Mount Pleasant Daily Times (Mount Pleasant, Tex.), Vol. 10, No. 127, Ed. 1 Friday, July 13, 1928 Page: 3 of 4
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SYNOPSIS
s A satchel containing S200.060 has
leen stolen from the Mercer Na-
tional Bank. The Professor, leader
Of a gang of crooks, suspects pretty
"jfcpse; shannon of knowing where
’the money is. Hoping that she may
aive the game away inadvertently,
Jke assigns Chuck White, one of his
fongsters, to invite Rose with him
to visit a supposed "aunt." There
Chuck falls in love with Rose, and
when she tearfully denies all knowl-
Odge of the robbery he determines
to protect her. Suspecting that
Chuck is double-crossing him. the
sSfor arrives with his gang.
! overpower him, leaving Rose
in the cottage with the Pro-
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CHAPTER XV—Continued
Lefty pidteed up an overcoat from
a ehairback and putt It on. ‘‘Come
on, Sparrow.” He shoved the man
towards the door.
The three made a dash for the
carriage, scrambling in, Molly in
front with Mug, while Sparrow and
Lefty took their places on either
aide of Chuck. The Mug picked up
the reins and slapped the horse’s
rump smartly. The wet, bedraggled
animal gave a start and then broke
Into a jog-trot.
Stung by the chill wind and the
driving rain, Chuck was beginning
to come to his senses. He realized
now that they were leaving the
house behind, and that neither Rose
nor the Professor was with them.
"You can scream all you like
young lady." -
He’d been a fool to try to stand oat
It again st the entire gang. Rose—
Rose, back there in that lonely
house with that'man. £ie had to do
angry groanlngs.
ears with her hands and tied to the
comforting, all-enveloping softness
or the bed. An outside shutter
torn from its fastenings, hangpd
repeatedly against the house. Long
branches of trees, whipped by thf
wind, rubbed lip and down over tbs
wet stones of the dwelling, making
weird, ghostly moanings.
She shivered and drew the cov
ers up about her bead, trying tc
shut out the medley of terrifying
sounds. But the heavy streaks ol
rain were beating against the win
dow panes, rapping out a tattoo
running in great rivulets along ttu
sill. The intermittent zig-zags o!
lightning shed an intense brilliancy
for a swift second and left the wild
night darker by contrast. The
crash of thunder following in the
wake of the lambent flames, rolled
and tumbled about like air-wave
sounds of giant cannonballs hur-
tling through space.
In the midst of the melee came
a new distraction, a sort of thump-
thumping on the stairs, like uneven
footbeats ascending. Rose sat up
quickly, drawing her negligee close-
ly about her, her horrified eyes
fastened on the door. Then she
d¥ew a deep sigh and relaxed,
Surely it was Molly. No longer
afraid, she hopped out of bed,
thrusting her feet into her slippers,
and started towards the door. Yhe
latch clicked, the door opened, and
the Professor stepped into the
room.
Rose stopped, looking inquiring-
ly at the figure framed in the d.mr-
way. Slowly the man turned and
closed the door behind him. The
latch clicked ominously.
“What—why;—what is it?” The
sight of Heminway alone in the
room with her sent a chill quiver
of fear to her heart. For he no
longer seemed that kindly, gentle
old man. His eyes were resting
upon her, a hard, cruel light gleam-
ing in their depths. His lips were
twisted in a gruesome smile. His
hand shot out, grabbing her wrist—
his bony firigers closing about her
arm in a grasp of iron. A sudden,
hideous terror, a warning premoni-
tion of evil gripped her.
“Chuck! . Chuck !*’ Sl\e began to
stream, trying to wrench, herself
r. from the' tenacious clijteh of1 this
f demoniacal - 'creature. •: j
‘ Heminway laughed, a short, sar-
donic laugh, that chilled her
through and, through. “You can
/•(•ream all you like, young lady.”
he mocked. “There’s no one here.
