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and listening to the-movements
you could not understand. .
"And then the ojd man switch
ed "On the Jjghts- - - --v
"Therevvereth'ousands of them
out, there- They were ranged up
from the roadway to the house in
two deep columns. -Their, heads
were ajl bare and bowed. And
there was not a movement among
them, nor a sound, save at the far
end of the columns, where half a
dpen carried something white.
" 'Why, Guernsey,' cried Har
well, 'they've come to give in !'
"But they hadn't. 'They just
stood there in silence, while that
slow procession in white advanced
down the niiddle.
"Harwell stepped forward and
raised his rifle.
" 'I give you one minute to dis
perse h&said, artdstoodwaiting.
"TJiey never paid any attention
to him. 'And the procession still
came on through, the men and1
women with bowed, bare heads.
"Marwell raised, his rifle I
hugged mine to nte, Watching
him, waiting to see the streak of
flame that mtfant bloodvand mur
der leap from his hands. .
" "Ana as I watched, a slow
change came over his face... His
mouth hung pendulous ; his great,
bulldog jaw "chopped slackly ?,his
eyes stardVhis threatening rifle
fell clatteringly to the ground.
aI turned, and understood.
"The' white thing was a litter.
'And on the litter, all smothered in
flowers, laylJellie Marwell, and
her face was white and cold, save
only where a splash of red marred
the forehead. i3he was dead.
"Marwell 3taggeredback. The
pallbearers laid their burden of
death at his feet', dn& the thou
sands melted away tpwar4 the
city, singrng the Internationale,
slowly and heavily.
"Nelfie Marweir had been shot
and killed by'a'policeman'obieying
the orders Sf-hef father.''""' "
There wastsileqce forii-niinute.
Th?n Emiho spoke, and his vxiice
was, cold. , ,. . j -
"Well?" he said. ."
Guernsey rose from, his, chair
and sketched himself. -
"Youkna? 'the -'long vacations
Marwjejl1 -takes;;, so- -often?'' - he
asked ' " "- ' ' V ,
We nodded. t j , ,
"He' takes them in a padded
ce)l," said Guernsey, -and walked
out. - . '
OUR PREGISE ARTIST.
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