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Buy some candy from the ladies
Saturday afternoon.
C. H. Murphy of El Dorado was
a business visitor in Huttig Tues
day.
M. D. Abbott and wife returned
to their home at Ferriday, La.
Monday.
Prosecuting Attorney E. O. Ma
hony was a business visitor in Hut
tig Tuesday.
J. D. Bawcorn has accepted a
position at White and will move his
family to that place.
Miss Lucile Townsend attended
the marriage of Miss Ruby Hendrix
at El Dorado last Sunday.
F. A. Newsom of Strong visited
his daughter, Mrs. W. W. Gath
right, and family here Tuesday
night._ __
Mr. and Mrs. J. H. Nixon are
the proud proud parents of a fine
girl which was born to them Ust
Monday.
Mrs. Geo. Paddock has returned '
to her home in St. Louis after a
visit here with her nr,other. Mrs.
Sizemore.
Mrs W. B. Anderson is visiting
with her mother at El Dorado
while her husband is looking for a
permanent location.
A. G. Atnip, who left here sever
al months ago for Delta. Colo., is j
back in Hutt g and is working for !
the Union Saw Miil Co.
C. B. Wood, who is operating a
saw miil just west of town, had the
misfortune to lose two kiln of lum
ber by fire Tuesday afternoon.
Mrs. L. M. Despain was at Hot
Springs this week as a delegate to
t^e head camp from Sweet Bay
Grove No. 145, Woodmen Circle.
Mr. and Mrs. C. C. Bell have
moved to the Union hotel and Mr.
and Mr. and Mrs. J. A. Brignau
will occupy the house vacated by
them.
The ladies of the Missionary
union will sell nice home made
candy Saturday afternoon. Be
sure and buy you a supply for Sun
day.
Uriah Jones, He^okiah Brown
and John Peter Smith all say that
Hunt's Lightning Oil step Neural
gia. Rheumatism and other pams
Just try a 50c or 25c bottle from
your druggist. adv
Office Hours on Sunday 8 to
10 a. m., 2 to 4 p. m., at night
by special appointment,
adv Rr. Rushing. Dentist.
J. C. Bridges and C. P. Pryor
left Monday morning for Hot
Springs where they went as dele
gates to the meeting of the head
camp of the Woodmen of the Worlo
from Sweet Bay Camp. No. 411.
Mesdames George and Clarence
Lucas and children, formerly of
Shreveport but who will make their
future home in Monroe, were here
the first of the week the guests of
Mr. and Mrs. A. E. Lucas.
Hunt's Cure rapidly destroys
Itch. Ringworm. Itching Piles. Ec
zema. Tetter and like troubles. Un
der its influence the diseased cuti
cle scales off leaving a smooth
white, healthy skin in its place. • A
wonderful remedy and only 50 j
cents a box. adv
The Woman's Home Mission so
ciety met in regular open session
last Monday afternoon in the libra
ry, when an interesting meeting
was held. Mrs. Keasler conduct
ed the meeting and opened by
reading 1 4th chapter of St. John.
The memebers responded to the
_5-'-■ *'" r'♦ \ ■ v" 'tew :*.
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roll ca'l with quotations. Some
interesting readings were rendeied.
The following visitors were pres
ent: Mrs. Saxe. o^f Shreveport
Mesdames Geo. and Clarence
Lucas and Rev. Rushing.
Caiumel is Bad
But Simmons' Liver Purifier is
delightfully pleasant and its action
is thorough. Constipation yields,
billiousness goes. A trirl convinces
(In Yellow Tin Boxes Only.) Trieu
once, used always. adv
If a certain young lady living
near "Bogalusa” don't quit makir. -
goo goo eyes at one the boys work
ing at the aforesaid mill, the boss
will have to employ him a bio->
setter. Cause we don t think hr.
will ever recover.
Cur "old college chum and hors'
trading friend." W. T. Sehon, made
his usual mid-week trip to Felsen
thal and on his return home
stopped in Huttig long enough to
trade a beautiful sorrel for a fine
"hard-tail."
