Crawfordsville Weekly Journal, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 24 December 1897 — Page 7

A CLEW BY WIRE

Or, An Interrupted Current.

BY HOWARD M. YOST. 5 Copyright, 1896, by J. B. Llppincott Co.

CHAPTER IX.

After supper I lit a cigar and walked up and down in front, of tlio house. During- the meal Mrs. Snyder had kept up an incessant chatter concerning the mysteries about my house. I did not hear half her words, but nevertheless there was an element so foreign to my thoughts in the few sentences I caught that I was glad to escape her.

The evening shadows were settling .over the valley, and the moon was rising in splendor.

Leisurely I tramped to and fro, giving up my thoughts undisturbed to the pleasant realization of new-found hap.piness and to anticipations of future joy in the constant companionship of my sweetheart.

The cigar finished, I repaired to my room, with the intention of reading. But the evening was so line that I soon blew out the light and sat down by the window.

Then I remembered how, on x-ising from the same chair the evening before, a tall, white specter had confronted me. This recollection coming to :ine suddenly in the midst of happy .thoughts caused me to glance somewhat nervously toward the closed window opposite.

I could see a faint image of myself swa3'ing to and fro in unison with the motion of the rockinc-chair in which I was seated.

Directly underneath was the cellar, whose solid walls, defying investigation of the interior, had so impressed the old nurse Sarah with an unreasonable fear. Even Sonntag, who, from his vocation, was accustomed to hold himself well in hand against surprise, had exhibited profound amazement when informed of the circumstance.

It was irritating to have thoughts concerning the mysteries which seemed to abound in the old homestead come crowding1 up and play at cross-purposes with the happy state that the meeting with Florence had induced.

The mysteries had seemed trivial in the daytime, had been wholly forgotten in Florence's society, but now that I was again alone and the night coming on, the thought of the cellar came back to me tinged with a shadow of fear. And the voice, the unearthly voice— what was it?

At first I had felt a hope that the vague account given by Mrs. Snyder might have something of truth in it. The unraveling of a chain of events which seemed to border on the supernatural would be a new experience to me, and therefore furnish a diversion in the quiet, uneventful life I expected to lead in Nelsonville.

But now I needed no such diversion to lead my thoughts away from the robbery and its blighting effect upon my life and honor. I did not regard that nffair any longer as the one great barrier which stood between me and hr.ppi ness, although the desire for exculpation was keener than ever.

I was sure of Florence's love and trust, but I could not wish her sweet self linked forever to one over whose life a cloud of suspicion hung. Iler lovewas an inspiration, an incentive under .• its influence I hoped to accomplish results which even the vast resources of the bank had failed in.

To devote all my thought, all the enerrrv possessed, to this one end was TTOW my purpose. That small mysterious events were arising with their attendant irritations, threatening to divide the resources of my mind and body which I desired concentrated to one end, filled me with impatience. incn, too, the certainty that Horace Jackson seemed to feel that Florence would be compelled to fulfill her promise, weighed heavily upon me. Why had Jackson changed his opinion regarding my innoceHce? What developments had arisen which would throw new light on the case, and make an innocent man bear the consequences of a crime he knew nothing of?

Just before retiring it occurred to me that the lights of Mr. Morley's house might be seen from the attic window. It seemed as though sleep would be sweeter after a glimpse of those lights, some of which were casting radiance over Florence's loved form.

I left my room and quietly ascended the stairs. Arrived at the attic. 1 grouped my way to the small window through which I had gazed that morning. I stood for a few minutes contemplating the lights of theMorley residence on the hill opposite.

A brisk breeze was piping down the valley. Through cracks and crevices it crept into the old attic with soft wailing and moaning. There was homesickness in the mournful tones, and a sadness, as though the spirits of the departed were sighing for a return to old familiar scenes.

What was there about my old place that produced such a depressing effect upon my spirits?

The happiest moments of life have a slight shadow to them, as though to warn us Kiiat all joy is fleeting. Perhaps it was only this shadow which caused the undefinable feeling of insecurity. But there was a'quality,also, which breathed of events to com© of dire import. I seemed like the mariner on a dark sea, conscious of breakers ahead, and knowing not which way to steer. Even my dreams in the restless slumber of the past night seemed premonitions.

