Evening Republican, Volume 20, Number 66, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 17 March 1916 — Page 3

THE THOUSANDTH

WOMAN

Author of “6heAMATEUR CRACKSMAN. RAFFLES. Etc. n niusn?Ar/c^g HT o. A ACC R??

CHAPTER Xlll—Continued. < - 12 - Bnd yet he seemed to make no secret of it; and yet—it did explain his whole conduct since landing, as Toys had said. She could only shut her eyes to what must have happened, even as Casuist himself had shut his all this wonderful week, that she had forgotten all day in her ingratitude, but would never, in all her days, forget again! “There won’t be another case," she heard herself saying, while her thoughts ran ahead or lagged behind like sheep. Tt’ll never come out—l know it won’t" “Why shouldn’t itf® he asked so sharply that she had to account for the words, to herself as well as to Mm. "Nobody knows except Mr. Toye, and he means to keep It to himself." “Why should he?” “I don’t know. He’ll tell you him•elf." "Are you sure you don’t know? What can he have to tell me? Why should he screen me, Blanche?" His eyes and voice were furious with suspicion, but still the voice was lowered. o . “He’s a Jolly good sort, you know,” said Blanche, as if the whole affair •was the most ordinary one in the world. But heroics could not have driven the sense of her remark more forcibly home to Cazalet "Oh, he is, is he?” “I’ve always found him so." "So have I, the little I’ve seen of Mm. And I don’t blame him for getting on my tracks, mind you; he’s a bit of a detective, I was fair game, and he did warn me in a way. That’s why I meant to have the week —” He stopped and looked away. "I know. And nothing can undo that" she only said; but her voice swelled with thanksgiving. And Caza let looked reassured; the hot suspicion died out of his eyes, but left them •gloomily perplexed. “Still, I can’t understand it. I don’t believe it, either! I’m in his hands. What have I done to be saved by Toye? He’s probably scouring Lon don for me —if he isn’t watching this window at thlsmtnutef" went to the curtains as he spoke. Simultaneously Blanche sprang up, to entreat him to fly while he could That had been her first object in coming to him as she bad done, and yet, once with him, she had leftlt to the Jast! And now it was too late; he was at the window, chuckling significantly to himself; he had opened it, and he was leaning out. ‘That you, Toye, down there? Come up and show yourself! I want to see,, you.” He turned in time to dart in front of the folding doors as Blanche reached them, white and shuddering. The flush of Impulsive bravado fled from his face at the sight of hers. “ You can’t go In there. What’s the matter?” he whispered. “Why should you be afraid of Hilton Toye?" How could she tell him? Before she

had found a word, the landing door opened, and Hilton Toye was in the room, looking at her. “Keep your voice down,” said Cazalet’ anxiously. "Even if it’s all over with me but the shouting, we needn’t ■tart the shouting here!” He chuckled savagely at the jest; and now Toye stood looking at him. ‘Tve heard all you’ve done," continued Cazalet. “I don’t blame you a bit. If it had been the other way about, I might have given you less run for your money. I’ve heard what you’ve found out about my mysterious movements, and you’re .absolutely right as far as you go. You don’t know why I took the train at Naples, and traveled across Europe without a handbag. It wasn’t quite the put-up job you may think. But, if It makes you any happier, I may as well tell you that I was at Uplands that night, and I did get out through the foundations!” The insane impetuosity of the man was his master now. He was a living fire of impulse that had burst into a blaze. “I always guessed you might be crazy, and I now know it,” said Hilton Toye. "Still, I judge you’re not so crazy as to deny that while you were In that house you strUek down Henry Craven and left him for dead?” Cazalet stood like red-bet stone. _ "Miss Blanche.” said Toye, turning to her rath'er shyly, **l guess I can’t do what I said just yet. I haven't breathed a word, not yet, and perhaps I never will, if you’ll come away with me now—back to your home—and never see Henry Craven’s murderer again!” "And who may he be?” cried a voice that brought all three facegbout ■ - - > ■ The folding-doors had opened, and a fourth figure was standing between

