Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 31, Number 313, 8 December 1906 — Page 7

The Richmond Palladium, Saturday, December 8, 1906.

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dlil not aerompany them. Jinny, 10 has jairli an innocent air on the M?t, took my place anl promenaded and dotvn the block just to Bee that K Moore did not make too much uble. And it' was vrell she did so. though he was not at home I bad sen the hour of his afternoon ridenew manservant vran, and he no ner perceired this crowd of urchins klnff for the onoosite bouse than he Lhed nt them and would hare scat-1 ed them far and wide in a twinUS if the demure dimples of my litnlly h-.d not come into play and tracted his attention so completely to make him forpet the throng of Kempt hoodlums who seemed bound invade his master's property, Mie lookine for Mr. Moore s house, she

i him. Did he know Mr. Moore and quest, ana wnue :mss xuttie. stiu rebouse, which was somewhere near, mained at liberty it was a circumhis new, great, big house, where j scribed liberty which must have been horrible things took place of which very galling to one of her temperament

h lxad read in the papers, but his litoid house, which she had heard was to be for rent and which she usht would be Just the right size herself and mother. Was that it? at dear little place all smothered In ies? How' lovely! And what would 1 rent be. did he think, and had it a k?k yard with garden room enough her to raise picks and nasturtiums. I so on, and so on, while be stared th delighted eyes and tried to put in hvord edgewise, and the boys well. y went through that strip of grass Just ten minutes. My brave little Tho finding ml th riatf any had just declared with her most zuisu smne mat sue wouia run oome Id tell her mother all about this eetest of sweet little places when a but rose from the other side of the eet. and that collection of fifteen or enty boys scampered away as if nd, shouting In joyous echo of the ly at their head: It's to be chicken, heaping plates of cream and sponge cake." By which token she knew that the fg had been found. m When they brought this ring to me I puld not have exchanged places with y man on earth. As Jinny herself hs curious enough to stroll along out this time. I held it out where we th could see it and draw our concluns. , t was a plain gold circlet set with a t bgle small ruby It was cut through ' d twisted out of shape just as I had tlcipated.- How could I learn the rv of that rnz and the possible kmection between It and Mr. Jeffrey's I bfessed lealousv of his wife and the J appointing honeymoon which had lowed their ir.arriasre? That this ling on his part had antedated the iibassador's ball no one could quesJn. but that it had started as far back the wedding day was a new Idea to . and one which suggested many Isslbiliiles. Could this idea be estabIhed. and If so how? Hut one avenue Inquiry offered itself. The waiter. ho had been spirited away so curiIsly immediately after the wedding, Ight be nb"vo give tis some lnformaJn on this interesting point. He had Jen the wedhna of the messages .ealth and . eauty Beauty is the external roof kf health; with failing realth omes failing beauty, n's delicate organism om-fre-Sucntly over-taxed by ousehold duties, and lands of society. T duous e uce contant dram upon her vitality K-eakens her nervous f system. ine penalty is a tires, worn)ut, exhausted condition which Xestroys her appetite, obs her Jf rest, and at interv causes nuch sufferingvand distress. V hen these conditio s exist, he weakened nerve must be trcnothened. Dr.'SJile 'Nervine Will do this. It stimulates the etion of all the organs, brings efreshing sleep, and drives way that look of care. "1 have taJcen Dr. Milts RMtnr)! verrlne for year, as did my mother fore mo. Whenever I fel tired, rom-out. or have headache. I always nko the Nervine and It strengthens le. I consider It a rrent remedy for errouanesn or debility." MLXitS. U. FREDERICK. Canton, Ohio. Dr. Miles Nervine to sold by your Trugolat, who will guarantee that the Iraf lottle will benefit. If it fails, ho kill refund your money. Uiles Medicel Co., Elkhart, Ind

