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Rub-My-Tism will cure you.
A. E. Lucas Sundayed in Mon
roe. ___
D. F. Collett Sundayed in El Do
rado.
J. B. Crockett is enjoying his
vacation at McGehee.
M. W. McCoy was a business
visitor to El Dorado last Saturday.
Born to Mr. and Mrs. A. P
Richardson last Friday morning, a
fine son.
R. C. Raybourn of Parkdale was
the guest of his brother. John, here
last Friday.
Sawyer L. M. Despain is at Hot
Springs enjoying the baths and re
cuperating.
Arrnond Phillips and wife of
Strong visited his brother, M. L..
here last Sunday.
Miss Nora Carr of Monroe was
the guest of Miss Dolma Rieve th“
first of the week.
W. C. Thompson arrived home
last Saturday from a visit with rel
atives at Wesson.
Ollie Knox is suffering from an
attack of fever at the home of hit
father southwest of town.
J. M Durrett and G. P. Wood of
Strong have gone into the sawmill
business near Farmervi'le.
Miss Clara Price of White was
here the charming guest of Miss
Fronie Phillips Tuesday.
Mrs. Mae Smith of Garrison.
Texas, is here the guest of her
brother, E. Spencer, and family.
Miss Lulu Harrington returned
Saturday from a visit with her
father and sisters at Bastrop. La.
Jesse Ftheridge and family left
Thursday for Neame, La., where
they will make their future home.
W. U. Wheler afid wife left last
Saturday for a month's vacation at
Delta and other points in Colorado.
Store Manager D. M. Clowney
was in St. Louis this week buying
fall and winter goods for the store.
G. M. Caldwell was here this
w jek visiting old friends He is
now located on a farm near For
est City.
Rub My-Tism will cure you.
Mrs. J. D. Bawcum was called to
Clarks. La., last F riday on account
of the illness of her little grand
daughter.
C T. Thompson left last Satur
day for Mena to join his wife and
enjoy a two week's vacation in the
mountains.
On account of car shortage the
Union Saw Mill Co. was compelled
to cut out the night run at No. 1
mill and planer.
Rev. J. R. Rushing and wife are
at Pine Grove near Cecil, La.,
where he is assisting Rev. Adams
in a revival meeting.
5 or 6 doses 666 will break any
case of Chills and Fever; and if
taken then as a tonic the Frever
will not return. Price 25c.
Albert Hilliard is again a resi
de nt of Huttig, having returned
last P'i iday morning from Standard,
La., and says he is here to stay
this time.
Rev. Dock Neal, assisted by
Rev. Jas. Cole and Rev. Parker
Canterberry, closed a very suc
cessful revival meeting at the Har
per Springs Baptist church last
Sunday. There were eighteen ad
ditions to the church.
Every Democrat should contri
bute something to defray the ex
penses of the Democratic cam
paign. No money will be accepted
from corporations.
Mrs. J. W. Simcnton and daught
er. Miss Ha riet of Ruston, and
Miss Katherine Simmons of Dallas,
1 exas, wer; here this week the
guests of Mrs. D. A. Ktasier.
Found— A diamond shaped gold
Odd Fellow's pin with imitation
pearls around border. Owner can
have same by calling at News of
fice and paying for this notice.
Eugene Crockett arrived home
last Friday from McGehee. where
he has been working as timekeeper
for the railway, with a high fever,
but is now on the road to recovery.
James Rogers, a young man.
died at lock and dam No. 6 last
Friday night at 9 o'clock with con
gestion of the brain arid his remains
were shipped Saturday to Lasater,
Texas, for interment.
Mis. M. Guggenheim and chil
dren of New Orleans arrived in
Hultig last Monday on a visit with
her brother. J. C. Phillips, and fam
ily. They left Wednesday for
Farmerville to visit with relatives.
A. G. Fish, fora number of years
auditor for the Union Saw Mill Co.,
who is now a traveling a salesman
for the Frost-Trigg Lumber Co.,
with headquarters in Shreveport,
was here this week visiting with
old friends.
Mrs. H. Briehn and children
who were the guests of Mrs. F. O
Mahony, have returned to Monroe
where they will reside until Herman
finds another location, not being
satisfied at Electric Mills, Miss.,
on account of his family’s health.
