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k CLEW BY ME OH Aii imrajM Cnrrmil. BV HOWARD M. TO>T. Glancing up at me with his stupid stare, he, spoke. “When you want to send anything away by freight, have it at the station before nine o’clock in the morning,” he said, in the deliberating way of one who is compelled to manufacture a speech on the spur of the moment, “Is that all you wish to say to me? You did not come ail the way from Sidington to tell me that?” I inquired, caustically. “Why, no.” he began, glancing all around, as though seeking for his words in the surrounding objects. “1 —I thought perhaps you didn’t know — that—that—a —are you having a good time?” “A most enjoyable time indeed.”!exclaimed, enthusiastically, if somewhat sarcastically. "Just such a time as I needed—restful, quiet, and perfect peace." Just a trace of a smile seemed to flit across his face at my words. “Oh! then there is nothing the matter with the place?” he asked, curiously. I was considerably surprised at this question. “I should say not. What should be the matter with it?” I asked. “Some folks say it’s kind o’ queer like. Some say dead people use the house at nights for meetings.” he replied. sinking his voice down low, and glancing around nervously. “Is that so? Well, let them. As long as the dead ones don’t disturb me. I am sure I have no objection. What part of the house are the spirits supposed to frequent?" 1 asked, a thought of the walled cellar coming to me. The fellow seemed a trifle flustered. I thought, by my sudden question. He gave vent to a nervous laugh, and at the same time darted a sharp glance at me, which, momentary as it was. nevertheless was so different from his usual half-wondering stare that 1 was impressed by it. “Oh, I don’t know what part of the house is used by the spirits. How should I know?" There had been something irritating to me in the fellow, and. as there was a hint of insolence in his last words. I gave way to my impatience. “See here; you have given me some strange hints about my house." I began sternly; “now. then, you’ll please explain more fully what you mean. Mr. Hunter, or perhaps, I should say. Mr. Skinner.” I do not know what impelled me to add the name which Sonntag said was the correct one. but the effect on the fellow startled me considerably. His eyes grew staring, ami a terrified, hunted expression came over his face. Glancing furtively around and drawing back a step or two, his hand went to his hip-pocket. As the glint of a shining object caught my eye. I drew suddenly back to one side of the window, and the next instant a pistol report sounded cut. I stood still a moment, dumfounded by the attack, then dropped on my hands and knees and crept past the window to the table, in the drawer of which I had placed my pistol. Hastily grasping the weapon and noting that it was ready for use, 1 arose and approached the window, holding the pistol before me in readiness. “Two can play at your game, Mr. ” But I got no further. The man was nowhere to be seen. I hastened from the house and ran around, searching for him. but no trace could I discover. He had vanished completely. His sudden disappearance puzzled me. I soon gave up the search, put the pistol in my pocket, and started briskly up the road toward the Morley place. If the station agent was such a desperate fi How as to draw and shoot at a word, vi hat could Florence have to do with him ? It was strange that Sonntag should know the fellow’s right name and not know the danger attendant on calling him by it. My lawyer had seemed surprised when I stated that the fellow had told me his name was Hunter. In all probability Sonntag had addressed him by the name of Skinner many times, and the fellow had not resented it, or the lawyer would have mentioned the fact, Why, then, should he resent in so fierce and deadly a manner my use of his right name? Perhaps Florence could tell me something about Mr. Hunter, or Skinner. At least it was right I should warn her against him. With these thoughts flitting across my mind, I soon arrived at the Morleyhome, and. entering the gate, went up the long graveled walk. Before an opportunity was allowed me to ascend the steps leading to the piazza, my name was called. “Why. Mr. Conway!” It was Florence who called, and who on my turning toward her got out of a hammock. She was still dressed in her riding-habit, and as I approached I noticed her horse tied to a post near by. “Are you going riding again?” I asked. “In that case, pardon my intrusion.” “Papa and I usually ride at this time. lam waiting for him.” she said, with a touch of surprise; for I had spoken in rather formal tones. “Then I will defer my errand. Some