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KATHARINE GREEN, which had passed between her and Mr. Jeffrey just prior to the ceremony; afterward he had hf-en seen talking ) earnestly to that jrntleoian and later I with her. Certainly it would add to j our understanding of the situation to j know what reply she had sent to the peremptory demand made upon her at j so critical a time an understanding so : desirable that the very prospect of it ; was almost enough to warrant a jour ney to Tampa. Yet. say that the refults were disappointing, how much time lost and what a sum of money! I felt the need of advice in this crisis, yet hesitated to ask it. My cursed pride and my no less cursed jealousy of Durbin stood very much in my way at this titae. A week had now passed since the inand habits. fche rode and she walked, but she entered no house unattended nor was she allowed any communication with Mr. Jeffrey. Nevertheless she saw him or at least gave him the : opportunity of seeing her. Each day at 3 o'clock she rode through IC street, and the detective who watched Mr. Jeffrey's house said that she never passed it without turning her face to the second story window, where he in- j variably stood. No signs passed be- j tween them indeed they scarcely nod- j ded but her face as she lifted it to ! meet his eye showed so marked a se- j renlty and was so altogether beautiful j that this same detective had a desire to see if it maintained like characteristics when she was not within reach j of her brother-in-law. Accordingly the j next day he delegated bis place to an- : other and took his stand farther down the street. Alas, it was not the same j woman's face he saw, but a far differ- I ent and sadder one. She wore that look of courage and brave hope only in Jeffrey aeea Mlaa Tutfle from hie window. -1 pawing Mr. Jeffrey's house. Was it simply an expression of her secret devotion to him, or the signal of some compact which. had been entered into between them? Whichever It was, It touched my heart even in his description of it. After advising with Jinny, I approached the superintendent, to whom without further reserve I opened my heart. The next day I found myself on the train bound for Tampa, with full authority to follow Curly Jim until I found him. CHAPTER XIX. WHEN I started on this desperate search after a witness, war had been declared, but no advance as yet ordered on Cuba. I wandered from one end of tn - e camP to the other till I finally encounierea a peiiy omcer wno gave ot ueinS a rovgn naer. min x sPPea ana, witn some mm or my business, asked where James Calvert coma pe rouna. juis answer was a stare ana a ges ture toward the hospital tents. Nothing could have astonished me more "Sick?" I cried. "Dying." was his answer. Dying! Curly Jim! Impossible! I had misled my informant as to the exact man I wanted, or else there were two James Calverts in Tampa. Curly Jim, the former cowboy, was not the fellow to succumb in camp before ho had ever smelt powder. "U Is James Calvert of the First volunteer corps I am after," said I. "A rdy fellow Xo doubt, no doubt. Many sturdy ellows are down. He's down to stay. Typhoid, you know. Bad case. No hope from the start. Pity, but" I heard no more. Dying! Curly Jim! lie who was considered to be Immune, lie who held the secret "Let me see him," I demanded. "It Is Important a police matter. A word from him may save a life. lie is still breathing?" "Yes, but I do not think there is any chance of his speaking. He did not recognize his nurse Bve minutes ago." As bad as that! But I did not despair. I did not dare to. I had staked everything on this Interview, and I was not going to lose its promised results from any lack of effort on my own part. "Let me see him," I repeated. I was taken in. The few persons I saw clustered about a narrow cot in one corner gave way, and I was cut The petty effiaer to the heart to see that they did this not so much out of consideration for me or my errand there as from the consciousness that their business at the bedside of this dying man was over. He was on tbe point of breathing his last. I pressed forward, end after one quick scrutiny of the closed eyes and pale face I knelt at his side nd whispered a name into his ear. It was that of Veronica Moore.

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threshold of death, some emotion we never knew what one drew him back for an instant, and the pale cheek showed a suspicion of color. Though the eyes did not open, the lips moved, and I caught these words: "Kpt word told no one she was so" And that was all. He died the next instant. Bending under this stroke of Providence, I passed out. A little Loy was