All the others have gone. ( We’re
r.nite alone!” • The Professor re-
leased her wrist, thrusting her from
him with a violbftt gesture.1
‘Sit dowu,’’ he ordered, pointing
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talk 'writh.you.” ,
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away, staring at
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CHAPTER XVI
Upstairs in her room Rose set
the lamp on the little pine wash-
stand beside the china bowl and
pitcher, sprigged with moss roses,
and began to undress. The mellow,
yellow glow lighted up the daintily
flowered papering; brought forth
an answering gleam from the time-
softened cherry high-boy and the
Spool-poster bed, and made dancing
shadows on tpe walls. Through
the half^opened windows came a
slight wind, setting the ruffled cur-
gtfts to fluttering like waving,;
^ute hands. -*
.She threw a pale green negligee
about her shoulders and began to
brush the tangled curls. Below,
she could hear the fain! sound hi
intermingling voices rising and (ail-
ing. She yawned, put down the
—brush and transferred—Hrr—lamp1
heal'd his words, ’iet alone under
stood his purpose.. , y>
The Professor jerked up a chair
and i sat down, facing the girl.
“What/’ he demanded bluntly, “did
you do with the money you took
from that satchel,7”
'‘‘Money—satchel?" '’ Rose was
stunned by the question. She could
only stare' blankly, uncomprehend-
ingly. And then as the Import of
his words filtered through her brain
she leaned against the post, gasp-
ing fafhtiy. “Oh, I didn’t take it—
I didn’t—I didn’t,” ghe began to
sob wildly, her whole body shaking
in a paroxysm of frenzied fear.'
“Come on, now!” The Professor
seized her wrist again, twisting It
cruelly, pointing his long, lean fore-
finger.. directly at her. “No, stall-
ing. I know you took the money.
And you’re going to tell 'me where
it is, or else—” Ilia fingers dug
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to.the bedside table. SbfTwent over
to the window and looked out.
There were no stars visible, and
darkening, low-hung cldudg moved
*"7 swifjtly across the iuiligo sky. The
etrefng breeze caught at her gown,
making it flap about her slender
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Not yet sleepy, the girl jumped
into the soft bed, fluffed up the pil-
lows, arranging them behind her
jtfmcki, and nestled in their downy
whiteness. She picked up a maga-
i gine from the table beside her, and
casually leafed over its pages, stop-
. ping at last at an unread story.
How long she read she did hot
know, but her tired heat* was sink-
ing back into the pillows, and her
eyes were opening and closing fit-
fully- Then suddenly she sat bolt
to, Upright, her hand clutching at her
T heart. A loud banging caught her
ears; dull thudding sounds came to
her; a whining cry startled her.
She gazed about the room. A gust
of wind rattled against the window,
sent the curtains flying madly In
the opened frame. A flurry of rain
drenched the sill and spattered the
floor.
Rose Jumped out of bed and
pulled down the windows., A sharp
flash of lightning silvered the s.(y.
blinding her for the moment. A
clap of thunder smote her senses,
dragging Itself oijt Into rumbling
she beg-
I didn’t
T didn’t—oh, please!
ged. “Please let me go.
take the money!"
Heminway thrust her hand away
as quickly as he had seized it. He ■
rose, kicked back his chair, and
looked at his watch.
“I’ll give you Just otre hour to
talk or—” he concluded his sen-
tence, with a gesture so significant''
of the agony she had just endured
that Rose began to cry even more
violently. He settled his chair be-
tween the girl and the door and
sank back into it, as though pre-
paring for a vigil.
Rose, her head buried in her
arms, lay across the bed, crying
bitterly. Her shoulders shook hys-
terically; in her heart s]he wap call-
ing for Chuck. Why didn’t he come
—why didn’t he come to save her
from this cruel torment? He
couldn’t have gone away and left-**
her to such a fate of his own free
will. •
“No matter what happens, re-
member I love you.” She could
hear his voice reassuring her.
At last her tpars ceased; her eye-
lids were swollen and hot; her
breath came in long, racking sobs.
She feared to turn, lest she should
find herself staring into those cruel,
narrow eyes that bored straight
through her. .
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Cross, G. W. Mount Pleasant Daily Times (Mount Pleasant, Tex.), Vol. 10, No. 127, Ed. 1 Friday, July 13, 1928, newspaper, July 13, 1928; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth784706/m1/3/?rotate=270: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Mount Pleasant Public Library.