Crawfordsville Weekly Journal, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 28 December 1894 — Page 7

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By CHAELES HOWARD MONTAGUE.

ICopyripli IMM, by American Press Aasociation.

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CHAPTER V:. TMK Ui'.I'LY.

artist the sea forever

It seemed indeed that, the prediction that the mystery of rostd wonl'l remain a mystery was destined to be fulfilled. The days pajne and went, and there were no developments to encourage a faltering and disgusted ]»ilice. It was the more strange because a full description of poor Anaotte had been published in all the papees, and there had been a deal of interest in the matter. But public interest to be lcept alive must bo fed, and one morning the city editors of the .several dailies awoke to find a choice collection of new material for interesting reading a»d straightway pigeonholed the old till duller times. And so the poor creatnre with the wounded intellect was forgotten.

A very rich man had suddenly and completely disappeared under circumstances so suspicious as to warrant the most, shod, nig speculations. And the newspapers did not- spare their readers' feelings. Thi"1 reason was simply that the newspapers had learned from long experience tnat tlicir readers did not desire to be spared—in fact, would be rather inclined to resent any such forethought on the part of the. newsgat herers. For this and the other good reason that the supplemental mvstery of the! assault on Ellen axey never got into print at all t.ke matter dropped.

And so Maxey great double inystovy remained in spite of his almosr frantic attempts to dispel it. No new clews appeared, and the old ones, like the footsteps in the field at Somerset, led nowhere. The police were discouraged, and even Dr. Lamar gave it as his opinion that time spent in looking into this matter was I in 10 wasted.

Miss Maxey fulfilled tint physician's pmrietinns by gutting well in a lew •lays, but the poor, frightened face that looked forth from tin pillows in the little alcove room was as pale and pitiful as ever. The experiments with music, as a power for good, which promised so much in tiie beginning, justified Dr. Lamar's forebodings in the end. Never after that first day were the emotions Rroused in the patient of sufficient strength to cause her to lose consciousness. Music always attracted her, interested her, even drove off for a time that monotonous motion of the hands which seemed so dreadful to the strong, healthy people alHint, her, but it left, no permanent impression. It was not progressive. It was not an educator. Alas for honest. Julian's simple, and beautiful idea of bringing her back to her last world!

The thought was too poetic for reality. In Tain did pretty Ellen Maxey sing her swoetest songs. The wan face still turned with the same mute terror upon her surroundings. The eyes never cea-sod the restless search for the horror that did not come, and the small, white hands continued to clasp and unclasp themselves iw of old.

But one day there was a change in the I symptoms. A peculiar spasmodic action I of the muscles of the face and limbs began to m:i:-fe.r its -ir. When Dr. Lamar saw this, his face lighted up with a sudden hope.

For a long time he had been very

grave. He had gone about in a continual abstraction and had even lx'en occasionally seen with his umbrella under his arm in fine weather, an unmistakable indication that he was becoming absentminded. Never before had he met with a case which baffled him so persistently as this. From the hour when he knelt, beside her in the snow by the sea road and had given his opinion that it was a "very serious matter" the pittient had never been wholly out of his mind.

It made him angry to think that the information contained in this first statement, of his impressions of the case as he bent over Ellon Maxey's shoulder and saw the white face lookin the light of the lantern was about sum and substance of all he had been able to learn since, but such was ike fv*t. What more could he say with any certainty today than this? To be sure, it, had pir/.y.lcd older men than he, but, that was small consolation to a mind like Lamar s. The greater the obstacles the more determined he became to overcome them. "'Either 1 will be the death of this problem or will be the death of me," he said to himself, and with this conviction he had set to work to save his own life. He saw the patient so often (that he photographed every look and motion she was accustomed to make upon his mind. Not the movement of a muscle, not the twitching of an eyelid esoa]H'd him. He went about stuiiyiug every one. of these apparent trivialities and trying to account for it.