CHAPTER XIV. :— —a ■ - ; —•-- Th* Person Unknown. The intruder was a shaggy elderly Man. of so cadaverous as aspect that

by ERNEST W. HORNUNG

hie face alone cried for his death-bed; and his gaunt frame took up the cry, as it swayed upon the threshold in dressing-gown and bedroom slippers that Toye instantly recognized as belonging to Cazalet. The man had a shock of almost white hair, and a less gray beard clipped roughly to a point An unwholesome pallor marked the fallen features; and the envenomed eyes burned low in their sockets, as they dealt with Blanche but fastened on Hilton Toye. "What do you know about Henry Craven’s murderer?” he demanded In a voice between a croak and a crow. "Have they run in some other poor devil, or were you talking about me? If so, Til start a libel action, and call Cazalet and that lady as witnesses!" “This is Scruton," explained Cazalet, “who was only liberated this evening after being detained a week on a charge that ought never to have been brought, as I’ve told you both all along.” Scruton thanked him with a bitter laugh. "I’ve brought him here," concluded Cazalet, “because I don’t think he’s fit enough to be about alone.” "Nice of him, isn’t it?” said Scruton bitterly. “I’m so fit that they wanted to keep me somewhere else longer than they’d any right; that may be why they lost no time in getting hold of me again. Nice, considerate, kindly country! Ten years isn’t long enough to have you as a dishonored guest. ’Won’t you come back for another week, and see if we can’t arrange for a nice little sudden death and burial for you?’ But they couldn’t you see. blast ’em!” He subsided into the best chair in the room, which Blanche had wheeled up behind him; a moment later he looked round, thanked her curtly, and lay back with closed eyes until suddenly he opened them on Cazalet “And what was that you were saying—that about traveling across Europe and being at Uplands that night? I thought you came round by sea? And what night do you mean?” “The night it all happened,” said Cazalet steadily. “You mean the night some person unknown knocked Craven on the head?” "Yes.” The sick man threw himself forward in the chair. "You never told me this!" he cried suspiciously; both the voice and the man seemed stronger.

"There was no point in telling you.” "Did you see the person?" “Tes.” “Then he Isn’t unknown to you?” “I didn’t seq him well.” Scruton looked sharply at the two mute listeners. They were very intent indeed. "Who are these people, Cazalet? No! I know one of ’em,” he answered himself in the next breath. “It’s Blanche Macnair, isn’t it? I thought at first it must be a younger sister grown up like her. You’ll forgive prison manners, Miss Macnair, if that’s still your name. You look a woman to trust —if there is one—and you gave me your chair. Anyhow, you’ve been in for a penny and you can stay in for a pound, as far as I care! But who’s your Amer*can friend, Cazalet?” “Mr. Hilton Toye, who spotted that I’d been all the way to Uplands and back when I claimed to have been in Rome!” There was a touch of Scruton’s bitterness in Cazalet’s voice; and by some subtle process it had a distinctly mollifying effect on the really embittered man. "What on earth were you doing at Uplands?” he asked, in a kind of confidential bewilderment “I went down to see a man.” Toye himself could not have cut and measured more deliberate monosyllables. _ “Craven?" suggested Scruton. “No; a man I expected to find at Craven’s.” “The writer of the letter you found at Cook’s office in Naples the night you landed there, I guess!” It really was Toye this time, and there was no guesswork in his tone. Obviously he was speaking by his little book, though he had not got it out again. “How do you know I went to Cook’s?” *T know every step you took between the Kaiser Fritz and Charing Cross and Charing Cross and the Kaiser Fritz!” Scruton listened to this interchange with keen attention, hanging on each man’s lips with his sunken eyes; both .took it calmly, but Scruton’s surprise was not hidden by a sardonic grin. "You’ve evidently had a stern chase with a Yankee clipper!’’ said be. "If he’s right about the letter, Cazalet, I should say so; presumably it wasn’t from Craven himself?” ' “No ” to Craven’s house?” "Well—to the back of his house! I expected to meet my man on the river.” “Was that how you missed him more or less?” . '

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*1 suppose it was." Scruton ruminated a tittle, broke Into his offensive laugh, and checked ft instantly of his own accord. "This fa really interesting," he croaked. "You get to London—at what time was it?" “Nominally three-twenty-five; but the train ran thirteen minutes late," said Hilton Toye. "And you’re on the river by what time?” Scruton asked Cazalet T walked over Hungerford bridge, took the first train to Surbiton, got a boat there, and Just dropped down with the stream. I don’t suppose the whole thing took me very much more than an hour." “Aren’t you forgetting something?” said Toye. "Yes. I was. It was I who telephoned to the house and found that Craven was out motoring; so there was no hurry.”

