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About Capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1919-1980 | View Entire Issue (June 27, 1929)
PAGE SIX THE CAPITAL JOURNAL, SALEM, ORE(JON THURSDAY. JUNE 27, 1929 LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE Among Friends By Ilnrold Cray Fob the Love of a Lady CHAUTER 4 WHIPPING A SCOUNDREL Meanwhile 8lr Richard, reach ing the Inn, made his way to a hind door, small, discreet door in shad owy and unexpected angle, that seemed to hide coyly from aU chance oservatlon. Taking a key from his pocket, he opened this door and stepped Into a narrow nassaite. closed the door. Hall way along this passage he paused and slid aside a certain panel, dis covering a dim flight of stairs, up which he mounted, the panel clos ing behind him, and so came into A small, odd-shaped chamber. All though this strange room possessed four doors. It had not so much as a single window. Upon oak table lay s horseman s cloak, very dusty, pair of long-barreled pistols and a heavy riding-whip. Beholding these articles, sir Richard laid nis nana noon the latch of one door when from somewhere nearby rose a querulous, high-pitched voice: "No. I refuse I refuse, I say!1 Ensued now the smooth, soft murmur of another voice, whereat Blr Richard frowned and, crossing to a particular corner, lifted a sec tion of the moulding, ttus disclos ing a "Judas" two peepholes where by one might look Into the neigh bouring room. " At a table heavily laden with bot tles, mostly empty, sat a gorgeous young gentleman, his face contort' ed by rageful despair. Behind him bat an older man, keen-eyed, hlgh- xiosed. intent; and, fronting these, stood a tall, elegant slim, smiling creature, who seemed to dominate the situation. His face, modlshly pale was almost hidden In the blonde curls of his lofty wig. Though his lips smiled, his sleepy eyes were a menace. "My dear Brocklehurst," he mur mured, "I shall be happy to afford you another week, and then " . "But ye know ye must know t would mean my ruination, ouyl fordl" and In the f pea Iter's hag gard eyes was sudden, glaring hate. "My lord, you exaggerate the fact." "It's tru lis too dev'lish tru!" erled his lordship. "Don't no, don't push me too far, Guy f ford." Sir Richard closed the Judas and, taking up the riding-whip, viewed It with thoughtful frown.. Then a door opened suddenly and there en tered a fine, handsome girl who wept; but, espying Sir Richard, the Checked her sobs. "Why, Penelope, loss, what's miss?" '" 14 Tts Nick, sir; X come to hide his pistols." "Nick?" Are the officers on his heels again, or Is he only drunk?1 "Oh, T.-oree, Sir Richard; he be Jealous! And It be all because o' the London gentlemen they they were for kissing me, sir. I told father, and father told Nick, and Mick do swear to be shootin' some 0' the gentlemen." 'Where Is Nick?" "In the kitchen, sir, with father no, he be a-coming up here for his pistols sure I I can hear him." As she spoke In came a tall well featured man, a comely fellow, from neat wig to dusty, spurred booths. Who might have been anything rather than the notorious character and dreaded night-rider he was. "Oho ls't you, sir?" he exclaimed. Myself!" nodded Sir Richard. "And leave your pistols alone, Black Kick. Don't be a fool." "Lord, air, fool I must be, being In love wt' lass as loveth not poor Kick. But dog bite me, sir. If any man shall treat my Pen anyways disrespectful'' "And yhy are ye here tonight, Kick?" Inquired Sir Richard. "I'll luck. sir. My mare,- (rood lass, cast a shoe, or I should ha' made pretty work on t wi so much grand company on the road, love sick fools and country gentry." "Nicholas, mind your neck! Youll leave these frolicksome gentry to me," said Sir Richard aud strode from the room. Thus Mr. Julian Guyfford was smiling so amiably at his two com panions when the door swung open and Sir Richard entered. "Wha what who the devil?" queried Lord Brocklehurst, Julian Guyfforo hailed cheerily: Greetings, Dick I Tis my joy to present Lord Brocklehurst Cap- :ain Depard. Gentlemen, my es teemed cousin. Sir Richard Guyfford." The Viscount bowed, the captain merely nodded, Sir Richard did neither, nor did his sombre gaze leave his cousin's handsome face. conscious of which scrutiny Julian's smile faded. "Well what d'ye want here?" "You." "Ay, you bring me my letter, I think? Tom Pitt tells me of a let ter." "Twas addressed to me."1 "What o' that?" "So you'll mask your damnable villainy under my name, will ye?" "Villainy, d'ye ay you? Why, our name Is so devilish smirched and blown upon that one peccadillo more or less can pass unnoted. . , But enough o' this!" "I'm but beginning, cousin Julian. Vhcse so dear friends o ours shall ear the loathy villain you are and se ye flogged." With the word he leaned to ac tion. , , . Vicious blowsa cry, and Julian Guyfford was squirming beneai.i his cousin's dusty riding boot. ... The Viscount gasped, floundering to unsteady legs, but Captain Des pard pulfrd him down again, whis pering sibiiantly: A way out for us, will; wait, man, wait let be;" And then was the vicious hfcs of flailing whip lash, a passionate cry repeated again, again, and yet again. . . . The whip broke at last, and Sir Richard, panting a little, yet it fall and no Ided down at the awful shape writhing beneath his foot. Cousin Julian, tonight I was named the 'blackmailer' of women! From tonight I refuse to father any more sins o' yours And now I'll have these!" So saying, he thrust hand into Julian's breast and, snatching thence the packet of let ters, dropped them into his own coat-pocket. "You you shall rot In Newgate for this!" gasped Julian. Sir Richard turned towards the door, but in that moment Julian was up, a small pistol in his hand, but even as he leveled It Captain Despard caught his wrist, turning the pistol against Julians other arm; a shattering explosion and. reeling to the table, Julian leaned there, left arm a-dangle, glaring at Sir Richard through a swirl of smoke. "What, cousin, Is It murder, then?" said Sir Richard, smiling Into that haggard, passlon-di'tortcd face. "Why, very wen, seek me when you are more able." Turning to be gone, he saw the place a throng with people. Then Julian laughed sadly and. still supported by the table, raised his left arm and showed a hand red and dripping. 'My arm, George,' said he; 'a few more Inches and 'twould ha' been m; heart." (To be Continued) ' " For those wishing to keep up with local and national news, we will send the Capital Journal daily 2 weeks for 25e. ACltOSS t. Took fueA 4. rosMM 7. riswer If. 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