Just as Maxey treasured up every scrap of evidence which promised to throw any light on the great double mystery which entirely nonplused the

One night he came across a passage which startled him. It was the particular statement of the symptoms of a patient in a German hospital who died with a strange malady that completely mystified the physicians. The result of the post mortem examination appended showed that the secret cause of his death was a cerebral complication, the chief factor in which was a tumor in the brain.. A footnote suggested that this abnormal growth had probably been caused by a fall.

polico, so the physician, constituting which, by the way, must have been well himself a medical detective, looked upon the various symptoms of the girl's con dition as so many clews to the great pathological mystery which was baffling him. During the weeks following the discovery of Annette he reread almost hia entire library on brain diseases. Afterward he borrowed -from a friend.

Perhans it was because }ie watched

with anew idea in his mind, but it the very next, day, when Lamar renewed his observations at the bedside of the patient in IJallavoine place, that he detect ed the spasmodic symptoms for the first time. The result was that he became convinced. lie could scarcely conceal his delight when he came to take, his departure.

Miss Maxey was a quick reader of faces, and of his face particular. She stopped liiui at I ho door and said shvlv, but determinedly: '"You have some good news for us but you are so afraid that we shall l. disappointed that you hesitate to tell it?'' "No," said Lamar, "but I think! have located her disorder. However, 1 am not an authority in this matter. 1 shall bring some friends here, with your leave, this afternoon.''

He smiled so plea.-antlv io himself that Ellen was delighted. "Surely, if this be true, you will know

just what to do to cure her?" "Cure? {said not hi ng aboutcuring, No. It is necessarily fatal in its resuits."

While they wore present the artist and his sister were excluded from the room. When the meeting was over, Lamar called them in. They found the physician rubbing his hands in a state of unmistakable elation. In. fact, his spirits were so high that they somewhat obscured his vision. He did not seem to notice Miss Maxey's presence, and when Julian asked him how tho case stood he hurst out with an enthusiasm which would have done credit to the artist himself. "I was right! I was right! Tiny have agreed with me exactly!"

Miss Maxey suddenly hurst into tears and left tho room. "She is overjoyed!" cried Maxey. afoT-tur.ately. no. said the physician, biting his lip in vexation, "i ought to have known better. 1 told her

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S lowed to go on unchecked, it will do its

fatal work. The only way to check it is to remove it. That is a rare and dangerous experiment, which we read of indeed in ohl ooks, such as Sir Ast ley Cooper's compilations of 50 years ago, but so I rarely resorted to in practice that I did I not know until today it was successful- I ly accomplishtd very recently in Eugland. There is scarcely a precedent to that operation. Now you understand the case. It remains for you to say whether the patient shall go to the hospital and bo operated upon or remain here ami die. "Would the operation, if successful, restore her to her mind ami memory?" questioned Maxey eagerly. "It does not follow at all. The very matter that has confused and baffled ail

our calculations so long is the complexity of the symptoms. Beside tho epileptiform symptoms arising from the tumor,

aloug iu its dangerous work before the accident at the beach road, there are the psychical results of a curious mental disturbance. Perhaps the mental trouble was the consequence of the fright and would have been soon conquered but for the work of tho tumor. All this is conjecture. Tho possible result remains to be seen. Shall I go on or not?"

Two hours later Maxey gave his reply: "Go on."

CHAPTER VII.

.ir. JIAXE'. 3IAKKS A BKGIXN1NG. Maxey read the letter in the fading light by the window, while tho messenger who had brought the note to his rooms waited, cap in hand. It was as follows:

She flashed one look of horror and indiguatiou into his face and turned away withoiit a word. Poor Dr. Lamar forgot, to smile on his way to the street. But a moment before he had felt aglow of pro- I fessional pride in what, lie ventured to hope was ike success of a dariug dingnosis. As he emerged into the sunlight, an intimate friend might have though from his crestfallen expression, that he had met with a severe defeat.

