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SOUVENIRS
IN MANY HANDSOME NEW STYLES
SALZMANN’S
Postoffice Street, Jewelers and
Bet. 22d and 23d Opticians
Not merely ornamental, but articles of practical
use, and the price range is so wide, the assortment
so varied that everyone can be easily suited accord-
ing to taste and purchasing inclination. There are
brooches, belt pins, stick pins, spoons, match safes,
some in hard enamel, some in solid gold and some
in sterling silver.
Cotton Carnival visitors are doubly welcome at
our store, and any information that we can give or
courtesy that we can possibly extend we will gladly do.
lar.
ly
Cases Out of the Ordinary Pass*
ed Upon by Superior State
Tribunals.
DECISIONS BY
' HIGHER COURTS
\
The following' notes of cases of in-
terest passed on by the higher courts
of various states are furnished by the
West Publishing Company of St. Paul,
Minn.:
Liability of County for Shaving and
Haircutting.—As an aftermath of the
cases of Haywood and Pettibone in
Idaho comes the question in Schmelzel
vs. Board of Commissioners, 100 Pacific
Reporter, 106, as to the liability of the
county for the expense of shaving and
cutting hair of the jurors during their
deliberations. The statutes provide for
a per diem compensation of jurors, and
that they be furnished suitable and
sufficient food and lodging during
their confinement. The question as to
the county’s liability seems to depend
on whether it was a necessary expense
in the administration of justice. It
was insisted that it was necessary
from a sanitary point of view, and be-
sides the jurors could not go to the
barber shop themselves and secure the
service because they were kept to-
gether and under guard, and it was
necessary to have the barbers come to
the juryroom. In answer to this con-
tention the Idaho Supreme Court re-
marks that, conceding these things as
.true, the barber could have as easily
gone to the juryroom and shaved the
jurors and cut their hair, at the ex-
pense of the individual jurors as he
could at the expanse of the county. The,
necessity for this was not entailed or
brought about by reason of the men
serving on the jury. Their whiskers
and hair would grow just the same at
home or at their offices or places of
business as they would while serving
on the jury. Recovery was denied.
Unreasonable Search. — The Maine
Supreme Court’s reference in a pre-
vious decision to a search warrant as
“a sharp and heavy police weapon to
be used most carefully lest it wound
the security or liberty of the citizen,''
is fully justified by the conduct of the
officers as related in Buckley vs. Beau-
lieu, 71 Atlantic Reporter, 70. Under
the authority of a warrant to search
certain premises for intoxicating liq-
uors, and armed with axes, pickaxes
and crowbars, they entered the hou-e
and made a search from attic to cellar,
and even dug into the floor of the cel-
On finding no liquors, and strong-
suspecting they were somewhere
concealed about the house, they broke
into and tore out a strip from the inte-
rior walls of the rooms below stairs
entirely round each room, and dropped
the debris upon the floors and carpets.
All this was done in the hope of find-
ing, not the liquors, but some pipe or
other clew leading to the liquors. The
officers then departed, leaving the oc-
no lien
cupants to remove the debris, and leav-
ing the plaintiff, the owner, to restore
his house, and make it again habitable,
Such conduct was declared by the court
to be unlawful and such a search en-
tirely unreasonable and in excess ol
the officers’ authority. It was no de-
fense to an action for damages that
they acted in good faith, in the full
belief that the occupant was keeping
liquors in the house in violation of the
law.
Lien of City for Expense of Remov-
ing Debris of Collapsed Building.—The
New York building code, Sections 153-
155, provides that on the refusal of an
owner of an unsafe building to make
it safe or remove it, a report of the
building should be made to the court,
which, if it finds that the building is
unsafe, shall command the commis-
sioner of buildings to take it down oi
make it safe, and that the expense
thereof shall constitute a lien on the
premises. Section 157 provides that if
a building collapses the city may re-
move the debris, to be paid for out of
the fund, under Section 158. In the
case of In re Jenkins, 115 New York
Supplement, 385, such provisions are
construed by the New York Supreme
Court, and it is held that the city haa
on property for expenses in-
curred in removing debris of a col-
lapsed building, and the bodies of peo-
ple buried beneath the ruins, and is di-
rectly responsible to the contractor
employed to do the work.