other time will answer just as well, per- . haps. Will you kindly tell me when I may have the pleasure of seeing you?” “What is it. Nelson? What can be the matter?” she asked, her brown ryes staring in astonishment. “Win you not speak now?” “Why, 1 can certainly. It is not very important. |wrhaps. I wish, to ask you what you know about the station agent

at Sidington. I have seen you talking with him on several occasions. What can one like you have to talk about with such a desperate villain!" Florence’s face turned' white. “Desperate villain?" she repeated, in a fearsome whisper. "Why, Nelson! Then I told of my recent talk with the scoundrel and his dastardly attempt to shoot me. Florence hearkened, with hands clasped across her Itosont, her ey es staring in terrified amazement. “Oh. do not be alarmed," I added. “He did not hit me. A miss is as good as a mile, you know.” | But she still stood gazing at me. doubt and fear upon her face, too dum- , founded to speak. Finally, she burst ' into tears, and, in a most pathetic way. held out her hands appealingly to me. I Stirred to the heart’s core by her ! grief. 1 caught, the dear form in my ! arms. Wondering what could be the cause of the sudden and overwhelming expression of sorrow, and heartily ashamed of myself for having addressed her in cold, formal tones, I sought with many endearing terms to console her. What is it. my love, that so distresses vou? Tell me abost it. You do not I •‘Desperate villain?" she repeated. know how happy it would make me to be allowed to share your troubles.” “I am troubled. Nelson, deeply' i troubled,” she replied, raising her tear- | stained face. “There are so many in- I explicable things going on about me, • so much mystery, such forebodings of j dreadful happenings, in my heart, that if it were not for your love existence would be misery. And now your own dear life is threatened, and all my fault, too. I cannot understand it at all. Why should anyone want to kill you? Oh. Nelson!” She laid her head against me. and I gently stroked the soft tresses which fell back behind her ear in such beautiful waves. For a few moments I could not answer. Her words startled me beyond e.xpressinon. What.inGod'sname. was there about this back-country place? Had its uncanny mysteries even entered my darling’s sweet life to taint its happiness ? “Do not give way to an unreasonable terror, dear heart,” I finally said. “What possible harm can reach you?” “It is not for myself that I am fearful. and I suppose it is unreasonable; but think. Nelson, if lie had shot vou!”

She shuddered, and then with an effort became calmer. "Do not worry about me. Be sure 1 am able to take care of myself; and forewarned is forearmed. What else is there? Tell me. You know you may ! count on my help and sympathy.” "Yes, yes, I know that. Nelson. And I do need your help. It seems as though I were walking blindfolded on the edge of a precipice.” The loved form nestled closer to me. It made me foolishly happy to hold her in my armsand know they were as a haven of refuge to her. •“Then, too,” Florence went on, “I am so worried about father.” “So you said yesterday. Have you any reason to be?” “Maybe not; at least I know of none, except that he is so changed of late. But a woman’s instinct often divines causes for worry when none are perceptible.” "You cannot mean that he is changed toward you?” “Oh. no, no! Not in his love for me. Indeed, there seems to be an augmented tenderness toward me. And it makes me feel as though, somehow, I was partly the cause of the trouble. Why, I know there is something worrying poor father. He is even change ing in appearance, and is becoming so haggard. There is some secret sorrow he is endurir.g. I spoke to him about it only the other day." "What answer did he give you?” I asked. “Just laughed, and said I was gifted with a vivid imagination." "There, you see, it must be onlybusiness worry. If it were anything regarding yourself, he would not make light of it.” Florence was partly comforted by my assurance. She glanced up into my face and smiled. But the troubled and perplexed look came back when she answered; “Perhaps it is as you say. But I cannot get it out of my head that Mr. Jackson is somehow connected with it all.” ■ Jackson? How could he affect y our hither's life so seriously?” I exclaimed. “I do not know. He used to come here frequently until lately. And after every visit father seemed to be sc troubled and worried.” Being satisfied in my own mind that the difference between Mr. Morley and