However, this did not prevent, him from calling on some of his follow phy- pulsivclv tine,wine sieians. ami that afternoon a council of neck and 1 grave and dignified men stood around the bedside of pour Annette. If it had cost, the artist anything, that little consulfation in the back sitting room would have proved an expensive luxury. But fortunately for him Dr. Lauiar was his friend, and there was sufficient interest in the ease to make these wise and highly paid individuals in 1 lack coats think it worth their while to have a hand in 1 it lor their own information.

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this morning that if my diagnosis was correct, the disease was necessarily fatal. You must, tell her, Maxey, that 1 made, a mistake. I thought so at the time, but I find I was mistaken. There is one chance in a thousand that by submitting to a dangerous operation which will be very likely to either kill or euro her the patient wi 11 recover. Without that operation she is doomed to suffering and death." "What an alternative!" cried Maxov, aghast. "I am sorry it is not in my power to I offer yon abetter one, but in the present state of science I cannot. There is a reup Ly leutless substance, no bigger tha* the out the end of my little linger, remorselessly »atiug its way into her brain. If ir isal-

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The i-irl has spuKfii. I.'cr iiitimi is Uyc. 1 (cr father lives in Flooii Mrect, I.AMAK. Short. PUMrvaenrinHe to rbo ne.inf

"There be no answer," said Maxey. He heard the door (dose behind 1 he retiring messenger and began to pace the floor, his hair erect and his necktie askew, w'ni.ie his impatient thought* traveled over the wide range of possibilities which the information in the doctor's letter seemed to open before him. Surely now he was on the verge of the most important revelations, and yet he hesitated for the moment how to act in the emergency.

It was a question to him whether it were better at once to intrust this matter to those whose business it was to investigate crimes or to attempt that investigation by himself, alone and unaided.

In the first case, there would be the experience and educated aeuteness of a craftsman plying his vocation. In tho second case there would be the native slirewdne,- of a novice whose heart was fired with an enthusiasm, and whos mind was stimulated by an interest, for the intensity of which Maxey himseif was sometimes, in the rare moments when he indulged in self examination, at a loss to account.

While, the artist was still debating with hiins! this problem Miss Maxey came in. Klie cried out almost- before she opened :ho door: "Oh, .1 ulum. have yon heard from the hosprral?" "i have. Annette has spoken. t::he has told .her father's name.

Miss Maxrv -auere'l a glad cry and somewhat, astonished her brother byiinhcr arms about his iSSlKg him. "Iam Mi giad 1 could cry, she exclaimed. "bins will get well. Julian. She will get well in spite of everything! Tell me the rest, at once. Who pushed her from the road? Why did ho do if

Why didn't her father answer the advertisement?" "My dear sister, yon forget that she must still be. a very sick girl. It:, is a terrible operation to survive. Dr. Lamar told me something about it. Ugh! i'hey have to go into the very brain itself."

Miss Maxey shuddered. "Don't, Julian—please don't!" "Forgive me. 1 forgot, your sensitiveness. Let us come to other things. 1 want to know what you think about a certain matt that has been troubling me. Shall 1 put this new clew in the hands of the police, or shall I undertake to investigate it by myself?'' "By yourself, in the name of all that leads to success. How mauy times have we been to the police? And what have they done for us? Julian, we have tried them. We know what they can do. Now try yourself, and if you fail" "Yes. assented Maxey, "if I fail?" "Why, then we shall see what I can do."

This was so good a joke that, both of them—so ignorant are we of that which, even a few days may bring forth—both of them laughed. "Still I think you are right, Ellen. Our private affairs have been sufficiently discussed in the public prints already. It is about time that we again relapsed into obscurity. The police includes the press. That is my first objection, and that decides me. I will go on alone—at least, till I encounter something that looks too big for me to cope with. Yes, I'll do that, and I'll begin at once.

