Marion Marlowe in Indianapolis — page 24: what you’re looking at

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~~ “Oh, Alma! It is Bert! He has been terribly injured! Quick! Shriek as loud as : ou can and don’t let any one stop you! We “A : ust have help at once. We are ina den of murderers i Alma Allyn sprang to the door and gave a oy for help. _ The next instant a heavy hand was over her “mouth. Gerry’s barkeeper was stifling her— “e. — door was closed and barred against it vaders. an CHAPTER X. “ ak ag Paar Ric. Allyn’s piercing scream had been t eard distinctly ; and in less than a minute, A THEORY. thre ee powerful shoulders were against the door , while officers, uniformed and in plain ck othing, seemed fairly to rise up from the earth that surrounded the low building. . Bi, Fairfax, still dressed in his some- Ng at extraordinary official costume, was the ‘fi rst man to almost pitch headlong into the hovel and, as he saw bis sweetheart in the _butly bartender’s grasp, he threw prudence to the winds and aimed a blow at the fellow. 3 The other officers swarmed about Gerry, | van ugly-looking knife and then yielded up his - weapon at the point of a pistol. Mr. Temple worked his way between the ¢ blue-coats until he reached the bar; then he, a too, sprang Over and knelt beside Marion. _— “a “He is alive, thank God!” said the young girl, in a whisper. “Oh, if there was only a doctor here! We must send for one, Mr. Temple.” “He’s been thumped on the head with _ something. Poor Bert!” said Mr. Temple, as a he noticed how the young man was groaning. — “No doubt -he’s been lying here unconscious for hours. I wonder how it was that the “police did not find him.” “He was rolled up in that old carpet,” said MY QUEEN. who held them at bay for a few minutes with. 21 Marion, almostyscreaming in his ear, because of the noise in the bar-room. groaned I should never have dreamed of his being here! Do hurry and get him out, the poor, dear fellow !” She helped the manager drag Bert out and raise him tenderly to the, bar, then began hastily to inspect the contents of the black bottles. “If he hadn't © ' Both Gerry and his bartender had been dis- — armed and surrounded now, and Miss Allyn was leaning on her lover’s shoulder. “That stuff will kill him! !?? any of that, Marion! Don't give him she cried out, sharply. fWait—l’ll get one of those men outside to get some decent liquor. There’s a big crowd of them at the door and one of them, at least, A, must be honest! She darted to the entrance, which was now half filled with railroad hands, but before she could speak, one of the officers handed her a pocket-flask. “That'll revive him, miss, and the patrol- wagon is just around the corner. As soon as we get these two lubbers aboard we’ll come back for him. There ain’t no hurry; he’ll be no better off. When a man has been sand- bagged he don’t get over it ina hurry.” “Tf he ever does,” chimed in another police- man; and then the cordon started off, drag- ging their sullen prisoners with them. “Is there no one to protect us?” whispered Miss Allyn to Fairfax; “ look mighty unpleasant.” “Its the dirt on their faces. right,” was the answer. those men outside: They’re all “There’s not a man among them who does not despise Gerry. They are civil to him because they aH owe him for whisky.” The four gathered around Bert now while Fairfax stood guard in the dgorway, where he took pains to explain to the men what was _ happening. “Do any of you k . : yon Snow aavthing of this.