That ". ague forebodings should come when my mind was filled with thoughts of the beloved one who had given nte her heart, was most strange. I could not shake off the depression. The darkness of the attic deepened it.

I was about to retrace my steps to the stairway, when sounds readied my ear which caused me to pause and listen

—a series of raps, alternating with a rasping noise, but so feeble and indistinct that I was unable to form an opinion of the cause. All I could determine was that) they seemed to come from above.

A loose shingle or piece of timber, rattling in the wind, would have made a dull, heavy sound, while the gentle raps I heard had a clear, mellow ring, like that produced by the vibrations of a tuning fork.

After lighting all the matches I had with me and making as thorough an examination of the roof as the brief I flickering lights would allow, I groped toward the stairs.

Probably half the distance to the landing was passed when 'upon my ear fell the voice, the unearthly voice, the weird tones of which I had first heard in my room downstairs.

It could not possibly be heard up in the attic, when speaking in my chamber. So then it must have the faculty of being able to change from one apartment to another just as the whim seized it.

Like the voice which had sounr.ed downstairs, the tones were intermittent in the present instance they alternated with the rappings.

After standing1 motionless, with hearing strained to the utmost, 1 noticed that at no time did the voice and the rappings sound together.

The few detached words I distinguished had no possible reference to myself nevertheless the voice seemed to follow me. I was unwilling to attribute the sounds to supernatural causes, for I was not a believer in the supernatural. It might be that the parties who had walled up the cellar found some of their plans, whatever they may have been, upset by my advent, and had taken this wa}r to frighten me and cause my departure.

On second thought the idea did not appear tenable. For if the purpose was to frighten me, a fiercer and more terrifying demonstration would be used. •Was there only one voice which in some way sounded both in my room and in the attic, or were there various voices all over the place, each independent of the other?

I hastened downstairs, but when I reached my room no sounds were heard there.

While in my bedroom, had noway of knowing if the voice in the attic was still sounding.

The remainder of the evening I spent in rushing from my room to the attic and back again, and quietly stealing through the vacant rooms, in the hope of laying hold of some explanation of the strange voice. I did hear it agaiii in the attic, but there was no sound in my room, though I had immediately hastened there.

Finally I gave up the quest for the time, and, thoroughly fatigued, undressed and went to bed.

My head had hardly touched the pillow when the report of a pistol readied my ear. The sound was muffled, as though coming from a diistnnt apartment. Indeed, it seemed to come from underneath, as had the sound of the slamming door but yet not directly beneath it would undoubtedly have Bounded much plainer had the shooting taken place in the walled-up cellar below my room.

There was no answering shot, and 110 more unaccountable noises, though I hearkened intently.

All through the night I lay vainly trying to find repose, but- sleep would not come. I was resolved to leave no stone unturned to unravel these niysteries. For the events, trivial as they seemed and as they probably would prove when explained, were eertainlv

irritating, and threatened wholly to destroy the rest and peace I had expected to find in Nelsonville. it was exasperating tliat, besides being burdened with a load of guilt which rightfully belonged on other shoulders, I should also be subjected to petty annoyances which promised to ma''e my stay in Nelsouville anything but peaceful. True, 1 was my own master. I could leave the old house on the morrow. But to be utterly routed and driven from the field by a few harmless though inexplicable happenings was contrary to my nature. Then, too. Florence how could I leave the place, now that I had found my love abiding here?

When the first rosy tints of dawn showed in the east, slumber closed my weary eyes.

As on the previous morning, Mrs. Snyder was compelled to arouse me for breakfast. On the present occasion she announced rather testily that the morning meal had been waiting1 for over an hour.

I could not resist the desire to begin investigations immediately, and1 therefore after hastily dressing I walked all around the house, keeping at such distance from it that every part of the roof could be seen.

There was a line of wire running along the side of the road, which, as I afterward ascertained, belonged to a telephone circuit embracing half a dozen towns and villages in the vicinity. This wire crossed the roof of the house, but was not fastened to it in any way, swinging at least three feet clear of the ridge-pole. Within a few inches of the wire was a section of lightning rod. The air was still, and the wire hung motionless. On the previous night a. Strong breeze had been blowing, as I remembered from the mournful cadences it produced up in the attic.