So Julian Maxey, the artist, putting on his outer garments, set forth from his lodging iu the gathering dusk of a. December evening to begin the unraveling of a very iangled skein. "Dye! Dye! 1 am very positive 1 never heard that one liefore. he said to himself as he wt-.ir alone. "It is hardly probable fauiilv of

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more than ov.i the city. To assure himself of this fact as well as to save himself tho trouble of undertaking a lengthy task in Flood street. Maxey went into a store

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a directory. Fie was very much disappointed, though not a great deal surprised, when ui attentive jerusal of the names beginning with Dy showed him that no such person as Dye was recorded in this registry. The possibility of Lamars having made a mistake occurred to him and led him t.o devise some curious combinations of letters which he thought might be susceptible of a similar pronunciation. But his success was no better than before. Digh, Dvgh, Dey and

similar barbarous expedients met with the -*umc disheartening fate. Clearly therv was nothing to do but to plunge into blood street and question the inhabitants. fortunately this was not an extensive avenue, but it made up in the density of

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ineie WitM more Immunity here to the That square foot titan in 10 streets out of any average dozen in the city. Jt was a crors stroe, s!i\ Ui.iv-g b. twi. en two brilliant!

lighted thoroughfare, easy of access and not a dangerous neighborhood, but pervaded with a general ail" of dilapidation and thronged with a most heterogenous collection of people. "Cheap lodging houses," thought Maxey as his glance wandered along the fronts of the dingy brick structures. "Truly I have under taken a serious task. 1 ma\ as well begin at, the first house and go through in order. I shall never find out anything by random queries."

Maxey did not at all overestimate the magnitude of his undertaking. If he had been on an ordinary errand or in an ordinary mood, he would have retired in disgust ere he was half through. He rang at least, two-thirds of the bells in the street and followed each ring with a more or less tedious inquiry into the personnel of the inmates of that house before, he met with an encouraging response. At the door of No. 40 he put the usual question to an overgrown urchin, who answered his summons, and received the customary reply: "No such person here, sir. "Sure?" "I am sure," said the boy, "but I will ask pa if you say so."

Pa was a small, wiry man, with a sly face,. who came, up from the basement,

wiping ins mouth on nis sleeve wne.n tho overgrown urchin called to him. He looked at Maxey with no small degree of curiosity while tho artist repeated his inquiry. "I am looking Tor a man named Dye.'' "Well, sii, you won't find him here. What did you want with him?" 1-

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"In view of the fact that ho does not live here," returned Maxey sharply, "I don't see wnat difference it. makes to you.'' "Nobody of that name lives hero, true enmuiii, but there are two rooms let out in that name on ..my ripper floor. That, is why 1 asked. "Oh, that is why von' asked? Very well, sir. Let me seethe landlord at, once, and pray tell him that my business is pressing."

The sly man surveyed Maxey with increasing curiosity and answered in a confioentiai 'tone: "Weil, sir, you see tho landlord. What can I do for you?" "lsn there a place where I can speak to you privately without fear of being overheard?" "To lie sure there is!" exclaimed tho sly man, with great alacrity. "Conic right in."

Iu a minute or two Maxey was closeted in an unpretentious parlor with the landlord. The artist began by taking a card from his pocket and passing it across the center table. The sly man seized upon it with avidity and devoured it. "Oh, yes. Maxey, artist. Happy lo meet you, Mr. Maxey. My mune is Belfry." "Mr. Belfry," said Maxey, after a momentary deliberation, during which he had keenly scrutinized the landlord's face, "1 come here on important business, and business which is quite as private and confidential between you and me as it is important I desire information, and for it I shall pay liberally."

Evidently the artist had made a felicitous beginning. There was no mistaking the radiance that lighted up the sly man face at tin1 mention of the last essential detail. "Oh, don't mention it, sir! If 1 can be of any service to you, Belfry is your man." "Thank you. Now I will be explicit. I want to know all about this lodger of yours who calls himself Dvc, every possible detail connected with him,* but do not want him to know that I have made any inquiries concerning him. 1 desire to keep my interest in this matter entirely to myself."