"Yet you weren’t going to see Henry Craven?” murmured Toye. Cazalet did not answer. His last words had come in a characteristic burst; now he had bls mouth shut tight, and his eyes were fast to Scruton. He might have been in the wit-ness-box already, a doomed wretch cynically supposed to be giving evidence on his own behalf, but actually only baring his neck by Inches to the rope, under the Joint persuasion of Judge and counsel. But he had one friend by him still, one who had edged a little nearer in the pause. “But you did see the man you went to see?” said Scruton. Cazalet paused. T don’t know. Eventually somebody brushed past me in the dark. I did’think then—but I can’t swear to him even now!" "Tell us about It.” “Do you mean that, Scruton? Do you insist on hearing all that happened? I’m not asking Toye; he can do as he likes. But you, Scruton—you’ve been through a lot, you know—you ought to have stopped in bed —do you really want this on top of all?” “Go ahead," said Scruton. “I’ll have a drink when you’ve done; somebody give me a cigarette meanwhile." Cazalet supplied the cigarette, struck a match, and held It with unfaltering hand. The two men’s eyes met strangely across the flame. "I’ll tell you all exactly what happened; you can believe me or not as you like. You won’t forget that I

“What Do You Know About Henry Craven’s Murderer?”

knew every inch of the ground—except one altered bit that explained itself.” Cazalet turned to Blanche with a significant look, but she only drew an inch nearer still. “Well, it was in the little creek, where the boathouse is, that I waited for my man. He never came —by the river. I heard the motor, but it wasn’t Henry Craven that I wanted to see, but the man who was coming to see him. Eventually I thought I must have made a mistake, or he might have changed his mind and come by road The dressing-gong had gone; at least I supposed it was that by the time. It was almost quite dark, and I landed and went up the path past the back premises to the front of the house. So far I hadn’t seen a soul, or been seen by one, evidently; but the French windows were open in what used to be my father’s library, the room was all lit up, and-just as I got there a man ran out into the flood of light and —” —— “I thought you said he brushed by you in the dark?” interrupted Toye. "I was in the dark; so was he in another second; and no power on earth would induce me to swear to him. Do you want to hear the rest, Scruton, or are you another unbeliever?” “I want, to hear every word — mdfo than ev,er!” (TO BE CONTINUED.)

Poor Speculation.

In theory it is good to go about shedding sunshine and making two smiles grow where one groan grew before, but in practice the pursuit is sometimes unpleasantly painful. Should you, at the dinner- table in the boarding house which you infest, humorously request the waitress to fetch you:* few capsules in which to take your butter, or inform the landlady that she does not, really keep her boarders longer than any other reduced gentlewoman in that part of town, but instead keeps them so much thinner that they look longer, you may win a vaw nale smiles from your fellow XLT kl U>. AM »' th. sion will soak you two dollars more per week tor your wit—Kansas City Star.

Apt to Be Costly.

Wife —Oh. Torn, 1 dreamed last night that yen bought me a beautiful automobile. Hub —Good heavens! You’ll ruin me with your extravagant dreams.

MIDGETS SHINE ON BASEBALL DIAMOND

Bunch of Small Men Making Good in Big Leagues.