Regulation of Telephone Charges.—•
In Railroad Commission of Louisiana
vs. Cumberland Telephone and Tele-
graph Company, 29 Supreme Court Re-
porter, 357, the company attempted to
enjoin the enforcement of rates fixed
by the commission as confiscatory and
unreasonable. The court below held
that the rates, actually established by
the commission were void because they
were not established on investigation
as to their sufficiency, but by a merely
arbitrary conjecture. The commission
investigated the complaints made as to
rates, and made a careful examination
of the complainant’s returns to the
commission. • These resturns showed
generally the character and operation
of the business of complainant, its in-
come, operating expenses and invest-
ments in Louisiana. The commission,
after examining them, issued an order
to show cause why its rates should not
be decreased, and on the final hearing,
on the return of the order to show
cause, took into consideration the
statement presented by the complain-
ant on the 'return of that order, and
also the statements or returns pre-
viously filed by the company. The
United States Supreme Court says the
commission may have come to a mis-
taken conclusion by reason of erro-
neous inferences from the evidence, but
that is far from showing that it had,
by an arbitrary order, promulgated
rates without making efforts to ob-
tain knowledge upon the subject. It
did not lose jurisdiction by reason of
the mistakes it may have made, and
as a result the rates adopted were not
merely arbitrary conjectures, must be
regarded as prlma facie fair and valid,
and the onus was upon the complain-
ant to'show that they were otherwise.
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Efficiency of Service
A high standard of efficiency in service has always been an impor-
tant point with the Galveston National Bank.
It gives prompt, careful attention to the requirements of all its cus-
tomers.
Check accounts aro invited.
SOFT YARN SPINNERS.
Organization
ting any sort of a look at me. Do this
and you will earn a week’s salary in
one day.”
Sweetwater, with his head In air and
his heart on fire—for matters were
looking very promising indeed—took
the paper and put it in his pocket; then
he began to hunt for a hotel. Not till
he had found what he wished and in-
stalled the Englishman in his room
did he venture to open the precious
memorandum and read the name he
had been speculating over for an hour.
It was not the one he had anticipated,
but it came near to it. It was that of
James Wellgood.
Satisfied now that he had a'ticklish
matter to handle, he prepared for it,
with his usual enthusiasm and circum-
spection.
Sauntering out into the street, he
strolled first toward the postoffice. The
train on which he had just come had
been a mail train, and he calculated
that he would find half the town there.
His calculation was a correct one.
The store was crowded with people.
Taking his place in the line drawn up
before the postoffice window, he await-
ed his turn, and when it came shouted
out the name which was his one talis-
man—James Wellgood.
The man behind the boxes was used
to the name and reached out a hand
toward a box unusually-'well stacked,
but stopped halfway there and gave
Sweetwater a sharp look.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“A stranger,” that young man put in
volubly, “looking for James Wellgood.
thought, but he little knew how big a
stroke or into what a series of ad-
ventures it was going to lead him.
Once on the platform of the small
station at which Mr. Grey had bidden
him to stop, he noticed two things—the
utter helplessness of the man in all
practical matters and his extreme anx-
iety to see all that was going on about
him without being himself seen. There
was method in this curiosity, too much
method. Women did not interest him
In the least. They could pass and re-
pass without arousing bis attention,
but the moment a man stepped his
way, he shrank from him only to be-
tray the greatest curiosity concerning
him the moment he felt it safe to turn
and observe him. All of which con-
vinced Sweetwater that the English-
man’s errand was in connection-with a
man whom he equally dreaded and de-
sired to meet.
Of this he was made absolutely cer-
tain a Tittle later. As they were leav-
ing the depot with the rest of the arriv-
als Mr. Grey said:
“I want you to get me a room at a
very quiet hotel. This done, you are to
hunt up the man whose name you will
find written in this paper, and when
you have found him make up your
mind how it will be possible for me to
get a good look at him without his get-
I thought perhaps you could tell me
where to find him. I see that his let-
ters pass through this office.”
“You’re taking up another man’s
time,” complained the postmaster. He
probably alluded to the man whose el-
bow Sweetwater felt, boring into his
back. “Ask Dick over there; he knows
him.”