The missionary tea of the Wom
an’s Missionary Union will meet
with Mrs. Wm. Greer on Ratlroao
street Tuesday afternoon, March
18. Every member of the society
is expected to be present and visit
ors are welcome.
Russel Moore, the efficient drug
clerk in Union Saw Mill store. Sell
last Saturday for Texarkana where
he will undergo an operation for
appendicitis Hubert Nash it
making pills in Russel's place in
the stor e.
Fred Smith, of near New Lon
don, died on Wednesday of last
week of congestion and was buried
in the Presbyterian cemetery.
The deceased was about 28 years
of age and leaves a wife and three
children to mourn his death. He
was a brother of Mrs. R. R. Cole.
A million dollar stock company
is being formed to mine and mark
et the lignite coal and koalin clay
in Ouachita county. When thi:
company gets the necessary cash
behind them we hope they will
drop to the east end of this county
and see if they don't find the samr
valuable clay and coal there
Union County Tribune.
Dr. Mayfield formerly of Strong,
has recently located in Huttig ant
will be associated with Dr. Magee
m the practice of medicine for the
employes of the Union Saw Mill
Go. Dr. Mayfield ccmes to Huttig
well recommended and we wel
come him among our midst. Know -
ing him as we do. we predict for
him a prosperous future. Drs.
Magee and Mayfield will also do a
general practice for the public at
large. __
Huttig News for $ 1 a year.
Keep the little chicks where they
can get in the warm sunshine these
days and they v/ill grow arid thrive
better than in the summer, when
it is so hot. Keep them out of ih*2
rains. Feed plenty of good feeds
after they are a few days old.
Never feed them anything the first,
day. 1 feed commercial chick
feed, but corn bread, damp mash,
etc., is good. Give them plenty of
green fe“d. also some kind of grit
Grease their head and neck with
lard or sweet oil to kill the head
lice. Leslie Bolick. in The Pro
gressive Farmer.
There la morn Cat rrli l-i tt'i section of
11.o » untr: loan ;.il otiu r um'so'.cs put
together, :.. 1 u 11 t'.: 1 u f w y ra
was - - .1 to 1 . ■ i urabh . For .1 gr- av.
many yo. ri 0 .-. tc:a i .onouno.d It a local
disease t, 1 rrc ... 4 I cal r -medic.?, and
bv constantly fail::-.-: to euro v.-itli 1 *c 1
treatment, 1 ror.au . 1 ft Incurable. Sci
ence has proven Catarrh t > be a consti
tutional dlaeaco. and t’ueref: r ■ roquir s
t onctltutlor.al treatment. Hall’s Catarrh
Cur?', manufactured b;. P. J. Cheney &
Co.. T 1 do, O’^o, Is See only Constitu
tional « ure c n 11 0 rte.ilmt. It Is tak n In
tern.. !lv i:i das o from 11 dr ps to a t a
lpnor.fi,1. It r. t3 directly n th ' blood
and mucous sur'oers rf the cysh ra. They
c'Ter one hundred i'l’tn f r my cos it
f "3 to cure. Send f r circular.] and tes
timonials.
A'Mrrts: F. 3. Cn^'TV A CO., Toledo, O.
ro»a 1-7 r-n—-!o‘o, F".
Take Hall’s Family r ills for constipation.
i\v ANNA KATHARINE GliEEN
AUTHOR OF ‘*TTi£ EEAVENWOSTH CASE*’
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YNOHSIS.
CH A PTER T— George Anderson an
rdfc see a remap able man o.,i,je out i
’he Ch-rmr.nl hotel, look around furfivo1v ]
\v:i> 11 .Mis hands !n the snow and pa on (
Commotion attracts them to the Clermont
whore it i® f t:,ml tha: the 'nmt >t ••
Haiti. i'ha!h ner has fallen chad on tin
rrc zzr nine Moor.