Here was one mystery which could be very reasonably explained. The wind had swung the wire, causing it to strike against the perpendicular portion of the lightning rod, thereby causing the series of gentle vibratory raps I had heard.

Satisfied that the other mysterious events would also give up their secrets upon investigation, I went to breakfast. Mrs. Snyder was not nearly so talkative as during former meals. Indeed, she appeared rather glum. The

reason of the old widow's taciturn manner was soon explained. After pouring my coffee, she watched me in silence for some itme. But silence was not the widow's forte, and, as I was busy with my own speculations, she was compelled to begin. "I guess you ton't like my cookin'," she said. "Indeed I do the proof lies in the quantity I find room for. You are an excellent cook."

The old woman's face relaxed somewhat under my praise. "Veil, bud you ton't come rite avny when id is rctty," she continued, "und 1 fought maybe you not like de cookin'." "I beg your pardon, Mm. Snyder. I did oversleep. I'll be more punctual in future." "So you sclilccp ofer yourself Vluit for?" she inquired. "Oh, 1 was up rather late the evening before," I remarked, indifferently, for 1 knew questions relating to the strange things which had come under her observation were trembling on her ''Ij ou remember our discovery of the walled-up cellar?" I continued, Mr. Sonntag's suggestion regarding the wisdom of secrecy coming to mind.

She nodded, and her old eyes brightened expectantly. "It is advisable to keep the matter a secret," I continued. "You have not mentioned it to anyone, have you?" "Ach, no." "Then please do not, for the present."

She promised compliance with my request. As the cellar was the next mystery I determined to turn my attention to, I went home iirmediately after finishing my breakfast, harnessed the horse in the buggy, and drove off toward Sarah's house.

If I had the necessary tools it would not be a difficult matter to cut the floor of mj- bedroom.

Sarah greeted me effusively. The good soul seemed to have a constant fear that each time she saw me would be the last. "Can j'ou let me have a saw, a chisel and a hammer?"!asked. "Ach, yes. Bud vLat for, Nel?" "1 am going to find out what is in that cellar," I answered. "IIow you ged in "By cutting through the floor." "Dat will be hard work, Nel. De timber under de floor is awful thiek." "I know that. But I have plenty of time, and so will be able eventually to get through."

The tools were produced, and I started homeward, Sarah sending after me an earnest appeal for carefulness and the avoidance of danger.

I intended to commence the task of getting into the sealed apartment immediately upon my arrival home. The thought that danger of some kind might lurk in the cellar would not deter me. And the pistol-shot I had heard the last night seemed to indicate that there uiight be a degree of peril in the work. I did' not like the idea of the dank, musty odors ascending into my sleeping apartment, but I could easily remove to one of the spacious chambers upstairs, and thus escape them.

On arriving at the house, I took the tools into my room. 1 looked over the floor, and, after quite a time debating where the hole should, be made, determined to begin over in one corner. Before I had time to commence operations. a loud knock sounded on the *ront door.

Hastily shoving the tools under tho bed, I went out through the hall and opened the door. My visitor was Mr. Ponntaa*.

CHAPTER X.

I ushered the old lawyer into the room. After a few commonplace remarks he said: "That walling-uu of those cellar doorways has made quite an impression 011 me. Suppbse we have a look at tlieiu." 1 was very willing. Together we descended the stairs to the storeroom.

Mr. Sonntag examined the place where the door had been, minutely, as though he expected to find in the stones of the wall some intimation of what was 011 the inside, lie even went so far as to scratch off patches of the whitewash. "It is rather dark here," he finally said, glancing around. "Perhaps the door can be opened," I suggested. "I have the key with me, but maybe it would be best not to use it. Give me a few matches."

I handed him all I had with me, and be, by the light afforded, examined closely the places where he had scratched off the whitewash.