The detective was glad enough to es-
cape and ask Dick. But he was better'
pleased yet when Dick, a fellow with
a squint whose hand was always in
the sugar, told him that Mr. Wellgood
Would probably be in for his mail in
a few minutes. , “That is his buggy
standing before the drug store on the
opposite side of the way.”
So, he had netted Jones’ quondam
waiter at the first cast! “Lucky!” was
what he said to himself. “Still lucky!”
Sauntering to the door, he ■watched
for the owner of that buggy. He had
learned, as such fellows do, that there
was a secret hue and cry after this
very man by the New York police;
that he was supposed by some to be
Sears himself. In this way he w’ould
soon be looking, upon the very man
whose steps he Iiad followed through
the Fairbrother house a few nights be-
fore and through whose resolute ac-
tion he had very nearly run the risk
of a lingering death from starvation.
“A dangerous customer,” thought he.
“I wonder if my instinct will go so
far as to make me recognize his pres-
ence. I shouldn’t wonder. It has
served me almost as well as that many
times before.”
It appeared to serve him now, for
when the man finally showed himself
on the crosswalk separating the two
buildings he experienced a sudden in-
decision not unlike that of dread, and,
there being nothing in the man’s ap-
pearance Kto warrant apprehension, he
took it for the instinctive recognition
it undoubtedly was.
He therefore watched him narrowly
and succeeded in getting one glance
from his eye. It was enough. The
man was commonplace—commonplace
in feature, dress and manner; but his
eye gave him away. There was noth-
ing commonplace in that. It was an
eye to beware of.
(To be Continued.)
Meets in Asheville to
TOMBSTONES
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OFF
To reduce stock we’ll sell for the next 30 days Granite
and Marble Monuments at one-fourth off regular prices.
OTT’S MARBLE YARD, 2109 Ave/1.
Galveston National Bank
GALVESTON, TEXAS
United States Depositary
Capital $125,000. Surplus and Profits over $100,000
Seared With a Hot Iron,
Or scalded by overturned kettle—cut
with a knife-—bruised.by slajnmed door
—injured by gun or in any other way—
the thing needed at once is Bucklen’s
Arnica Salve ■ to subdue inflammation
and kill the pain. It’s earth’s supreme
healer, infallible for Boils, Ulcers,
Fever Sores,- Eczeiwand Piles. 25c at
J. J. Schott’s.
Work for Better Prices.
Special to The Tribune.
Asheville, N. C., Aug. 6.—Officers and
members of the Southern Soft Yarn
Spinners’ association met hbie for an
important session today to discuss the
existing conditions in the soft yarn
market, which, are considered very
complex and wholly unsatisfactory.
The meeting proposes to adopt remed-
ial measures and decide upon con-
certed action to . bring about better
prices. .
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By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN,
Author of “The Millionaire Baby,” “The Filigree Ball," “The
House In the Mist," “The Amethyst Box.” Etc.
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But I
As we
CHAPTER XVI.
PRAYED uncle that we might
be driven home by the way of
Eighty-sixth street. I wanted
to look at the Fairbrother
I had seen it many times, but
Cat ThU S<vry Oat an4 You’ll Want to Bead It Latrt i# Kot N»w.
He had spoken the wo- J. indulgent,
that was it. He let me speak, prob-
ably had let me speak from the first,
from)pure kindness. He did not be-
lieve one little bit in my good sense or
logic. But I was not to be deterred.
I would empty my mind of the ugly
thing that lay there. I would leave
there no miserable dregs of doubt to
volved in this matter, you will find
that there has been more of a hitch
about that diamond than you, in your
simplicity, believe. If Mr. Grey were
in actual possession of this valuable,
he would show less care than you say
he does. So would he if it were in
Wellgood’s hands with his consent and
a good prospect of its coming tfo him
in the near future. But if it is in
Wellgood’s hands without his consent,
or any near prospect of his regaining
it, then we can easily understand his
present apprehensions and the grow-
ing uneasiness he betrays.”
“True,” I murmured.
“If^ then,” the inspector' pursued,
giving me a parting glance not with-
out its humor, probably not without
something really serious underlying its
humor, “we should find, in following
up our present clew, that Mr. Grey
has had dealings with this Wellgood
or this Sears! or if you, with your ad-
vantages for learning the fact, should
discover that he shows any extraordi-
nary interest in either of them, the
matter will take on a different aspect.