CHAPTER If —Anderson describes the j
nan he saw wash his rands in the snow :
The hotel manager declares him to h»
hrh- i__» ^hroth r^ora
CT7 ' PTTTt TTt Physictani! find that
M:ss Chulloner whs stabbed and not shot
'*h: di seems to clear Brotuerson of pus- !
pie >m.
‘ ’!! A fTFR TV-Cry co. an aped deteo
arid i£.• u uter. Ids p«^«l a’ ta1"-*
up r!.•-* • ' • y believe Miss Challonei
gtPhhod 1 ■ — a.'if.
«"TT T '*T—A paper rut ter found
near the s« me of tragedy is believed to
he the W-apon lifted.
CH \ fJ" K»t vi Mr. Challonor tells of n
bnl-di of letters found in hi.- dauc,li,,,r s
desk. ;. qned with ;n!.lials Vrnig*- to ldm
AII are lov e letters **xoept one which
shows that the waiter was displeased
I’M -I’TKR VII-This letter w is signed
hv Orlando Bribers, ri. The others bore
^ Mills \vldrh ’> ail to 11>• ■ conclusion that
Brotherson wrote all of them.
('U Ml KR Vfff \nh on go, s with
Sv. eet\va*ei to identifx Brothers.m. wno
is to midi .o a meet’UC of nnap rdsts
The place is raided l>v *he police and
rr fherson escapes without being identi
fied.
CHAPTER IX Broth'rson is found liv
Ing in a tenement umh r ihe name of
l>unn. JTe |« nn inventor.
CHARTER X Brother son tells the eor
oner of his aoqua ntance with Mbs Chah
loin r and how she repulsed Win witl
s* on when he offered her his love.
CH APTER XT -Sw eetwater recalls the
mvstery of the murder of a wa'^rw^m
an in which some dotal's were siinilir to
the Clv.illoner affair Brothersnn was a
tenant of the bu'ldimr adjoining: the on<
in which the woman died.
f’HAnhT> EM - Turfher comparison of
the two car s spurs Gryee and Sweet wa
fer to renewed activity.
CHAPTER XIII ciiaboner admits his
<i:• uarht r was deeply interested, if not in
love with Brmhcrson
CHAPTER XIV -Brotherson Rives the
police a plausible explanation of his con
H»i• t Gryee and Sweetwater are Riven
permission to pursue their investigations
Independently.
CHAPTER XV- Pweetwater plans to
disguise himself as a carpenter and seek
lodgings in the same building with Broth
erson.
CHAPTER XVI— H ' watches the inven
tor at work at night and is ’detected by
the latter The d* t*-rt:ve moves to a
room adjoining RroC .-rson’s.
CHAPTER XVII bores a hole in
the wall to spy on IP !;• son. He visits
him and assists the inventor in bis work.
CHAPTER X VUT--Repetition of the
tun*- played by th< orchestra the nt.vht of
Miss Challoner’s death arousm the sleep
i lng Pro there on to uneasy mutterings.
CHAPTER XIX A tflrl sent by
watei with Edith Ch»Uonvr s l«'tu**s» i«
ordered out bv Rrotborson. Ho d<?o!n**«*s
flu If'ttfrs wcrp not written to liim
CHAPTER XX—Sweet writer is in
masked bv I5r« »! herson, who fk?< hires he
re'-otrnfzed him at once.
CHAPTER XXI—Sweetwater e< ts a
i me^sajj*- that Give* l. is :r. 1- ;\ i ♦ >v
! «*r\ wli'rh I'hani^ s th«• whole situation.
CHAPTER XXII Closer inspection
shows that tlie letters signed "O. B”
v.. r • written bv two dir:* rern in^n Swe-t
water gees to Derby in sen re h «»t th»*
mid “() R." whom he expects f<» find
t* rontrh one Doris Scott, mentioned in
M:ss Chnlloner's btbrs
CHAPTER XXIII—D«-r1s is found act
ing as nurse for Oswald Rrotherson, who
Vs * ritie.'illy ill from typhoid fever, and
»■;t Is in Ids delirium the name of Edith.