The sly man's face visibly elongated at this announcement. "In the first place," went on the artist, "who is Mr. Dye?" "May I be ble-sr-ed if I wouldn't give a trifle to know that myself. But judging from what 1 have seen of him and of the ]e.ople who inquire after hin:, he is a pretty curious and mysterious son of individual." "What do you meau by who inquire after him?"

consulted been nobody else to speak of, with one exception, which doesn't matter, and never mind, for as hat was confidential between me and her 1 am mum. But speaking to you now, sir, 1 mav say that a man g'.vitig his name as Leaude.r

the people

The habitual sly look became a shade slyer. "Well, you, for instance. There has

Dye came to this hou..e o:i" morning I something over three weeks ago and wanted to hire rooms. But being thai there was that about, tie.' looks of this man that made ino think of back rents that never could be collected, and Vicing that Belfry is a poor mau and m,u.-t

live, 1 said «t once to this shabby gentleman that I was not looking for transients, and if he wanted to come here I should require three months' rent in advance. He gave me such a start tie that I have*, got over it yet, for ho draws out. a roll of I, Is as big as mvfist

aiKl counts out the monev at one.

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first 1 knew of that individ-

ual. Lie took the rooms at sight, and 1 dusted oiit. anil he moved np:t of tmnks, a:i»1 oidn m-c no morn ol liiin for two oavs. "Was he alone?" "Pretty much, only he had a woman with him." "Was she young or old?" "Couldn't, say. She wore a veil. He called her his daughter. Perhaps she was. Belfry is still undecided about that. He has kept a lodging house long enough to know shy-canery when he sees it. I think I may remark that of Belfry fair and candid. I would mention that this woman wore a veil that concealed her features that she got out of a bus at the door and went straight up to her rooms. Nobody got a good look at her, though divers persons to my knowledge tried. All I can tell you about that personage, Mr. Maxey, is that she wore the clothes of a female and was of a melancholy disposition. "How do you know that?" "Because the partitions are not over thick, and the lodger in the next room heard her crying." "Is that all he heard?" "You are surprised, Mr. Maxey, at that lodger's stupidity. So was I. The man was an ass. Why, ho didn't even take the trouble to put his ear to the wall. When I talked with hiin about it afterward and expressed my feelings I plainly in a pitying smile, he could not

see it oven then. 'You don't know what you've missed,' says I. 'Don't want to,' says lie. 'If 1 got out of bed to listen every ti)%' I heard a woman squall, I shouldn't, sleep at all. Women are always crying "Yveli, and what, became of this infai Dye?" "As I was telling you, Mr. Maxey, ho was invisible for two days, and then one night, met him coming down stairs with the key of his door in his hand. 'Mr. Belfry,' he says, 'business calls me out of town'—them were his very words —'my daughter has taken her opportunity to go and visit friends of hers in tho city. :tortunately she went, away in a hurry, and I forgot two things—to leave the key to tho rooms with her or to give her any money.' And thereupon he handed me the key anil fetched out of his pocket this very identical bill which I shows yon now, Mr. .Maxev, and went his ways.

Mr. Belfry passed over for the artist's scrutiny it el -un, new ij^O bill. "This I was to givo to tho woman should she come back in his absence but, as you have gat lierod, I guess, I have never set. eyes on either of them from that day to this, which, if 1 do «ay it, iu the estimation of Belfry has all tho ear markings of shy-canery on tho face of ir." "Mr. Belfry, you referred to another inquirer aiier Mr. Dye. Did I understand you it was a womau?" "Very like, Mr. Maxev. Do vou know her?" "Well, returned Maxey in a noncommittal way, "what if 1 do?"

Tho landlord's left eye closed and opened in a suggestive manner. "Name begins with F, eh? Pretty well up? Something of a, stunner for looks?''