The death Curly Jim f sobbing at the tent door. I stared at him curiously and was hurrying on when I felt myself caught by the hand. Take me with you," cried a choked and frightened voice in my ear. "I have no friend here now he is gone. Take me back to "Washington." Washington , I turned and looked snnf1 t fh 4iorof the tenf. was clutch- , - - - - - - i ing me with imploring hands. ! "Who are you?" I asked, "and how came you here? Do you belong to the army?" "I helped care for his horse," he whispered. "He found me smuggled on board the train for I was bound to go to war and he was sorry for me and used to give me bits of his own rations, but but now no one will give me anything. Take me back; she won't care. She's dead, they say. Besides, I wouldn't stay here now If she was alive and breathing. I have had enough of war since he Oh, he was good to me I never cared for any one so much." I looked at the boy with an odd sensation for which I have no name. "Whom are you talking about?" I asked. "Your mother your sister?" "Oh, nor The tone was simplicity itself. "Never had no mother. I mean the lady at the big house; the one that was married. She gave me money to go out of Washington, and, wanting to be a soldier, I followed Curly Jim. I didn't think he'd die; he looked so strong What's the matter, sir? Have I said anything I shouldn't?" I had him by the arm. I fear that I was shaking him. "The lady!" I repeated. "She who was married who gave you money. Wasn't it Mrs. Jeffrey?" j "Yes, I believe that was the name of j the man she married. I didn't know : him, but I saw her" "Where? And why did she give you money? I ' will take you home with me if you tell me the truth about it." The bey who ran away from the floriai'a He glanced back at the tent from j which I had slightly drawn him and j a hungry look crept into his eyes. "Well, It's no secret now," he mut- J tered. "He used to say I must keep i my mouth shut, but he wouldn't say ! so now If he knew I could get home by telling. He used to be sorry for me, he used. What do you want to know?" "Why Mrs. Jeffrey gave you money ; to leave Washington." f The boy trembled, drew a step away j and then came back, and under those ; hot Florida skies in the turmoil of de- j parting troops I heard these words: "Because I heard what she said to j Jim." I felt my heart go down, then up, up. beyond anything I had ever experienced in my whole life. The way before me was not closed then. A witness yet remained, though Jim was dead. The boy was oblivious of my emotion. He was staring with great mournfulness at the tent. -And what was that?" said I. His attention, which had been wandering, came back, and It was with some surprise he said: "It was not much. She told him to take the gentleman into the library. But it was the library where men died, and he just went and died there, too, you remember, and Jim said he wasn't ever going to speak of It, and so I promised not to neither, but but when do you think you will be starting, sir?" I did not answer him. I was feeling very queer, as men feel, I suppose, who in some crisis or event recognize an unexpected interposition of Providence. "Are you the boy who ran away from the florist's in Washington?" I Inquired when ready to speak. "The boy who delivered Miss Moore's bridal bouquet?" "Yes, sir. I let go of his hand and sat down. Surely there was a power greater than J chance pnTPrnfnc thi mnttrr Throii!'h

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f knowledge? "Mrs. Jeffrey, or Miss Moore, as she j was thPu. told Jim to seat the gentle man ik tne library, I now saia. "Why? "I do not know. He told her the gentleman's name, and then she whispered him that. I heard her, and that was why I got money too. But it's all gone now. Oh, sir, when are you going back?" I started to my feet Was it in answer to this appeal or because I realized that I had come at last upon a clew calling for immediate action?

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we taae leaves inside or ten minutes. My business here is over.