While watching him, the thought again occurred to me that I had seen or met liim previous to mv arrival at Nelsonville. "Do you know it seems as though I had seen you before?" I said. "\cs, so you remarked during your visit to my office j'i»terday," Sonntag replied, as he stepped back to where I was standing. "There is no doubt of that being a solid wall." he went on "so if the room behind it is being used for some purpose, entrance is not gained from here. See what pains have been taken to hide the work. The whole wall has been newly whitewashed. If tlrat had not been done, the new n#ason-work would be glaringly perceptible. Let us go into the house cellar and have a look at the dividing wall there."

It needed but a glance to see that this wall had not been tampered with. The whitewash was old, and there was no spot, where it had been renewed"I have already examined tlie outside place," the old lawyer remarked, as we ascended the stairway. "That was not whitewashed, and, if I remember rightly, the stones used looked old and worn like the rest of the foundation," I said. "Yes the stones, used in both the doorways were old ones. But they are of a different kind of stone," he re-

Mr. Sonntag examined the place minutely, marked, with a shrewd smile. "Different kind? What significance would that have?" "All the stone quarried about here is limestone. You will find the foundations and walls under your house are built with this kind. If any other kind was used it would have to be brought from a distance. Sandstone was used for the two doorways." "And was therefore brought from a distance?" I asked. "Perhaps not in this case." "But you said there is nothing but limestone quarried about here," I suggested. "And that is true. The stones used in the doorways had been used before, for they are old and weatherbeaten. Do you remember a small stone building up at the mountain, which years ago was used as a schoolhouse?" my lawyer asked. "Oh, yes! It was known aB the Mountain school," 1 replied. "Well, it is fast going to ruin," Sonntag continued "has not been used for years, I am told. The point is here: That old schoolhouse was built of sandstone. Where the builders got the stone I, of course, cannot say, but evidentlj'' not around here- It is my belief the stones in the two doorways were taken from the old tumble-down schoolhouse." "And supposing your surmise is correct one, does it furnish you with a clew to the person or persons who did the job?" I asked. "Perhaps," he replied, shortly.

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Ad he raised his head to answer, recollection Hashed upon me. "Ah!" I exclaimed. "I have been cudgeling my brain in the endeavor to remember where I had seen you before." lie quickly turned toward me with a half-smile on his face, but offered no reply. "I have seen you in Philadelphia," 1 continued. "Possibly. I used to live there beforo coming to Twincburgli," he remarked, indifferently. "You have been in Twineburgh but six months," I went on. "Yes." "And I saw you for the first tima •about a year ago. I almost knocked you over as I was coming out of the president's office in the Safety security bank. You were just going in, and I ran into you." "Ah, possibly. I have had business dealings with that concern," the old lawyer replied. "And you knew Mr. Perrv, the president?" "Yes, slightly." "Then why did you ask me at the time if I was the president?" I asked.

Sonntag gave a twitch of the shoulder, and his shrewd sharp eyes twinkled. "Did I ask you that?" he queried. "Do you not remember?" iV/ "Can't say that I do," he replied. "It seems strange you should leave the city to engage in the practice of law in a small town like Twineburgh," I said, musingly. "Why strange?" was his curt question. "Oil, well, you are quite advanced in years, and, with your long experience, ought to have commanded a larger and more lucrative practice in a large place like Philadelphia tliau in a small country town."'

He did not reply for a few moments, but stood with a whimsical look on his face with his eyes turned toward the floor. "I became tired of city life," he finally said. "I have no family depending upon me, and so am at liberty to follow out any whim which happens to take possession of me. There is enough business here to enable a single man to live well, besides allowing him more leisure. I was looking for such a business, and— and found it in Twineburgh." "Well, jou certainly are an. udd fellow, if you will excuse me for saying so," I remarked, with a laugh. "Yes, I am rather odd."

When we reentered my bedroom, Sonntag's quick eye caught sight of the tools under my bed. "Going to cut through the floor?" lie asked. "That is what I intended to do. I'm going to know what is down there," I replied, decidedly.

Then I told liim about the noises I had heard which had seemed to come from beneath, the slamming of the door, and the pistol shot. I also told of the voices I had heard both in the attic and in my room, and all I had observed regarding them.