Jackson had arisen over business affairs, I sought to lead Florence away from a subject, which seemed to cause her distress. "And what can you tell me about the station agent at Sidington?’’ I asked. “Oh, Nelson! how puzzled 1 am over what you have told me! You say he tried to shoot you?” “Yes; but do not agitate yourself over that. He did not hit me. you know.” I answered. “But why should he want to shoot you?" she exclaimed. “That is as much a mystery to me as •to you. Who is the fellow, anyhow? Where did he come from? His real name, I understand, is Skinner.” “Yes, that is his real name,” was Florence's answer. “Why, what reason could he have had for telling me his name was Hunter? Tell me what you know about him, my dear,” I demanded, for I thought she really appeared somewhat reluctant to give me the desired information. “Florence, who is he?” “He is a detective,” she answered. “A detective! He! What is he doing about here?” I asked, in astonishment. “Promise me you will not breathe a word," Florence said, earnestly, holding up her forefinger in emphasis. “I promise solemnly.” “And promise you will not think me a very foolish girl?” “Never!” “Well, then, after the bank robbery I used to read all the papers to ascertain if the robbers had been discovered. The time went by, and you, poor boy, were still under the cruel suspicion. Why. Nelson, nearly all of your old friends believe you had a hand in the affair.” “Oh. I know that!” I answered, gloomily. “And I was foolish to give up the trust and love and confidence of the only true friend I seemed to have at that time," kissing the faithful girl's forehead. “Indeed you were foolish, and cruel, too,” Florence murmured. "Six months went by-, and you went to Europe. Nothing was discovered regarding the robbery; and, what was worse, nothing seemed to be done; in the matter. Every one seemed to have forgotten all about it, except that you were the guilty one; that was not forgotten. Oh. Nelson. I felt so sorry for you! I knew how honorable you were, and how heavy your heart must have been. So I made up my mind to do something myself.” “You!" I “Yes. It was foolish, I know, but I could not rest until I determined to try and clear you.” For a few moments my heart wJs too full for speech. “Apt! what did you do?” I asked, gently. “I did not want father to know, so I asked Mr. Jackson to send the best detective he knew of to me. Mr. Jackson seemed very kindly disposed toward you at that time; he did as I requested, I and asked me no questions about my I intentions.” “So you hired a detective to trace the ; robbers ?” “Yes.” "And that fellow Skinner—is he the one?” “Y'es. I suppose it was a foolish thing to do. for nothing seems to have come of it. although Mr. Skinner keeps telling me he is on the right track now, and will soon have them.”

“Foolish, was it? Oh, my darling!” I exclaimed, as I caught her hands in mine and gazed down into the sweet face. I could say no more then, choked as I was Iby my emotion. The noble, true-hearted girl! Impelled by her love for me and her absolute faith- in my integrity, undertaking alone to establish my innocence, while all the world remained indifferent! I saw the nobleness, the willingness to make sacrifice for her love, back of it all, and tears came into my eyes and a great thankfulness into my heart. What a fortunate fellow I was, after all, to be permitted to inspire such devotion! “But if Skinner is in your employ and therefore working in my interest, why should he endeavor to shoot me?” I finally remarked. “Oh, Nelson, I don’t know. I cannot understand it,” she replied, as deeplyperplexed as I was. “How does it happen that he is station agent at Sidington? Why does he remain here at all?” "Father procured the position for him at my request. The detective said it was the best place to watch the robbers from, for absolute secrecy was necessary , and no one would suspect the station agent at a retired place like Sidington of being a detective. Os course I did not tell father that the man for whom I desired the position was a detective.” I made no reply to her last words. Indeed, I could not. My mind was in a whirl. “It is all so mysterious, and now your dear life is threatened!" Florence exclaimed, the tears again coming to her eyes and falling down her cheeks. While again endeavoring to calm her the sound of approaching footsteps reached us. CHAPTER Nil. Mr. Morley came down the path from the house. At first he did not see us, and Florence called, which caused him to turn and approach. As he drew near his glance rested on me. Then he scanned his daughter's face anxiously. His face grew white, and a drawn expression came over it; he tottered in his walk, and seemed to keep upright by an effort of will. “Child, why have you tears in your ey es?" he asked, in low, husky tones. Then, without pausing for answer, he »-ont on; “p.*;—. into the house, daughter. I wish to speak to Mr. Con way. Change your habit if you wish I do not think I will be able to ride with y ou this morning.” , Oh. father, you are ill!” Florence I exclaimed, in deep concern. “What ii it? Do come with me into the hous<