CHAPTER XX. rHE peremptory demand for an interview which had been lek iivered to Miss Moore during the half hour .ireeedinj? her marriage had come not from the bridegroom, as I had supposed, but from the so called stranger, Mr. Pfelffer. For nil this proof that Mr. Pfeiffer was veil known to her. if not to the rest of the bridal nr. rtr. no acknowlednicnt of tin's was made by any of ; them then or afterward, nor any cortraduction given either by husband or f wife to the accepted theory that this ( seemins strancrer from the west had gone into tills fatal room or the Moores to gratify his own morbid curiosity. , On the contrary, an extraordinary effort was immediately made by Mr. Jeffrey to rid himself of the only witnesses who could tell the truth concerning those fatal ten minutes, but this brought no peace to the miserable wife,' who never again saw a really huppy moment. Extraordinary efforts at concealment argue extraordinary causes for fear. Fully to understand the circumstances of Mrs. Jeffrey's death, it would be necessary first to know what bad happened in the Moore house when Mr. Jeffrey learned from Curly Jim that the man, whose hold upon his bride had been such that he dared to demand an interview with her just as she was on the point of descending to her nuptials, had been seated, or was about to be seated, in the room where death had ouee held its court and misht easily be persuaded to hold court again. The encouragement afforded me by my late discoveries was such that I felt confident that nothing could hinder my success save the necessity of completely pulling down the house. Besides, all investigation had hitherto started, if it had not ended, in the library. I was resolved to begin work in quite a different spot. I had not forgotten the sensations I had ex perienced in the southwest chamber. j During my absence this bouse had j been released from surveillance. But ; the major still held the keys, and I had j no difficulty in obtaining them. The ( next thing was to escape its ownr's j vigilance. This I managed to do through the assistance of Jinny, and j when midnight came and ajl lights went out in the opposite cottage I entered boldly upon the scene. As before, I went first of all to the library. I wished to make certain that I had exhausted every suspected as well as every known clew to tbe Information I sought. In my long journey home and the hours of thought it had forced upon me I had more than once been visited by flitting visions of things seen In this old house and afterward nearly forgotten. Among these was the book which on that first night of hurried search had given proofs of being in some one's hand within a very short period. The attention I had given it at a moment of such haste was necessarily cursory, and when later a second opportunity was granted me of looking into it again I had allowed a very slight obstacle to deter me. This was a mistake I was anxious to rectify. Anything which had been touched with purpose at or near the time of so mysterious a tragedy and the position of this book on a shelf so high that a chair was needed to reach it proved that it had been sought and touched with purpose held out the promise of a clew which one on so blind a trail as myself could not afford to ignore. But when I bad taken the book down and read again its totally uninteresting and unsuggestive title and by another ; reference to its dim and faded leaves i found that my memory had not played j me false and that It contained nothing ! but stupid and wholly irrelevant j statistics, my confidence In it as a j possible aid in the work I had in hand I departed Just as it had on the previous I occasion. I was about to put it back i on the shelf, when I bethought me ! of running my hand in behind the two , books between which it had stood. Ah, that was it! Another book lay flat against the wall at the back of the j shelf; by the removal of those in front ' I was enabled to draw this book out. I soon sav why it had been relegated to such a remote place of concealment on the shelves of the Moore library. It was a collection of obscure memoirs written by an Englishwoman, but an Englishwoman who had been in America during: tbe early part of the century and vrho bad been brought more or less into contact with the mysteries connected with the Moore house in Washington. Several passages were marked, one particularly, by a heavy pencil line running the length of the margin. As the name of Moore was freely scattered through these passages as well as through two or three faded newspaper clippings which I discovered pasted on the inside cover, I lost no time in setting about their perusal. The following extracts are from tbe book itself, taken in tbe order In which I found them marked: "It was about this time that I spent a week in the Moore house, that grand and historic structure concerning which and Its occupant so many curious rumors are afloat. I knew nothing then of its discreditable fame, but from the first moment of my entrance Into its ample and well lighted halls I experienced a sensation which I will not call dread, but which certainly was far from being the Impulse of pure delight which the graciousness of my hostess and the imposing character of the place itself were calculated to produce. This emotion was bnt transitory, vanishing, as was natural In the excitement of my welcome and the extraordinary interest I took in Callista Moore, who In those days was a most fascinating little body. Small to the point of appearing diminutive and lacking all assertion in manner and bearing, she was nevertheless such a lady that she easily dominated all who approached her and produced, quite against her will, I am sure, an impression " of aloofness, seasoned with kindness, which made her a most surprising and entertaining study to the analytic observer. Her position as nominal mistress of an establishment already accounted one of the finest In Washington the real owner, Reuben Moore, preferring to live abroad with his french wife gave to her least action an Importance whleh her shy if not appeallag looks, and a certain strained expression most difficult to characterize, vainly attempted to con

ana soon gave up tne anempi, 6ui o. admiration held firm, and by the time j the evening was half over I was her! obedient slave. I think from what I ? know of her now that she would have preferred to be mine. i "I was p- to sleep in a great chamber which i afterward heard called? The Colonel's Own. It was very !