But we have not got that far yet. At
present our task is to find one or the
other of these men. If we are lucky,
we shall discover that the waiter and
the steward are identical, in spite of
their seemingly different appearance.
A rogue such as this Sears has shown
himself to be would be an adept at
disguise.”
“You are right.” I acknowledged.
“He has certainly the heart of a crim-
inal. If he had no hand in Mrs. Fair-
brothef^ murder, he came near having
one in that of yoir detective. You
know what I mean. I could not help
hearing, inspector.”
He smiled, looked me steadfastly in
the face for a moment and then bowed
me out.
The inspector told me afterward
that, in spite of the cavalier manner
with which he had treated my sugges-
tion, he spent a very serious half hour,
head to head with the district attorney.
The result was the following order to
Sweetwater, the detective:
“You are to go to the St.. Regis, make
yourself solid there and gradually, as
you can manage it, work yourself into
a position for knowing all that goes
on in room —. If the gentleman (mind
you, the gentleman; we care nothing
about the women) should go out, you
are to follow him if it takes you to
---. We want to know his secret, but
he must never know our interest in it
and you are to be as silent in this mat-
ter as if possessed of neither ear nor
tongue. I will ad£l memory, for if you
find this secret to be one in which we
have no lawful interest you are to for-.
get it absolutely and forever. You
will understand why when you con-
sult the St. Regis register.”
But they expected nothing from it;
absolutely nothing.
BOBBS-MERRiLL COMPANY.
ferment and work their evil way with
me in the dead watches of the night
which 1 had yet to face.
him at his word.
“I only want to ask this. In
Sears is innocent of the crime,
wrote the warning and where did the
assassin get the stiletto with the Grey
arms chased into its handle? And the
diamond? Still the diamond! You
hint that be stole that too. That with
some idea of its proving useful to him
on this gala occasion, he had provided
himself with an imitation stone, setting
and all—he who has never shown, so
far as we have heard, any interest in
Mrs. Fairbrother’s diamond, only in
Mrs. Fairbrother herself. If Wellgood
Is Sears and Sears the medium by
Which the false stone was exchanged
for the real, then he made this ex-
change in Mr. Grey’s interests and not
his own. But I don’t believe he had
mythlng to do with it. I think every-
thing goes to show that the exchange
iwas made by Mr. Grey himself.”
“A second Daniel,” muttered the in-
spector lightly. “Go on, little lawyer.”
But, for all this attempt at banter on
his part, I imagined that I saw the be-
ginning of a very natural anxiety to
close the conversation. I therefore
hastened with what I had yet to say,
cutting my words short and almost
Hammering in my eagerness.
“Remember the perfection of that im-
itation stone, a copy so exact that it
extends to the setting. That shows
plan—forgive me if I repeat myself—
preparation, a knowledge of stones, a
particular knowledge of this one. Mr.
Fairbrother’s steward may have had
the knowledge, but he would have been
a fool to have used his knowledge to
secure for himself :i valuable he could
never have found a purchaser for iia
Eut a fancier—one who
has his pleasure in the mere possession
of a unique and Invaluable gem—ah,
that is different! lie might risk a
crime. History tells us of several.”
Here I paused* to take breath, which
gave the inspector a chance to say:
“In other words, this is what you
think. Th? Englishman, desirous of
covering v.p his tracks, conceived the
Idea of having this imitation on hand,
in case it might be of use in the dar-
ing and disgraceful undertaking you
> ascribe to him. Recognizing his own
Inability to do this himself, he dele-
gated the task to one who in some way,
he had been led to think, cherished a
secret grudge against its present pos-
sessor—a man who had had some op-
portunity for seeing the stone and
studying the setting. The copy thus
procured, Mr. Grey . went to the ball,
and, relying on his own seemingly un-
assailable position, attacked Mrs. Fair-
brother in the alcove and would have
carried off the diamond, if he had
found it whore be had seen it earlier
blazing on her breast. But it was not
there. The warning received by her—
a warning you ascribe to his daughter,
a fact which is yet to be proved—had
led her to rid herself of the jewel in
the way Sir. Durand describes, and he
found himself burdened with a das-
tardly crime and with nothing to show
for it. Later, however, to his intense
surprise and possible satisfaction, he
saw that diamond in my hands, and,
recognizing an opportunity, as he
thought, of yet securing it, he asked
•to see it, held It for an instant, and
then, making use of an almost incredi-
ble expedient for distracting attention,
dropped, not the real stone but the
false one, retaining the real one in his
hand. This, in plain English, as I take
It, is your present idea of the situa-
tion.” v
Astonished at the clearness with
which he read my mind, I answered,
MYes, inspector, that is what was in my
mind.”