A man big in stature makes a fine appearance on the pitching mound for a major league club. Until a couple of years ago most big league pilots, no matter how long a record a minor recruit might possess, would pass him up If he did not measure up to the physical standard, But things are-chang-ing now and next year will see a bunch of small men getting tryouts. It was little Dick Rudolph that helped win the world’s title for the Boston Braves last year. No better heavers could be asked for than Kilroy. Griffith, Cunningham, Corcoran and a lot of the old school, who forced recognition against big handicaps. The big man does not always show the most speed. Al Mamaux is the lightest pitcher on the Pittsburgh Pirate staff, yet he can throw a ball with the greatest speed. Little fellows are showing well in other parts of the game, too, such as Bush, Mclnnis, Maranville, Liebold and a lot of real stars. Tommy Leach is a small man, although he was considered a sort of freak when first placed in the outfield. A little man can show just as much value as a big fellow. Eddie Collins Is small in stature, but he looks mighty large in figures. Ray Collins of the Boston Red Sox says that Eddie Collins is the hardest man in the American league to pitch to on account of his size. He stands up close to the plate, allowing no chance to work the corners, and then he will wait like & hawk. Little Fritz Malsel of the New York Yankees Is one of the fastest men on bases in the country.

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HUB PERDUE HAS GONE

Passing of Baseball Comedian* and Pitcher Is Regretted. True Bon of Dixie and Bom to Baek In Warmth of Sunshine —Probably Worst Batter in Game and the Beet Story Toller. The passing of Hnb Perdue, who has forsaken the baseball arena to assume charge of his property tn Texas is regretted by fan and player alike. Hub la a true son of Dixie, born to bask in the warmth of the sunshine, and it was the great misfortune of his life that he was forced to spend the greater portion of his major league career as a member of the Braves tn cold, bleak Boston. Hub Is no less famous for his ability to tell 8 good story than he is tor his strength in the pitcher’s box or his ludicrous weakness at the plate. Perdue was probably the worst batter in the history of baseball, and the best story teller. Here is a yarn spun by Hub at the time of his transfer from the Braves, then a Joke aggregation, to the St. Louis Cards. ■ “Sab, I done heard a gentleman remark as how these yere Braves were a fighting team. Huh! Why the only thing I ever saw *um fight was the ball. Yas, sah, dat’s so. I’m Jus’ agwine to tell you all that they was ferocious like an oyster. Suttenly they was the periltest lot of ball players I ever see. * "One day down yonder In Pittsburgh I was a’-pitchlng my head off and the sco’ was sto 2 agin us. Come our half of the seventh and the fust three bat-

Hub Perdue.

ters get on. It was my turn to hit and I figures I’m due cause I ain’t had no hit since the spring befo’. 1 went a’-runnlng to' my bat and, man alive, I spe'et I’d Jus’ ’bout make a home run and be a hero. I gita my war club and starts fo’ the plate when I detects the Pittaburgh players earning in, an’ all a-laughin*. “Yas, sah. Dog my cats if ever one of those base runners hadn’t done gone and let those Pittsburgh fellows _ 1- tha haoa find *lllll pusn um oneu tut? ungo out And worser still, everyone that was ketched was ’pologlzing for bein tn the way an’ interfering."

LITTLC PICKUPS - OFSPOPT ■ Ed Geers has given marks to fortysight 2:10 trotters, which is ths record. __ e e • George F. Slosson has accepted a position as billiard instructor at the City dub, Boston. Walter Cox drove in 132 races over various courses in light harness circuits last season. e • • Rube Oldring, who announced hi* retirement last fall, ha* signed a 1916 contract with C. Mack. The Southern Intercollegiate Athletic association embrace*-in it* membership thirty institution*. ~~y~' “What is the lightweight limit?” a fan asked the St. Louis Post-Dispatch. "Freddy Welsh,” was the answer. —Canadian sportsmen who enlisted in the wsr have been gazetted as the One Hundred and Eightieth battalion. Dr, W. G. Kendall has been elected preddent of the Boston Bicyde dub for the twenty-eighth consecutive yew. Connie Mack has eighteen pitchers, five catchers, ten infielders and itfxoutfielders with which to construct a winning team Oils season. ♦ • • Fred Toney, pitcher. Lays he wfil win twenty-five games next season. Evidently he does not expect to pitch for the Cincinnati Reds again. - ; .'TT 7; kifT/S Charley White, the Chicago lightweight boxer, has registered sixteen knockouts in his last 33 contests, extending over a period of over two rears.