected. Again. carried in. exhausted. by a Siate Trooper, Jake Kloon had been ooled; and it was thè packet of sugarmilk chocolate that Jake had pur-'.c-ined from thè veranda wherc Clinch kicked it. For two cakes of chocolate Kloon had dted. For two cakes of chocolate he, Earl Leverett, had become a man-slayer. a homeless fugitive In perii of his lise. Somewhere in Clinch’s Dump was lite packet that would make him rich. • * * Here was his opportuni*}*- He had only to dare: and pain and povertv and fear —above all else fear — would end forever! • • • When, at last. he carne out to thè c-dge of Clinch's clearing, thè dark October heavens were but a vast wilderness of stars. The Jlght burned steadily from Eve’s wmdow. CHAPTER IV From his hiding place among frostblackened rag weeds, thè trap robber could see only thè plastered ceiling of thè bed chamber. But thè kerosene lamp cast two shadows on that—tali shadows of human shapes that stlrred at tlmes. The shadows on thè ceiling were cast by Ève Strayer and her State trooper. Ève sat on her bed’s edge, swathed in a lilac kimono —delicate relic of school days. Her banduged feet, cross ed, dangled above thè rag rug on thè floor; her slim, tanned flngers were interlaced over thè hook on her lap. Near thè door stood State Trooper Stormont, spurred, booted, trlg and trim, an undecided and flushed voung man, fumbling irresolutely with thè purple cord on his canipaign hat. She looked up at him again, wistfully. Perhaps he was restless, bored. sitting there beside her half thè day, and, already, half thè night. Men of that kind —actlve, nervous young men accustomed to thè open—can’t stand caglng. *‘l want you to go out and get some freeh air." she said. "It s a wonderful night. Go and walk a while. And —if you feel like —coming back to me—” "Win you sleep?” "No, I’U wait for you.” Her words were naturai and direct, but in their simplicity there seemed a delicate sweetness that stlrred him. TU come back to you,” he sald. Then, In his responso, thè girl In ner turn became aware of somethlng beside thè slmpie words —a vague charm about them that faintly haunted her aster he had gone away down thè stairs. Aster a while she placed both bandaged feet on thè rug. It hurt her, but she stood up, walked to thè open window. She wanted to look at him —just a moment— By chance he looked up at that instant, and saw her pale face, like a flower in thè starlight. * “Why, "ve,” he said, "you ought not to be on your feet." "Once,” she said. "you weren’t so particular about my bruises." Her breathless little voice coming down through thè starlight thrilled him. "Do you re me m ber what I did?” he asked. “Yes. You bruised my hands and made my mouth bleed.” “I dld penance—for your hands.” "Yes. you kissed them!” What possessed her —what irresponsible exhllaratlon was lncitlng her to a daring utterly foreign to her nature? She heard herself laugh, knew ihat she was young. pretty, capable '■f provocatlon. And In a sudden. '.erfiiiess sort of way an overwhelm- • ;*fre seined her to please. to

charm. to be noticed by such a man— : v/hatever, on afterthought, he might ; thlnk of thè stepchiìd of Mike Clinch. Stormont had come direetly under j her window and stood looking up. "I dared not offer further penace,” | he said. The emotion in his voice stirred her \ "I’LL LEARN YE, YEH POOR DANGED THING!” —but she was stili laughlng down at him. She said: "You did offer further penance—you offered your handker- ! chlef. So —as that was all you offered j as reparation so lips—” “Then I’m coming up to complete my penance—” "1 11 lock my door!” "Would you?” “I ought to • • • But if you are in great spiritual dlstress, and if you really and truly repent, and n you humbly desire to expiate your sin by doing—pennance —” And hesitated: "Dou you so desire?” "Yes, I do.” "Humbly? Contritely?” "Yes." She strove to laugh. gazing down into his shadowy face —but suddenly thè desire had left her—and all \ her gaiety left her, too, suddenly, leaving only a stili excitement in her breast. "You—you knew I was just laughing,” she said unsteadily. “You understood, didn’t you?” “I don’t know." Aster a silence: "I didn’t mean you to take me seriously," elle said. She tried to laugh. It was no use. And, as she leaned there on thè sili, her heart frightened her with its loud beati ng. "Will you let me come up, Ève?” No answer. "Would you lock your door?” "What do you think I’d do?” she j asked tremulously. “You know; I don’t." "Are you so sure I know what l’d ! do? I don’t think either of us know j our own minds. • • • I seem to have j lost some of my wits. • • * Some- ! how • • •” "If you are not going to sleep, !et me come up.” "I want you to take a walk down ì by thè pond. And while you’re walk- ì ing there all by yourself, I want you to think very clearly, very calmly, and make up your mind whether I should remain awake tonight, or whether, when you return, I ought to be asleep and —and my door ; bolted." Aster a long pause: “All right,” j he said in a low voice. (To Be Continued)

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