Part 12 (1/2)
Bloodworth had employed a number of viciously inclined Negroes to put out the lights, bar the doors and foment excitement. In the midst of the disturbance Harry was to effect the murder of Dorlan. Bigoted Harry had not been in the least affected, nor were his mercenary compatriots in any wise moved, by Dorlan's utterances. When the speech was finished, at a given signal the lights were extinguished and a tumult raised.
Harry had closely noted the position of Dorlan on the platform, and as soon as the lights were out began to make his way toward him. As there was no one on the platform but Dorlan, he did not fear making a mistake as to the man he was to a.s.sault.
Morlene had employed a young man of strength and courage to sit by and keep close watch on Harry to thwart any attempts he might make. As Harry made his way with eager cat-like tread, he was followed by the young man appointed to watch him. When near Dorlan, Harry drew his pistol but felt it wrenched from his hand by some one of superior strength. Discovering that he was followed, Harry turned and sought to mingle with the crowd in the hope of eluding his pursuer. In this he was successful.
Morlene, thickly veiled, had been sitting in a corner of the auditorium throughout the meeting. In a satchel she had brought along a small lighted lantern. She knew the building well, and even in the midst of the hubbub and excitement incident to the putting out of the lights, had made her way to the platform whereon was Dorlan. Now handling her lantern so that it guided her directly to Dorlan, without informing others of her movements, she crept to his side. She found him seated, his head bent forward resting on his hand. Even now his first thought was of the future of the race, seeking to keep alive in his bosom to the moment of death, the hope that it would rise in spite of the unthinking element that now sought his life.
Morlene whispered into his ear, ”Mr. Warth.e.l.l, do not die here. As a friend, a sincere friend, I plead with you to live for all our sakes.” The presence of Morlene in such a dangerous situation thoroughly aroused Dorlan. He sprang to his feet determined to live until she was out of danger, at least. ”Here is a lantern,” said she, handing it to him.
”Keep close to me,” said Dorlan to Morlene. To the throng he said: ”Gentlemen, vacate the aisle to the extreme right. Whoever obstructs that pathway to the door, does so at the peril of his life. I have given fair warning and hold you accountable for whatever results from your failure to obey.” His voice was so commanding and he spoke with such self-a.s.surance, that the movement to clear the aisle designated began at once; but the words had scarcely escaped his lips when he was stabbed from the rear.
Turning upon his a.s.sailant, he felled him to the floor with a powerful blow. Flas.h.i.+ng the light across the face of the fallen man, Dorlan and Morlene both saw that it was Harry.
”My duty is here,” said Morlene, as she stooped and took Harry's head upon her lap.
”Good-bye. I must go. I am wounded,” said Dorlan to Morlene, as he started for the door.
Morlene a.s.sured herself that Harry was not seriously hurt, and administered restoratives which she had been thoughtful enough to bring along. She was the while experiencing anxious thoughts as to the dangerousness of Dorlan's wound. At the earliest possible moment Morlene left Harry, (who was now reviving) and went to telephone for the ambulance. It came and, with the aid of lanterns, following a trail of blood, they came upon Dorlan, unconscious, the wondering stars peeping down upon his upturned face.
Morlene reached home on that eventful night some time before Harry. After his murderous a.s.sault on Dorlan, having recovered from the stunning effects of the blow that had felled him, he had gone from saloon to saloon, drinking and very hilarious over his night's work. At three o'clock in the morning he reached his home in a half-drunken state. Morlene had been anxiously awaiting his coming.
As Harry stepped into the room, one glance at Morlene's face had the effect of somewhat sobering him. Her face, her eyes, her att.i.tude and, when she spoke, her voice, conveyed to the half-drunken Harry her feelings of utter scorn and indignation. He dropped into a chair. His eyes were bleared, his lips slightly ajar and his hands limp at his side, as he looked at the wrathful Morlene.
”Harry Dalton,” said she, ”You are to all intents and purposes a villainous murderer. I know of your nefarious plottings and I witnessed your cowardly attempt to a.s.sa.s.sinate Mr. Warth.e.l.l, a man, the latchet of whose shoes the possessor of a heart like yours is unworthy to unloose. But your intended victim shall not die, unless an evil genius presides over the affairs of men. I have only waited here to tell you how I loathe your crime and that I exhausted every known means to thwart you. Now I leave you!”
Morlene started toward the door through which Harry had just come and which led into the hallway. Harry, who had taken a seat not far from the door, arose as if to intercept her.
”Stand back from that door, Harry,” said Morlene pulling a pistol from her pocket and pointing it at him. Morlene had been careful to see that every chamber of the pistol was empty, so that no actual physical harm would result from the drawing of it.
Harry knew that Morlene, when a country girl, had learned to shoot well, and her angry looks made him feel that her knowledge as to how to shoot was supplemented with a determination to shoot if he disobeyed her. Lifting his hands as if imploring her not to shoot, Harry recoiled and Morlene glided out of the room, locking the door behind her.
For some time Harry stood in the floor bewildered by the sudden and most unexpected turn of events. At length he aroused himself and succeeded in breaking out of the room. It was too late, however, to find any trace of Morlene. She had made good her escape.
CHAPTER XIX.
THE SCENE s.h.i.+FTS.
An aged Negro woman trudged along Newton Street in the city of Chicago. The ponderous strokes of Father Time had at last bent her form forward, pus.h.i.+ng it toward the dust whence it came. She was aided in her shuffling gait by a crooked and knotted walking stick, which she made use of with her left hand. Her attire betokened extreme poverty and was evidently unequal to the task of s.h.i.+elding her from the chilly winds, which sought with zeal every unprotected spot, and whipped the tears from her eyes. In her right hand she carried a small tin box, her bony fingers clasping it as tightly as they could. A shawl was thrown over her head somewhat concealing her features. Strange to say, a close inspection of the woman's face impressed one that there was cheerfulness, even happiness, written thereon, despite her forlorn condition. As she crept along she scanned the buildings closely, evidently trying to locate some particular house.
A young woman standing in the doorway of the Lincoln Hospital, attired in the garb of a sick nurse, saw the old woman drawing near. ”The poor soul must be suffering greatly,” said the nurse, reaching for her pocketbook.
She had determined upon emptying its contents into the aged woman's hand as the latter pa.s.sed by.
Instead of pa.s.sing, however, the woman stopped a short distance from the nurse. Her frame s.h.i.+vering from cold, her eyes surveyed the entire front of the building in the doorway of which stood the nurse. Seemingly satisfied with the result of her inspection she drew nearer and said: ”Leddy, please, miss, is dis de Linktum horsepittul?”
”Yes, aunty, this is the Lincoln Hospital,” the nurse replied.
The woman dropped her stick and the tin box and clapped her hands, saying, ”Thankee! Thankee Jesus! Thankee! Heah at las'! De ole' s.h.i.+p dun foun' er harbur. Got er place ter cross ober Jordun.” Looking at the nurse, she said, ”Chile, does yer know anyt'ing 'bout Jesus? Oh! he promis' me dis, an' he's kep' his word.” Fumbling in her pocket, she drew out a soiled and crumpled piece of paper. This she handed to the nurse, who found that it ent.i.tled the woman to admission into the hospital.
”Come with me,” said the nurse in kindly tones.