He is the manager «>f the local works
and is idolized bv the people
CHAPTER XXIV Oswald passes the
cris’s and the doctor says he will recover
CHAPTER XXV Sweetwater comes
across a peculiar hut in the woods. H**
aees a load of boxes marked “O Broth
ersnn,” tal en into the hut under the su
pervision of Doris Sc<*it.
“Rpinoinbnr that Pin not speaking
for myself. Miss Scott, when I seem
a little too p-rs!=tent and inquiring.
You have corresponded with M'ss
Challoner; y~u have been told the
fact of her sec-et engs gerr-e.it to Mr.
Brotherson and you have been wit
ness to Irs conduct and manner lor
the whole time he has hem separated
from uer. Bo you, when yen think oi
it care uily, recall anything in the
whole 3tory of ffcis romance which
would throw light upon the cruel trag
< dy which has so unexpectedly ended
it? Anything, Miss Biott? Straws
show wh.ch way the stream flows."
She was vehement, instantly vehe
ment, in her disclaimer.
“I can answer at once,” said she,
‘‘because i have thought of nothing
else for all the?e weeks. Here alt
was w 11. Mr. Brotherson was hope
ful and happy and believed in her han
piness and willingness *o wait for his
success. And fh-« success was com
ing so fast! Ch, how can we ever rell
him! How con we ever wer his
questions even, or keep . uitisfied
and calm until he is strong enouBfU to
hear the truth. I've had to acknowl
edge already that I have had no letter
from her for weeks. She never wrote
to him directly, you know, and she
never sent him messages, but he knew
that a letter to me was also a letter
to him and I can see that he i3
troubled by this long silence, though
he says 1 was quite right not to let
her know of his illness and that I
must continue to keep her in igno
rance of it till he is quite well again
and can write to her himself. It is
tiard to hear him talk like this and not
look sad or frightened.”
Sweetwater remembered Miss Chal
loner’s last letter, and wished he hud
it here to give liei In «efnult of this
he said:
"Perhaps this : hearing may act
in the way of a preparation for the
shock which must come to him sooner
or later. Let us hope so, Miss Scott.”
Iler eyes iiliod.
“Nothing can prepuce him,” said i
she. Then added, >, a yearning ac-;
cent., ”1 wish I were e'nVr cr fcs.d more
experience. I should no' >. so * ip.
Uss. But the gratitude I owe ri:i will
give me: strength when I need i' r.;cst..
Only 1 wish the suffering might he
mine rather tliar. his.”
Unconscious of any self-betrayal,
she lifted her eyes, startling Sweet
water by the beauty of her lock. ^
“I don't think I'm sc sorry for Os
wald Urotberscn,” ho murmured to
himself as he left her. "He's a more
fortunate mat! than he knows, how
e'er deejfly he may feei the. loss of
his first, sweetheart.”
That evening the disappointed
Sweetwater took the train for New
York. He had failed to advance the
care In hand one whit, yet the counte
nance he showed Mr. Oryee at tlieir
first interview was not a wholly1
gloomy one.
“Fifty dollars to the had!" was his!
first laconic greeting. lrXll 1 have
learned is comprised in these two
statements. Ti e second O. B. is a tini
fellow : and not intentionally the
ecu bp of our tragedy. He does not
even know about 't. He's down with
the fever at present and they haven’t:
told him. When he’s better we may i
hear something; but 1 doubt even!
that.”
"Tell me about it.”
Sweetwater complied: and such is
the unconsciousness with which wo j
often encounter the pivotal circutn- ;
stance upon which our future or the
future of our fticst cherished under- j
taking hangs, he omitted from his j
story the sob* discovery which was of !
sny real Importance in the unraveling
of the mystery in which they were so j
deeply concerned. He said nothing
of his walk in the woods or of what
he saw there.
CHAPTER XXVII
The Image of Dread.
In the comfortable little Bitting
room of the Scott cottage Doris stood,
looking eagerly from the window
which gave upon the road. Behind
her, on the other side of the room,
; could be seen through'a partly opened
door, a neatly spread b-d, with a aand
i lying quietly on the patched coverlid.