grand and had a great bed in it almost royal in its size and splendor. I believe that I shrank quite unaccount ably from this imposing piece of furni- ' tore when I first lookM at it. it seemed f so big and so out of proportion to my slim little body. But. admonished by 5 the look which I surprised on Mistress Callista's high bred face, I quickly re-j called an expression so unsuited to my position as gnent and, with a gush of J well simulated rapture, began to ex- i jstiate upon the interesting character-! istics of the room and express myself , as delighted at the prospect of sleeping j there. ' j "Instantly the nervous look- left her, j and, with the quiet remark, 'It was my father's room," she set down the ' candies with which both her hands were burdened and gave me a kiss so warm and surcharged with feeling that The marked memoira It sufficed to keep me happy and comfortable for a half hour or more after she passed out. "I had thought myself a very sleepy girl, but when, after a somewhat lengthened brooding over the dying embers in the open fireplace, I lay down behind the curtains of the huge bed, I found myself as far from sleep as I had ever been In my whole life. "And I did not recover from this condition for the entire night. For hours I tossed from one side of the bed to the other in my efforts to avoid the persistent eyes of a scarcely to be perceived drawing facing me from the opposite wall. It had no merit as a picture, this drawing, but seen as It was under the rays of a gibbous moon lookintr in through the half onen shut-1 ter it exercised upon me a spell such as I cannot describe and hope never again to experience. Finally I rose and pulled the curtains violently together across the foot of the bed. This shut out the picture, but I found it worse to Imagine it there with its haunting eyes peering at me through the intervening folds of heavy damask than to confront; It openly; so I pushed the curtains back again, only to rise a half hour later and twitch them desperately together once more. "I fidgeted and worried so that night that I must have looked quite pale when my attentive hostess met me at the head of the stairs the next morning, for her hand shook quite perceptibly as she grasped mine, and her voice was pitched in no natural key as she inquired how I had slept. I replied as truth if not courtesy demanded, 'Not as well as usual, whereupon her eyes fell, and she remarked quite hurriedly, 'I am so sorry; you shall have another room tonight, adding In what appeared to be an unconscious whisper, 'There is no use; all feel it; even the young and the gay; then aloud and with irrepressible anxiety, 'You didn't see anything, dear? 'No!' I protested in suddenly awakened dismay. "Only the strange eyes of that queer drawing peering at me through the curtains of my bed. Is it is it a haunted room? 'Tier look was a shocked one, her protest quite vehement. 'Gh, no! No one has ever witnessed anything like a ghost there, but every one finds it Impossible to sleep in that bed or even in the room. I do not know why unless it Is that my father spent so many years of incessant wakefulness inside its walls. "And did he die in that bed? I asked. "She gave a startled shiver and drew me hurriedly downstairs. As we paused at the foot she pressed my hand and whispered: "'Yes; at night, with the full of the moon upon him.' "I answered her look with one she probably nnderstood as little as I did hers. I had heard of this father of hers. He had been a terrible old man encrnariert a rerribre memory behind him. "The next day my room was changed according to her promise, but in the light of the charges I have 6ince heard uttered against that house and the family who inhabit it I am glad that I spent one night in what, if it was not a haunted chamber, bad certainly a very thrilling effect upon its occupants." t Second passage, the italics showing where it was most heavily marked: "The house contained another room as interesting as the one I have already mentioned. It went by the name of the library, and its walls were heavily lined with books; but the family never sat there, nor was I ever fortunate enough to see it with its doors unclosed except on the occasion of the grand reception Miss Callista gave in my honor. I have a fancy for big rooms and more than once urged my hostess to tell me why this one stood neglected. But tbe lady was not communicative on this topic, and It was fftm another member of the household I learned that its precincts bad been forever clouded by the unexpected death within them of one of her father's friends, a noted army officer. "Why this should have occasioned a permanent disuse of the spot I could not understand, and as every one who conversed on this topic invariably gare the impression of saying less than the subject demanded, my curiosity soon became too much for me, and I attacked Miss Callista nee again In regard to it. She gave me a quick smile, for she was always amiable, but shook her head and Introduced another topic But one night when the wind was howling in the chimneys and the sense of loneliness was even greater than usual in the great house, we drew together on the rug in front of my bedroom fire, and as the embers burned down to ashes before us Miss Callista hecam mor ctiranii ica rive. (To Be continued.)

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