Maxey's blank faeo almost: caused tho sly landlord to smile, but. lie bit his lip and went on: "Oh, well, it you don't, come from her, I shouldn't feel at, liberty to speak about a confidential matter, of course. That, wouldn't be proper, not unless 1 felt and believed that I was working in a good cause, A man's conscience might sometimes lead him to do something which, generally speaking, he mightn't bo anxious to do.

Maxey deliberatelv took a $10 bill from his ..pocket, and placed it on the table. "You are working in the best of causes," ho said. 'Let us know all about the lady. I know I am trespassing on your valuable time, Mr. Belfry, and 1 simply want to show you that *1 do not mean to overlook the fact that time is money." "Oh, don't mention it, Mr. Maxey. 1 shouldn't think of charging you anything for my little trouble, only I would like to feel sure that you are on the right side and that all is confidential between us." "Rest assured of all this, Mr. Belfry.

The sly landlord's glance l-cstcd abstractedly on the bank note on the table. He seemed to have entirely forgotten its presence. "The word of a gentleman ought to be enough for me, Mr. Maxey, and I will conceal nothing. Within the last three weeks a certain mysterious female has rung at my bell at: ieast four times. She always comes iu the night pretty late, alone and with a dowdy shawl on and a good, thick veil over lier face. But don't think I'm an idjet, Mr. Maxey. After being in the lodging house business for io veal's I am used to sliy-cauery a little. ShcY, no servant girl, for people like her can't pick up the ways of servant girls so very easy, and they only mince the matter when they try to pull the wool over the eyes of so' old a bird as Bel fry." 1 he sly landlord ehue',ic!

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tinued: "First, two times she acted nervous and only came to flic, door and seemed to be covering up her real voice. The next, two times she was nervouser, but she came in. The last time she got a little seared at her own boldness and left a lett 'l* to bo delivered this man Dve immediately on his return, to save herself fhe trouble of calling ayain, she said. "A sealed letter?"

Oh. ho, r-l course, of course, .\lv. Maxey. Don't think she would tell Belfry any of her briMiicss. Oh, no! She Wa.s mighty particular about that, but.

she brought me this envelope all sealed and directed in as pretty a little hand, I as nice1 as you please. "I sttpj# Ixgan Maxey he.-.it::f-iiigly„ "1 /,iij j[ would bo scarcely justifiable t.ir us to open that lett' r?" I 'J he landlord responded promptly: "Oh., no, certainly not. And besides if— it would.er |o

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think—in la. t. I 1 kinder guess what's ill that letter. "iae.-,..' Low? 1 don't understand you." 1 he sly landlord winked so profusely that he actually succeeded in stimulating Maxey limited knowledge of human depravity into a comprehension of the situation. "Oh, I sec. Yon mean yon have already opened the let ter." "The letter is just as good as ever it was," returned Mr. Belfry evasively. "It is sealed up as good as before, but a man keeping a humble lodging house can't afford to countenance tiny underhanded] less, you know. I like to know the nature of any mail I'm carrying. Belfry is cautious, or he's nothing."

Maxey smothered his secret contempt and smiled. "Well," he questioned, "and what did the letter say?" "The letter said," replied Mr. Belfry, marking off the words on the tips of the fingers of a not superlatively clean hand, "the letter said: 'Leander Dye— Come to me in the evening at 16 Livingston street. Come for your own interests and fail to come at your peril. I have some money for you. The sister.' That was the only signature. What do you think of that?"

Maxey was silent. An fill" l..«, -it'Loifc mi Hio lr land

lord, "ali these circumstances look queer." "What did Mr Dye leave iu his room?'' "Tie left, two trunks locked and nothing in them butohl clothes, one of them women's ano the other men's. There warn't uie.ch ihtery. His rent ain't up for over two months, you understand.' "1 nodi rstand. What sort of a looking man is .Mr. Dye?" "Belfry's uotion of it, is that he's some very badly run down parson. Belfry may be wrong, but that's the way ho si/.es up L. Dye. He might, have been enjoying himself too mue.h and tho congregation got down on him. It's my experience, Mr. Maxey, after years in the lodging house line, that most of the rt verses of this world can b-.i traced, more or le.^s direct, to shy-canory. If a man down ,and yon go limiting around in his records for the reason of it, 40 to 1 you'll run against a piece of shy somewhere, and bigger rather than littler, generally, too. That's Belfry's ultimatum."