Several weeks had passed since the
departure of Sweetwater and the Jn
I valid was fast gaining strength. To
morrow, he would be up.
Was Doris thinking of him? TTn
; doubtedly, for her eyes often flashed
' his way; but her main attention was
. fixed upon the road, though no one
was in sight at the moment. Some
one hi d passed for whose return she
looked; some one whom, If she had
been asked to describe, she would
have called a tall, fine-looking man
of middle age, of a cultivated appear
ance seldom seen in this small manu
facturing town; seldom seen, (jossiby
In any town. He had glanced up ai
the window as he went by, In a man-1
nor too marked not to excite her curi
osity. Would lie look up again when
he came back? She was waiting there
to see. Why. slie did not know. She I
was net used tc, indulging in pott>
suppositions of this kind, her life was
too busy, her anxieties too keen. The
great dread looming ever before her
—the dread of that hour when she
must speak—left her very little heart
for anything dissoeiareu with this
coming event.
Hu* her Interest had beep, caught
today, caught by tilts stra lger and
when during her eager waten the
j small messenger from the Works
came tc the door with the usual daily
supply of bo- ks and magazines for
the patient, she stepped out >n the
porch to 8peak tc .iin. ard t point
I out the gent,e.nan who was now rap
idly returning from his stroll up the
road.
“Who is that, Johnny?" see aslced.
The hoy lcked, searched ills i.,e? i-;
ory, not without some show of mis
giving. «
"A queer name," lie ad’ itted at
last. Shall}- somei tiiug. Si.ally—
Shally—’’
“Challouer?"
“Vos. that’s it. Ttow could you
guess'.’ lie's front New York. Don't
seem u have m. business."
“Well, never mind. Run on. Johnny. ;
And don't forget to come earlier to
morrow; Mr. Prntherson gets |tr»<5 •
walling.''
“Does he? I'll come quick then;
quick as I can run.'' And he sped
ofr at a pace which promised- w ell for
tie morrow.
ChaUoner! There was but one t'l-rl
loner in the world for Doris Scott—
Edith's father. Was (his he? It must
be. or why this haunt Inn- sense of
something half remembered as she
caught a glimpse of his face. Edith's
father! and he was approaching, ap
proaching rapidly, on his way back to
town. She had not closed the door:
something within—a hope or a dread
—had prevented that. Would ue take
it as an invitation to come in? No,
no; she was not ready for such an
encounter yet. He niigh.t speak Edi'h's
name; Oswald might hear and—with
a gasp she recognized the closeness of
his step; heard It lag, almost halt
just where the path to the house ran
into the roadside. Rut it passed on.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
t Hope Never to See That Man.
Mr. t'halloner continued to pass the
house twice a day and the time finally
came when he ventured up the walk.
Doris was in the window and saw
him coming. She slipped softly out
and intercepted hint before he had
stepped upon the porch.
"Miss Scott?" he asked.
"Yes, Mr. Challoner.”
"You know me?" lie went on, one
foot on the step and one still on the
walk.
Before replying she closed the door
behind her. Then as she noted liis
surprise she carefully explained:
"Mr. Protherson. our boarder, is
just recovering from typhoid. He is
still weak and acutely susceptible »o
the least noise. I was afr&ia that cur
voices might disturb him. Do you
mind walking a little way up the
rend? That is, if your visit was in
tended for me.”
Her flush, the beauty which must
have struck ever, him. ‘but more tliaff
all else her youth, Boomed to reconcile
him to this unconventional request.
Rowing, he took his foot from the
siep, saying, as she joined him:
“Yes, you are the one 1 wanted to
«*ee; that is, today. Later, I hope to
have the privilege of a conversation
with Mr. Brotherson.”
She gave him one quick look, trem
bling so that he offered her his arm
with a fatherly air.
"I see that you understand my er
rand here,” he proceeded, with a
k 11 m
T
I::
“Who 1 e That, Johnny?”