“Good! Then it is just as well that it
Is out. Your mind is now free, and
you can give it entirely to your duties.”
Then, as he laid his hand on the door
knob, he added: “In studying so in-
tently your own point of view, you
seem to have forgotten that the last
thing which Mr. Grey would be likely
to do, under those circumstances, would
be to call attention to the falsity of the
gem upon whose similarity to the real
stone he was depending. Not even his
confidence in his own position, as an
honored and highly esteemed guest,
would lead him to do that.”
“Not if he were a well known con-
noisseur,” I faltered, “with the pride
of one who hqs handled the best gems?
He would know that the deception
would be soon discovered and that It
would not do for him to fail jto recog-
nize it for what it was, when the make
believe was in his hands.”
“Forced, my dear child, forced; and
as chimerical as all the rest. It can-
not stand putting into words. I will
go further—you are a good girl and
can bear to hear, the truth from me.
I don’t believe in your theory; I can’t.
I have not been able to from the first,
nor have any of my men; but if your
Ideas are true and Mr. Grey is in-
i
house.
I felt that I should see it with new
eyes after the story I had just heard
in the inspector’s office. That an ad-
venture of this nature could take place
in a New York house taxed my credul-
ity. I might have believed it of Paris,
wicked, mysterious Paris, the home of
intrigue arid every redoubtable crime,
but of our own homely, commonplace
metropolis—the house must be seen for
me to be convinced of the fact related.
Many of you know the building. It
is usually spoken of with a shrug, the
sole reason for which seems to be that
there is no other just like it in the city.
I myself have always considered it
imposing and majestic, but to the aver-
age man it is too suggestive of old
world feudal life to be pleasing. On
this afternoon—a dull, depressing one
—it looked undeniably heavy as we ap-
proached it, but interesting in a very
new way to me. because of the great
turret at one angle, the scene of that
midnight descent of two men, each in
deadly fear of the other, yet quailing
not in their purpose—the one of flight,
the other of pursuit.
There was no railing in front of the
house. It may have seemed an. un-
necessary safeguard to the audacious
owner. Consequently, the small door
in the turret opened directly upon the
street, making entrance and exit easy
enough for any one who had the key.
But the shaft and. the small room at
the bottom—where were they? Nat-
urally in the center of the great ma’ss,
the room being without windows.
It was, therefore, useless to look for
it, and yet my eye ran along the peaks
and pinnacles of the i^oof, searching for
the skylight in which it undoubtedly
ended. At last I espied it, and, my
curiosity satisfied on this score, I let
nay eyes run .over the side and face of
the building for an open window or a
lifted shade. But all were tightly
closed and gave no more sign of life
than did the boarded up door,
was not deceived by this,
drove away, I thought how on the mor-
row there would be a regular proces-
sion passing through this street to see
just the little I had seen today. The i
detective’s adventure was like to make
the house notorious. For several min-
utes after I had left its neighborhood
my imagination pictured room after
room shut up from the light of day, but
bearing within them the impalpable
aura of those two shadows flitting
through them like the ghosts of ghosts,
as the detective had tellingly put it.
The heart has its strange surprises.
Through my whole ride and the in-
dulgence in these thoughts I was con-
scious of a great inner revulsion
against all I had intimated and even
honestly felt while talking with the
inspector. Perhaps this is what this
wise old official expected. He had let
me talk, and the inevitable reaction
followed. I could now see only Mr.
Grey’s goodness and claims to respect,
land began to hate myself that I had
not been immediately impressed by the
inspector’s views, and shown myself
more willing ■ to drop every suspicion
against the august personage I had
presumed to associate with crime.