and let me do something for you. In a loving way which was all her own she drew his arm through hers. The parent glanced down at the beautiful upturned face with solicitous love shining upon it, and his face lost some of its haggardness. He smiled and replied: “I am not ill, Horcnce. only a trifle worried. Do as 1 requeste , please.” t . . i ... In obedience she slowly withdrew, sending back to me an appealing glance. When she had gone I turned my gaze upon the father. There was no wonder that Florence had expressed concern for her parent. Even the momentary glimpse I had caught of him on the morning after my arrival showed me a change. And now that a closer inspection was possible, the difference between the Mr. Morley of a year ago and the man now standing before me was startlingly apparent. He certainly looked like a sick man. "You had better sit down, sir, ’ I said, in commiseration for his weakness. Mr. Morley sank down upon a rustic seat and I 'remained standing before him, awaiting his words with emotions alternating between hope and fear. “J—l have lost somewhat of late — business reverses,” he murmured. Then, suddenly fixing his eyes on my face in a searching glance, he said: “My daughter was weeping. What was the reason? What did you say to het to cause her tears?” “It was her own tender heart that caused her to weep," I replied, after a pause, during which I considered what answer I should make. For it did not seem right to add any fresh trouble to the already overburdened man. He regarded me with a questioning look, and 1 added: “She was sorry, sir. that my innocence has not been established. This was partly the cause for her tears. I am deeply grateful for her tender sympathy.” “Oh!” The hard lines of his face relaxed; he drew a long breath. "She thinks very highly of you, Conway. ’ “Your words give me the keenest pleasure, Mr. Morley, and offer me an opportunity to lay before you a subject which may prove unpleasant,” 1 said, eagerly. (To be continued.)

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Whil« in the neighltorhood of Kngby, Indiana. recently. ■ reporter w«« told that Mis- Clara Hopkins.daughter ot Mr Dennis Hopkins, a prominent fanner ot B.irtho-; lomew County, had Iteen the eubjwt 1,1 “ remarkable transformation. Ihe reporter decided to investigate and learn the particulars. He »><•- driven to Mr. Hopkina ( splendid country home, where he had an interesting conversation with that gentleman regarding the illness of hi" only daughter. | "You have been correctly informed said, Mr. Hopkins, "for Clara has indeed had a | severe siege. She tried Dr. Williams link Pill* for Pale People him! they <hd her more g,cd than all other medicines together that she ever took. A few boxes ot that medicine | accomplished the cure of a <a-e in a tew months which had baffled pnysicians for "About three years ago her health Iwsnii to fail The doctor whoattended her said this : was caused by weak digestion. This produced nervousness.which was accompanied by neuralgic troubles, which at first was located in i the nerves almnt the heart. Os course this was a dangerous location for any such trouble, and she rapidly grew worse, notwithstanding that the physician was treating her. This; continued till a year ago hist November, .a which time she was almost constantly confined to her bed. “The neuralgia became gradually worse, | arid finallv she was a confirmed victim to it. “ Nervous prostration set in, and she was soon all run down. Her Idmwl was impure

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