J
! grave smile, meant p.b she knew for
i he r encouragemejit. "1 am glad, be
| cause we car go at once to the point.
1 Miss Scott,” he continued in a voice
I from which he nc longer strove to
j keep back the evidences of deep feel
ing. “I have the strongest interest in
your patient that one man can have
! in another, where there is no personal
i acquaintanceship. You who have ev
! cry reason to understand my seasons
j for this, will accept the statement, 1
hope, as frankly as it is made.”
She nodded. Her eyes were full of
leans, but she did not hesitate to
raise them.
"When 1 lost my daughter, I lost ev
erything.” he declared, as they walked
slowly up the road. “Nothing excites
my Interest, snve that which once ex
cited hers. 1 am told that the deep
est Interest of her lifp la;, here. I am
also told that it was an interest quite
worthy of her 1 expect to find it so.
1 hope with all my heart to find it so,
and that Is why 1 have come to this
town and expect to linger tilt Mr.
Urotherson has recovered sufficiently
to see me. 1 hope that this will be
agreeable to him. 1 hope that 1 am
not presuming too much in cherishing
there expectations.
Doris turned her candid eyes upon
him.
“I cannot tell; T do not know." said
she. “Nobody knows, not even ttie
doctor, what effect the news we dread
tc give him will have upon Mr. Broth
erson. You will have tr wait—-we all
shall have to wait the results of that
revelation. It cannot be kept from
him muck longer.”
“You have had much to carry for
one so young,” was Mr. C'halloner's
sympathetic remark. “You must let
me help you when that awful moment
monies. I ant at the hotel and si, ill
atny th«ro dll Mr. BroHserson is
pronounced quite well. 1 have no
other tin v now in life but to sustain
him through his trouble mid then,
with what aid he can give. search ,iut
and find the cause of my daughters
death which I will never admit with
out the fullest proof, to have been
one of suicide.”
Doris trembled.
“It was not suicide,” she declared,
vehemently. “I nave always felt sure
that if was not; hut tod.iv I know "
Her hand fell douched on h^r breast
and her « yes gleamed si range! v. Mr.
Ohalloner was himself greatly startled.
‘Tve not told any one," she went
on, as he stopped short in the road,
in ills anxiety to understand her. "But
1 will tell you. Only, not here, not
with all these people driving pn°t;
most of whom know me. Come to th-'
house later—this ev< ning, after Mr
hrotherson’s room is closed for the
night. 1 have a little sitting-room on
!he other side of 4ho hall where we
can talk without being heard. Would
you object to doing that?”
"Nt., rot at all,” let assured her,
"Expect me at eight. WHi that be too
ee rly ?”
“No* no.. Oh, how t’
stared! Let us hasten
may connect vour name w«
want kept secret."
He smiled at her fears, but pare in
to her humor: he would see her soon
again and possibly learn something
which would amply repay him, both
for his troutde aim hi patience.
But when evening came and she
turned to fa?c hiir. ir that little sit
ting-room where he had quietly fol
lowed her, lie was conscious of a
change in her manner which forbade
these high hopes.
“I don't know what you will think
of me," she ventured at last, motion
ing to a. chair but not Bitting herself.
"You have had time to think over
what i s. id and proneblv expect some
thing real—something you could tell
people. But it isn't like that. It's a
feeling—a belief. 1'iu so sure—"
“Sure of what, Miss Sco’i?"
She gave a glance at the door be
fore stepping up nearer. He had net
taken the chair sae proffered.
"Sure that 1 have nM; lim face of
the mar. who murdered her. It was In
a dream,” site wnlspnringly con.pitt
ed, her great eyes misty with awe.
"A uream, Miss Sccr.l?" He tried to
hide his disappointment.
“Yes; I knew that it would sound
foolish to you; it sounds footish to ije.
But listen, eir. Lister; to what I have
(o tell and then you cart judge. 1 won
very much agitated yesterday. I hod
to write a letter at Mr. Hrothersona
dictation—a letter to her. You can
understand my horror and tire effort
I made to hide nt) emotion. 1 was
quite unnerved. 1 could not sleep till
morning, and then—and then—i saw
—I hope I cam describe it.”