What had given me the strength to
persist? Loyalty to my lover? His
innocence had not been involved. In-
deed, every word uttered in the in-
spector’s office had gone to prove that
he no longer occupied a leading place
in police calculations; that their eyes
were turned elsewhere, and that I had
only to be patient to see Mr. Durand
quite cleared in their minds.
But was this really so? Was he as
safe as that? What if this new clew
failed? What if they failed to find
Sears or lay hands on the doubtful
Wellgood? Would Mr. Durand be re-
leased without a trial? Should we
hear nothing more of the strange and,
to many, the suspicious circumstances
which linked him to this crime? It
would be expecting too much from
either police or official discrimination.
No; Mr. Durand would never be com-
pletely exonerated till the true culprit
was found and all explanations made.
I had therefore been simply fighting
his battles when I pointed out what I
thought to be the weak place in their
present theory, and. sore as I felt in
contemplation of my seemingly heart-
less action, I was not the unimpres-
sionable, addle-pated nonentity I must
have seemed to the inspector.
Yet my comfort was small and the
effort it took to face Mr. Grey and my
young patient was much greater than
I had anticipated. I blushed as I ap-
proached to take my place at Miss
Grey’s bedside, and, had her father
been as suspicious of me at that mo-
ment as I was of him, I am sure that I
should have fared badly in his thoughts.
But he was not on the watch for my
emotions. He was simply relieved to
see me back. I noticed this immedi-
ately; also that something had occurred
during my absence which’ absorbed his
thought and filled him with anxiety.
A Western Union envelope lay at his
feet—proof that he had just received a
telegram. This under ordinary circum-
stances would not have occasioned me
a second thought, such a man being
naturally the recipient of all sorts of
communications from all parts of the
world, but at this crisis, -with the worm
of a half stifled doubt still gnawing at
my heart, everything that occurred to
him took on importance and roused
questions.
When he had left the room, Miss
Grey nestled up to me with the seem-
ingly ingenuous remark:
“Poor papa! Something disturbs him.
He will not tell me what. I suppose he
thinks I am not strong enough to share
his troubles, but I shall be soon. Don’t
you see I am gaining every day?”
“Indeed I do,” was my hearty re-
sponse. ’ In face of such a sweet con-
fidence and open affection doubt van-
ished, and I was able to give all my
thoughts to her.
“I wish papa felt as sure of this as
you do,” she said. “For some reason
he does not seem to take any comfort
from my improvement-. When Dr. Fre-
ligh says, ‘Well, well, we are getting
on finely today!’ I notice that he does
not look less anxious, nor does he even
meet these encouraging words with a
smile. Haven’t you noticed it? He
looks as. careworn and troubled about
me now as he did the first day I was
taken sick. Why should he? Is it be-
cause he has lost so many children he
cannot believe in his good fortune at
having the most insignificant of all left
to him?”
“I do not know your father very
well,” I protested, “and cannot judge
what is going on in his mind, but he
must see that you are quite a different
girl from what you were a week ago
. and that, if nothing unforeseen hap-
pens, your recovery will only be a mat-
ter of a week or two longer.”
“Oh, how I love to hear you say that!
To be well again! To read letters!” she
murmured, “and to write them!” And
I saw the delicate hand falter up to
pinch the precious packet awaiting that
happy hour. I did not like to discuss
her father with her, so took this oppor-
tunity to turn the conversation aside
into safer channels. But *we had not
proceeded far before Mr. Grey return-
ed and, taking his stand at the foot of
the bed, remarked, after a moment’s
gloomy contemplation of his daugh-
ter’s face:
“Y'ou are better today, I the doctor
says. I have just been telephoning to
him. But do you feel well enough for
me to leave you for a few days? There
is a man I must see—must go to, if you
have no dread of being left alone with
your good nurse and the doctor’s con-
stant attendance.”
Miss Grey looked startled. Doubt-
less she found it difficult to understand
what man in this strange country could
interest her father enough to induce
him to leave her while he was yet la-
boring under such solicitude. But a
smile speedily took the place of her
look of surprised inquiry, and she" af-
fectionately exclaimed:
“Oh,- I haven’t the least dread in the
world, not now. See, I can hold up my
arms. Go, papa, go; it will give me a
chance to surprise you with my good
looks when you come back.”