The old lawycT listened intently, and when I had finished walked to the window. "Do you suppose that the sound of the voices could in some wnv have come from the- telephone, wire/ I finally asked "I\ot being an electrical expert, 1 cannot say," Sonntag answered, turning from the window. "It seems impossible the voiccs could

be heard without the aid of a receiver," I remarked. "Perhaps there is a receiver both in your room and upstairs—not like the ones we are accustomed to, of course, but one formed by nature. Certainly there are possibilities in electric force which we have not yet discovered,. Y'on say the sounds occurred only when a wind was blowing which caused the wire to swing against the lightning rod?" "That was surmise, for I have had no opportunity to watch when the wind blew. But it scenic 1 the most natural explanation of the rappings."

And you had 110 way of ascertaining whether the sounds in your room here and in the attic were produced by the same voice and at the same time, or whether there were two voiccs independent of each other?" "Why, yoti know it was impossible for me to be in the attic and in my room too," I answered'. "Perhaps we may be given an opportunity to find out something about the voices," Sonntag said, with a gesture toward the window. "IIow do you mean?" I asked. "There is a thunderstorm coming up. It will undoubtedly be preceded by a wind," the old lawyer said. I "Yes, yes! How fortunate it Is that you are here!" I exclaimed, excitedly, for I comprehended his meaning. "Now yon remain here, and I will go up to the attic," I went on. "Each of us must note the exact time tho Bound is

heard. Wo had better compare watches, I BO that there shall be no difference in each one's estimate of the time."

I pulled out my watch and approached Sonntag. His hand went up to his vest pocket and he was about to follow my example, when upon our hearing camo that small, soft, high-pitched voice. I We stood gazing into each other's eyes for a moment, then 1 made a rush for the door.

The lawyer detained me, and in great impatience I waited. "Take paper and pencil with you," he said. "Jot down the words and indicata the raps in the exact order that they come. I will do the same with the words and pauses. Now go.".

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TO ]JE CONTINUKD. I

MACE.

Our streets are very blippery.

J. Walker.

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.loe Cheadle was here Monday.— The sick are slowly improving. Jay Harris sold his hogs Mi.nday. James Uuston was here Monday on business.

Mr. Craig, of 1 ndiauapolib, was here Tuesday. Sunday school here was well attended Sunday. I Zack Walker shipped a car load of I hay Wednesday. I James James is hauling baled hay for

L:nn & Edwards shipped a car load of hogs Tuesday. Warner Oaley was in town Tuesday in his new sleigh. '.*•..•

Rev Riley is visiting friends in Lafayette this week. Edwards & Armstrong were in Crawfordsville Monday.

Several of our neighbors are out cutting wood this week. Ode Woliver is staying with Tom Loekridge this winter.

Eli Burk has sold his beef shop and has gone to Terre Haute. Harry Lamou and George Lollis were here on business Mouday.

Sarah E Finch is visiting friends near Tiger Valley this week. Preaching was well attended here Sunday morning and evening.

Protracted meeting1 closed at Kings ley chapel Sunday with eleven aridi tions.

This slick gla/.e of ice caught several farmers out of wood and without their teams being rou£li shod.

Everybody is invited to attend the fi'ie Christmas tree here to night aud to-morrow night at Union Hill.

John Hugelheim and family, Theodore Johnson and family aud E Dice and fa uily ate dinner with G. Hugiet and wife Sunday.

Protracted meeting1 will begin at Walnut chapel the seer nd Sunday in February. Revs. Francis and Trotter will conduct the services.

Mondny being such a slippery day George Hugelheim fit ind nailed on seventy horse shoes Who can beat that for a young blacksmith1/

Rev. Riley will begin a series of meetings at this place Monday evening whii will probably intinue three weeks Everybody is invited to attend.

NUMBER THIRTY-FIVE. OUie G. ft' is M(ine better. Wheat look:* fine in this locality. Mr. Warren will move to Crawfordtville soon.

Our teacher and pupils had a fine time to-day. Uncle Elias Smith is in poor health this winter.

Stephen Stump is talking of getting a feed griuder. Abige Dawden fell and mashed his hip pretty badly.

Thomas Harwood has his new barn about com pie ted. Our supervisor is i.ot yet through working the road.