The sly landlord might have rali'/ed for half an hour if tlioimpatient Maxey had not interrupted him: "I understand all about, that. But what 1 am after now is Mr. Dye. Can you tell me the exact date of lvis cominy and his disappearance?"

Mr. Belfry referred to a yreti^y pocket diary. "He cranio on Dec. 7. Mr. Maxey, and he we:.' on Dec.

Maxey's hair rose at once, but. ho controlled himself ar.d went on: "Very well, Mr. Belfry. 1 now have a proposition to make to yon—one that may prove cxceedinglv profitable to yourself. If you will by hook or crook —gentle means if possible, forcible means if necessary—bring that Mi*. Dye to my rooms the dav lie sets foot within this house again, or failing to do that, keep him a prisoner until 1 can bo sent, for—if you can do this, 1 will reward you most liberally. Meantime I shall probably see you again very soon.

Maxev, hav :ng transacted his business, arose, to go. The landlord's eye rested "bstractc 11 yon the $10 bill lying cm the table, but' again ho did not seem to see it. "Belfry always glad to accommodate a gentleman," he said. "I want no pay for what 1 do. I'll see that tho rascal is kept for you or brought, to yon for the sake of helping a gentleman in trouble. It will be all right, sir. Trust Belfry. If he. ever seta hia foot in this house again, you will know it, if you are at home, within 30 miimten. "And bo sure," cautioned Maxey, "that, he sees mo before he reads that letter."

The sly landlord chuckled and delivered himself of a comprehensive wink. "I'm not an idjet," ho murmured, "whatever I am, and I'm somewhat used to shy, Mr. Ma,xey—shy for short, 3rou understand.'' "By the way," suggested Muxey, turning almost on the doorstep as a thought occurred to him, "of course yon don't know who lives at

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street?" "Oh, don't 1, though? 1 may mention that Belfry looked that up at once. She's a widow, and she's very rich and very stingy, ller name is Persy the.

There was a ringing in the artist's ears as lie went out into the lighted street again. All the way buck to Ballavoine place four lit tie words of the sly landlord were sounding in his mind: "Her name is Forsythe.

Was it possible that this was the lady whom Lamar was to marrv?

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guests of Jonathan Xe-.vkirk .Monday. S. S. Ijeatli shipped^ I.eon pounds of I ibesscd poultrv to lloston lust siatttrdtiv. .Mrs. .lames Campbell, of t'ra fordsville. was the guest of Ales Campbell

Sunday. •I. X. Titus and wife visited their daughter. Kannie Lewelleo, at Hallilneh. Sundav. .-'M

Wildy lin nyan and wifuaiv i-p.-mlin-.-holidays at Oakland Citv with Mr and Mis. Lew Willis.

Hobert .lellries butchered six hogs last week and made HO gallons of lard and 18 gallons of sausage.

I rot. Alunly I'.ooe will give aiausical concert here on New Years' eve, consisting of comic and sacred songs, quartettes and solos. Admission 10 cents.

Some of our enterprising young men have organized a young men's social and debating society, "the object of which is to debate on the late issues of the day. The following officers were elected: President, J. White: Vice President, J. Truax: Secretary and reasurer, F. M. Krout: Guard, A. Campbell.

The basket supper at No. 8 school house Saturday night was a success in every particular, a large crowd, good order and good recitations. The basket of fruit presented to the school by the teacher. Miss Mattie Truax was

voted

to the handsomest young lady present. It was sold for §$9.41 and awarded to Miss Ettie Gilkey. Proceeds of supper $15.00.