The Hennessey Clipper (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 30, No. 11, Ed. 1 Thursday, August 21, 1919 Page: 5 of 8
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(Continued from last week)
Wallen luy thftre, his eyes on the " '•
barroom door across the street. Occa- •
fllonnlly someone straggled In, oeca- 1 He could not see, but he knew it was
plonully someone straggled out; but it blood. Unnerved, shaken to the soul,
was many hours, while he grew stiff n pnnlo upon him. he stood there for a
nnd cramped, before the place b gai| moment, his mind in riot. Then, fight-
to empty out—before Drink-Housci ing desperately for self-control, he took
Sam himself at tin* doorway was eject- H match from his pocket and lighted
ing, with some force ami more prof an- He closed his eyes on the sight.
Ity. what appeared to be the last of Some one had done the horrible
Asd then the light in the barroom
It was very lat<-; but precisely what
time It was Wallen did not know, only
that he had lain there for an intermi-
nable space. Well, he had waited so
long he could afford to wait still an
other hour—until Drink-House Sam
and whoever else was in the place had
got to bed and got to sleep. This time
he would leave nothing to chance.
A light appeared suddenly in the
end room on the veranda over the bar-
room—and Wallen's lips parted In a
twisted smile. Luck again ! That was
Drink-House Sam's room! The man.
work only too well—the man's throat
was only a gaping wound.
The match in Wallen's fingers still
burned on, forgotten. He must get out
of here. Drink-House Sam's mouth
was closed forever.
He could have laughed aloud, hys-
terically, at the ghastly Irony of that.
He must get away unseen before—
what was that?
There was some one else in the
room. Some one moved. The match,
in its dying (lame, spurted up. A tall,
gaunt form loomed before him. That
Where lmd he seen that face?
The match dropped from his fingers.
silhouetted against the light, was open-1 That face! It seemed to be associated
ing the veranda door, for air probably.
The room obviously then bad two
doors, for Marie had entered it from
the Interior of the house. Wallen
smiled again. He would enter from
the veranda. Luck was coming now
in greater measure than he had dared
The light in the room went out.
The minutes passed, a quarter of an
hour, a half, three-quarters—and then
Wallen sat up, unlaced his boots and.
tying them together with their strings,
siung them around his neck.
Like a shadow, a little blacker than
the surrounding blackness, he was ,
across the street, and quickly, agilely,
silently, was swarming up one of the
He paused as he reached the rail to
listen—the rail was old and it had
creaked a little, not loudly, but—who
knew!—It might have been heard.
There was not a sound.
He swung over onto ihe veranda and
moved cautiously forward. In a mo- j
ment he was at Marie's door. Again j
he listened. Nothing—not a sound !i
Only darkness within, pitch blackness I
•—and he i'ould see nothing.
His face was set now, his jaws j
hard-clamped. His plan was simple—
to choke this human devil into submis-
sion before the other could make a
sound, to get his fingers first of all
upon the ruffian's throat.
He was stealing into the room, feel-
ing before him. He touched the foot
of the bed and guided himself along
the side of it.
Stealthily, inch by Inch, he crept to-
ward the head of the bed, reached it.
his hands shot forward, lunging swift-
ly with the body weight behind them,
closed on the man's throat—and the
next Instant he was staggering back-
wit h dreams—of long ago. And then
a voice spoke:
"Sahib, come quickly."
And then he knew.
It was Gunga.
"You, Gunga!" Wallen whispered
hoarsely. "You—you did this. For
God's sake, what does it mean? How
did you come here? Where did you
"Sahib, there is no time to talk,"
the other answered gravely. "Then*
"Sahib. There Is No Time for Talk.M
Beautiful Bates County Missouri
Corn, Wheat, Clover, Blue Grass and Alfalfa
Farms for Sale
Farmers Bank Building Butler, Missouri
New Meat Market
Fresh and Cured Meats of the Highest
Quality. All Kinds Meat Products.
Gea Our Prices on Threshers Supplies
c. V. WHIPPLE
First Door North Taylor's Grocery
A Handsome Line of Brushes
Clothes Brushes, Hair Brushes, Tooth Brushes
Bath Brushes and a good line of Paint Brushes
Come in and see our line of excellent Brushes
The RexaU Store—F. A, DINKLER
Is tiiuch danger, Come quickly. W«
will go buck to your ship."
"You know about ihat—I he ship?"
mumbled Wallen. "How—"
"Sahllt," almost piteously, "come."
There followed for Wallen a space
of tluie that lie could neither estimate
In duration nor of whose events in tliu
Interval lie could form any concrete
whole. There were dark streets and
darker byways, nnd always before him.
wraithlike in his loose white Kill'li, tlie
turhaned figure of the Kits! Indian;
and then a host from some dark cor-
ner of a jetty and they were in it, and
Gunga was rowing.
His mind had been ;n chaos; pictur-
ing again and again the fearsome sight
In the glow of that burning match ; try- j
ing to span the ten years since lie hail j
last seen this man; striving finitely I
but with a sort of maddening, irre- j
sponsible Insistence, to grapple with
this and that question that came and !
went in lightning succession; mid al- j
ways reverting to that black room, li e
sputtering match, and Drink-House
Sam upon the lied again.