Milo Boll man visited friends in l'os sum Ridge over Suuday Corbin Hostetter made a living trip to Brown's Vallev Satur lay evening

We have been having some sleet and it is quite difficult for people to gei about.

Hidy Dawson and Bert Lnwellen are champion coon hunters. They stayed out all night and didn't get a coon.

EAST GARFIELD.

Falls are numerous. Christmas tree to-night'.* Our blacksmith is our busy man. Roy Cox returned to Rossville Monday.

Miss Rose Griest is visitiug her par 11 ts. Morty Mote visited relatives henSunday.

Ed Hoffman, of Kansas, was here Tuesday. Our schools will eiose to day for a week's vacation.

Now the gossips of our neighborhood can take a rest. Rev. Woody will fill his regular appointment here Suuday.

Eugene Owsley drew a bicycle in a lottery at Darlinton last week. Mrs. Mary liurk fell on the ice last Saturday and dislocated a wrist.

Walter Martin was ice bound for thret, days the first of the week Mr and Mrs. H. 11. Thornliurg have issued invitations for the marriage of their daughter. Artie, to VV. Allen Martin.

On Wednesday, Dec. 15, twentyeight men and hoys cut a iine lot of wood for the church, and the ladies of the neighborhood served a fine diuner in the church. our Sunday school elected the following officers last Sunday:

Supt.—C. Mote. See -—Josio McCoy. Treas —I'hema Koust. Organist—Artie Tliornburg. Librarian—Ashley Cox. It was learned last week that other things beside lightning would scare Bro. Campbell, the Oarlington scribe, when tho sight of a revolver in the hands of an angry woman scared liim so bad that he forgot he was a justice of the peace and asked Roe Miller for protection.

FLAT ROCK.

Kelley Hal I has been on tho sick list. Mrs. E Brewer marketed a number of turkeys at a good price.

Miss Carrie Hall attended and helped in the social at Trinity last week. To see all the domestic animals sliding down hill is a little funny but mote alarming.

Geo. Ha 6old a number of hops but was unhbie to deliver them Monday on account o' ilie ice.

Wtu. Sidener has a male black dog strayed or stolen. Any information in regard to it will be gladly received.

The yoiu people enjoyed the sleet if no one else oil, going across tho coimt.v ai where on skates or sleds.

A while tiorse lying at the roadside can ed Walter Sidener a broken wheel and aft and came near causing a serious accident

Emma 1'reibe planned a very sue? cessful surprise upon her sister, Etta, last Thursday evening, that being the latter's birthday. Fruits and candies were served

We wonder that after the Win?ato scribe lias passed years of his life at or near the county seat, he is not familiar with the beautiful scenery of Flat Rock and vicinity.

A broken down gravel wagon at tho dry branch bridge was fearful to behold to horseflesh and belated travelers. Fortunately no accident, but the woman would jump out

Geo Munns. Wrn Sidener, Win. Hurley and their families were entertained with a number of other relatives at the home of Arch Austin last Saturday in their usual elaborate and hospitable manner

This community was represented at the institute b? Eli Armantrout, E. Brewer. Wnv Sidener and their families. Much interest was manifested, plane new and old were discussed and i-ueh a eonferenee can not help but bo a hem fit, to the farmer, but we liavo one criticism to make. The farmeress is interested in chickens butter, etc and it Fcems that especial ptiins ought to be taken that eh day without fail something of benefit to them should be not only on tho programme but enough alternates planned for to take the pla:e of one univoidalby absent. The music suppl'ed by the girl's orche1 tra wis exce'lont

Two nnexplaini'ble things happened in our neighborhrod on the 10th: Will O'Neal. Jr was heH up or something of t.lie kind, at least after starting I10 failed to show up where he was expected Howard Munns either slipped and fell, rendering him unconscious and leaving liiin with a sk!nn"d face and cut. h«ad. or else he was gentlv tapped over by someone, perhaps by the ghost that, haunts the region a«".r'it Sugar Creek bridge. .1 ust what, hap"f ::i"d he doesn't know, but. he found himself a quarter of a mile ntvay with the marks of the fray upon him. lie was tiken home bv one of his friends and by morning wai all right except, the scars.

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