He turned abruptly away. He was
suffering from an emotion deeper than
he cared to acknowledge. But he gain-
ed control over himself speedily and.
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“J want you to get me a room at a very
quiet hotel.’'’
but as it was afterward related to me.
The language. I fear, is mostly my
own.
The detective had just been with
Mr. Grey to the coast of Maine. Why
there will presently appear. His task
had been to follow this gentleman, and
follow him he did.
Mr. Grey was a very stately man,
difficult of approach, and was absorbed
besides by some overwhelming care.
But this fellow was one in a thousand
and somehow during the trip he man-
aged to do him some little service,
which drew the attention of the great
man to himself. This done, he so im-
proved his opportunity that the two
were soon on the best of terms, and he
learned that the Englishman was with-
out a valet, and, being unaccustomed
to move about without one, felt the
awkwardness of his position very
much. This gave Sweetwater his cue,
and when he found that the services
of such a man were wanted only dur-
ing the present trip and for the han-
dling of affairs quite apart from per-
sonal attendance upon the gentleman
himself, he showed such an honest de-
sire to fill the place, and made out
to give such a good account of himself,
that he found' himself engaged for the
work before reaching C—.
This was a erreat stroke of luck, he
coming back, announced witn forced
decision:
“I shall have to go tonight. I have no
choice. Promise me that you will not
go back in my absence; that you will
strive to get well; that you will put all
your mind into striving to get well.”
“Indeed, I will,” she answered, a lit-
tle frightened by the feeling he show-
ed. “Don’t worry so much. I have
more than one reason for. living, papa.”
He shook “his head and went immedi-
ately to make his preparations for de-
parture. His daughter gave one sob,
then caught me by the hand.
“You look dumfounded,” said she.
“But never mind, we shall get on very
well together. I have the most perfect
confidence in you.”
Was it my duty to Jet the inspector
know that Mr. Grey anticipated ab-
senting himself from the city for a
few days? I decided that I would only
be impressing my own doubts upon
him after a rebuke which should have
allayed them.
Yet when Mr. Grey came to take his
departure I wished that the inspector
might have been a witness to his emo-
tion, if only to give me one of his very
excellent explanations. The parting
was more like that of one who sees no
immediate promise of return than of a
traveler who intends to limit his stay
to a few days. He looked her in the
eyes and kissed her a dozen times,
each time with an air of heartbreak
which was good neither for her nor for
himself, and when he finally tore him-
self away it was to look back at her
from the door with an expression I
was glad she did not see or it would
certainly have interfered with the
promise she had made to concentrate
all her energies on getting well.
What was at the root of his extreme
grief at leaving her? Did he fear the
person be was going to meet or were
his plans such as involved a much
longer stay than he had mentioned?
Did he even mean to return at all ?
Ah, that was the question! Did he
Intend to return or had I been the un-
conscious witness of a flight?
SO
___ CHAPTER XVII.
F « FEW days later three men were
I A | closeted in the district attor-
|/ ney’s office. Two of them were
L ■ I officials—the district attorney
himself and-our old friend the inspect-
or. The third was the detective,
Sweetwater, chosen by them to keep
Watch on Mr. Grey.
Sweetwater had just come to town.
This was evident from the gripsack he
had set down in a corner on entering;
also from a certain tousled appearance
which bespoke hasty rising and but
few facilities for proper attention to.
his person. These details counted lit-
tle, however, in the astonishment cre-
ated by his manner. For a hardy chap
he looked strangely nervous and indis-
posed—so much so that after the first
short greeting the inspector asked him
what was up and if he had had an-
other Fairbrother house experience.
He replied with h decided no; that
it was not his adventure which had up-
set him, but the news he had to bring.
Here he glanced at every door and
window, and then, leaning forward
©ver the table at which the two offi-
cials sat, he brought his head as near-
ly to them as possible and whispered
five words.
They produced a most unhappy sen-
sation. Both the men, hardened as
they were by duties which soon sap
the sensibilities, started and turned as
pale as the speaker himself. Then the
district attorney, with one glance at
the inspector, rose and locked the door.
It was a prelude to this tale which
I give, not as it came from his mouth.
ATT GUST 6,
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1909.
Galveston tbib'unes Friday,
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