And now they were far out in the i
harbor anil the water was very still, j
and under the moonlight It was very
ill a eli, and a little ahead he could see j
the Monlelgh; and then Gunga lay
upon bis oars and spoke.
"Sahib, is It trtic what they say—
Ihat the master is dead?"
The question in its abruptness, its j
significance, came liken physical shock j
to Wallen; bill, too, it roused him. |
cleared his brain of its chaotic obses- j
sion. nnd brought him back, alert and j
tense, to actualities and his Immediate
"Ii is true." he answered slowly.
"They say aboard that it was an acci-
dent; that father accidentally shot
himself while be was cleaning an auto-
iitinpi's face was in the moonlight, j
and Wallen stared at it now and could j
not take his eyes away.
A whiteness came upon the swarthy
features, Ihe lips quivered tremulously j
like a child's; and then it seemed to be i
another face, distorted, an inhuman j
passion in the twitching muscles, ihe
lips parted and tight-drawn across the
gums, showing the Te'jth as a beast j
might show them as it crouches to J
spring. And then this. too. was gone,
for the head was bowed over ihe oars,
and Wallen could no longer see.
Presently Gunga looked up, but now .
his face was impassive.
"It is fate, sahib." lie said in a low. ;
strange way. "Allah is great. I have '
lovell the master many years, will now j
1 am the servant of his son. Sahib, i
will yon pay blood with blood?"
"Von mean," snid Wallen, his own
voice low. "that you. too. know it was
not an accident—that it was murder.' ;
And that Driiik-Hituse Sam. though lie
was miles away, had a hand in it, and
that was why you killed him?"
"Sahib," said Gunga softly, "I did
not kill tiie man; 1 was too late!"
"Yon didn't kill him!" Wallen cried. :
"Then who—" He leaned forward and j
gripped the other's wrist fiercely.
"Gunga, the time has come for me to
know. Why was my father murdered,
and by whom? Why did he live that ,
strange life in that old gray, stone
house? Why did Drink-House Sam set
a crew of Chinese murderers loosa
upon me? And this"—he held out the
diagram of the human hand with its
missing fingers—"what does this sig-
nify, and why was It slipped under the
door of my cabin last night?"
In the moonlight Gunga's face was
working again, and his eyes, narrowed,
seemed to be searching intently the
surface of the watw around him.
"Among the crew, sahib," he asked,
there is a Kanaka, i tall man with
great shoulders, and whose lip Is
scarred as though it had been cut
Yes!" The word was a sharp in-
take of Wallen's breath.
"Then It Is true," said Gunga. ;
Tonight he slipped away from the
ship and swam ashore; and It may be,
for Allah is all powerful, that he will |
swim back again. I lay hidden, sahib, j
where I have lain hidden for many
nights, and he came and told the story ;
and'I, Gunga, listened unknown to
him, and the light was gone from my
life, as he told how he had shot the
master through the porthole and
thrown the pistol and those things
to clean It with in upon the floor.
"And he told of you, sahib, and the
strange way you came aboard the ship,
and how twice he had tried to kill
you, but fate had not willed it so. And
at last, thinking that your death was
sure, either by his hand or by one in
Singapore, and thinking to torture you
with fear he put the paper with th«
hand upon It under your cabin door.
"And other thlnga he told as well,
"Of how the captain and the crew
thought strangely of the royage, of
how, through him, they came to whis-
per among themselves that it was a
treasure-hunt; and how, the day after
yea came aboard, before he knew th«
ship was going to Singapore, that you
might not escape by going ashore at
Home port where they would not be
wafting for you as they would at
Singapore, that you might even be
forced by the captain to stay on board,
he pretended to have found a slip of
paper with a certain latitude and longl
tilde upon It which he made pretense
you had dropped from your pocket.
"This he carried to the captain,
thinking that the captain would believe
the treasure within his reach and
search for It on his own account In
spite of you. sahib, and so keep you
aboard, for the paper was the position
Ham Guiab Singh had given the Kan
aka. as he had also given the drawing
ef the hand; but the captain only took
the paper and bade him hold his
"Walt," said Wallen quickly. "It Is
cartaln. then, that OanUtln l.nvntoii
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Now All You Good Fellows,
Come Fill Up Your Pipes
The Velvet tin
is twice as big
as shown here
F ever men are "Tom" and "Bill" to each other,
it's when good pipes are a-going. If ever good
piptis go their best, 'tis when Velvet's in the
For Velvet is a mighty friendly smoke.
Kentucky Burley is the leaf that Nature made
for pipes. Wholesome and hearty, honest as
the day. And Velvet is that same good Burley leaf,
brought to mellow middle age.
For eight long seasons Velvet "meditates" in
■wooden hogsheads, throwing off the rawness of
"young" tobacco—truly "ageing in the wood" Out
Velvet comes—cool, calm and generous—the tobacco
Nature made good, kept good and made better.
Velvet's sweetness is the sweetness of good
tobacco, not "put on "like "frosting" on a cake. Its
mildness comes from natural ageing, not from having
the life baked out. Its fragrance is true tobacco fra-
grance, not a perfume. And Velvet makes an A
"Number One cigarette. Roll one.
As good old Velvet Joe says:
"Fill yo' heart with friendly thoughts,
Yo' mouth with friendly smoke —
An* let the old world wag."
-the friendly tobacco
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