Grasplus at a nearby chair, she
leaned on it for support, closing her
eyes to all but that truer vision. A
breathless moment followed, then site
murmured in strained monotonous
ones;
"I see it again—just as T saw it in
;h© early morning—but even more
plainly, If that is possible, A hull—
(I should cell It a h_ll, though ^ don’t
remember seeing any plv.ee like 11 be
fore;, with a little b hr treat e at the
tide, up which there cctites a man,
v. he stops just at the top and looks
Intently my way. There is >• •■ci-ness
in his face—a look which ut> uns no
good to anybody--and as his baud
goes to his overcoat pocket, drawing
j cut something which 1 cannot de
scribe. but which ho handles as if it
were a pistol, 1 feel a horrible fear,
and—and—” The child was stagger
ing, and the hand which was free had
sought her heart where it lay
j clenched, the knuckles snowing white
: in inn uim ngnt.
Mr. Chelloner watched her with dl
: 'ated eyes, the spell under which she
| spoke falling In some degree, upon
him. Had she finished? Was this all?
No; she Is speaking again, hut very
low, almost in a whisper.
“There is music—a crath—but I
I plainly see his other hand approach
! the object ho is holding, lie takes
something from the end—the object is
| pointed my vve.v—I ara looking into—
Into—what? 1 do not know. I c; tt
not oven see him now. The spy-e
I where he stood is empty. Kveryihrig
■ fades, and T wake with a lord cr\ in
; my ears and a sense of death hen."
j She had lifted her hand mid struck ;,t
! her heart, opening her eyes as she did
! so. “Yet it was not I wlio had been
| shot,’’ she added softly.
Mr. (’hitHolier shuddered. Tills was
| like the reopening of his daughter'*
I grave. But he had entered upon t. e
I scene with a full appreciation of the
i ordeal awaiting him and he did not.
i lose his calmness, or the control of
his judgment.
“Be seated. Miss Scott." Ip *>nfre:tt
: ed. taking a chair himseif. “You ha e
1 descriood the spot and some of the
■ circumstances of my daughter's death
i as accurately as if you had been there.
I Btlt you have donb’less rend a full ac
count of those details in the papers;
| possibly seen pictures which would
! make the place quite real tc you. 'rite
mind is a strange Btorrhvu.se. We d >
j not always know what lies hidden
1 within it.”
| "That’s true,” she admitted. “But
the matt! 1 had never seen the man,
or any picture of him. and itis fm-'i
i was clearest of all. I should know it
i if 1 saw it anywhere. It is imprinted
| on my memory as plainly as yours.
1 Oh. I hope never to see tlist men!”
Leaning toward her that he might
get her full attention, he waited 'ill
her eyes met his. then quietly asked:
“Have you ever named this man to
yourself?" •
Site started and d-opp^d her eye3.
“I do not dare to,’ said site.
"Why?"
“Because I've read in the papers
that the mat. who stood there hud the
[ same name as—"
| “Tell mo. Miss Rcritl.”
"As Mr. Brotherson'a brother.”
“But you do not think it was bin
brol her?”
"1 dr not know."
"You’ve never seen his brother?”
“Never."
“Nor his picture?”
"No. Mr. "rofherson hs* rone.”
"Aren't ibr> friends? ihe nev
er mention OrlnnAo?”
“Very, very flarely. But I've no
reason to think they ar>> not cm good
terms. I know they correspond.”
“Miss Sro'r?”
“Yes, Mr. Chnlloner.”
"You roust not rely too much upon
your dream.”
Her eyes flush* d to his and then fell
again.
“Dreams are not revelrtions; tt^y>
sro the reproduction of what alroedy
i’es hidden in th'* mind. 1 can pro . ty
that your dream is such.”
“How?” She look'd strrll •!.
“You speak of seeing something h**,
inti it veli fl a’ you which made you
think of a jdttol.”
To tit ■. On . .mjeu Next Week.)