John Mitchell, a son-in-law of
G. M. Caldwell who formerly lived
here, died at the home of his
brother-in-law. James Zumo, at
Felsenthal Tuesday morning,
August 1 3. at 10:35 o'clock, ana
was buried in Huttig cemetery at
n rn last Wednesday. Heha ionly
v,een married nine months. His
home was at Tyler. Texas.
After opening his campaign for
the state wide bill in Little Rock
and Argenta Sunday, J. H. Davis
of Texas, batter known as "Cy
clone" Davis, because of his
sweeping, resistless style of orato
ry. spoke at Pine Bluff Monday
night. Pine Bluff is one of the
centers where the liquor element
has maintained its hold upon the
situation, but the Prohibition forces
there are becoming stronger and
more hopeful.
Mrs. D. A. Keasler entertained
a number of friends at her home
on Wednesday evening in honor of
her cousin. Miss Katherine Sim
mons. of Dallas. Texas, and sisters
Misses Harriett and Lulu Belle
Simonton, of Ruston. La., who are
her guests. Rook was enjoyed and
delicious refreshments and punch
were served. It was a late hour
when those present departed for
their homes, all having spent a
most pleasant evening.
Mrs. D. M. Andrews Drad.
Georgia, the beloved wife of D.
M. And ews. died at her home in
Felsenthal at 9:45 o'clock. Wed
nesday morning. August 21, 1912.
of congestion and was buded
Thursday afternoon in Harper
Springs cemetery. The deceased
was 18 years of age and leaves a
husband, and 1-year-old daughter,
her parents and one sister. Mrs. T.
P. Millstead. of Huttig, to mourn
her untimely death.
The News for only $1 a year.
William
Johnston
Illustrations by Y1 Barnes
cnrYPfcHT 191/
SVN0PSI3.
CTT \PTKR I—Harding Kent rails on
Demise Farrish to propone marriage and 1
finds the house in threat excitement over |
the attempted suicide of her sister Kath i
mine. Ken* starts an investigation and
finds that Hugh Crandall, suitor for
Katharine, who had been forbidden the
house by General Farrish. had talked with
Katharine over the telephone Just before
the shot herself. A torn piece of yellow
paper is found, at sight of which Gen
eral Farrish is stricken with paralysis.
f'HAPTKR II—K°nt discovers that
Crandall l.as left town hurriedly. An
anw Kiser, an aged banker, commits
suicide about the same time as Katharine
attempted her life.
CTJ \PTFR ITT—A yellow envelope Is !
found in Kiser’s room. Postoflloe Inspec- j
tor Davis, Kent's friend, takes up the i
ease.
CTTVPTKR TV—Kent Is convinced that j
Crandall is at the bottom of the mystery. ^
CH M'TKR V—Kent nad Davis search ,
Crandall's room and find an address, ,
"Dock Box 17. Ardwav. N. .!.'* Kent ,
gor e to Ardway to investigate and be- :
conies suspicious of a "Henry Cook.”
I was thoroughly disgusted with the
drivelling way in which the proceed
ings were being carried on. I could
see little hope of any discovery that
would establish connection with the
similar events in New York. I turned '
from listening to tlie witness to study
ing the face of the man Cook. Could
it be possible he was Hugh Crandall?
I saw that he was watching the testi
mony with eager Interest. Against
my will I had to confess that hiR fare
was one that attracted rather than
repelled me, Whll« there was a
-hrewdneBs about the eves, the chin
was square and firm and the skull
well-balanced. I tilt'd to read In the
halve of the mouth or the curve T>f
the ears some sign of the criminal,
such as I expected to And written on
the countenance of Crandall, hut It
was not there.
"She was sitting there crying.”
A sentence of the maid's testimony
suddenly thrust itself forward from
my subconsciousness as if demand
ing my attention and I listened in
tently to what she was saying.
“That wns the way it happened that.
I didn't make up the room the day be
fore. When I went In to do It she wa»
sitting there crying and tearing a
letter to bits.”
A letter! It came on me In a flash
that here was the clue, that this was
the connecting lhik with the other two !
•ases.
I pushed my way forward Into tlm
ooin, determined to learn all (here I
was about this new phase of tlm rase. |
The proceedings stopped abruptly at j
he bustle my movement made, and •
verybody, coroner, jurors and spec !
tutors, gaped at me.
“I am a lawyer,” I said. ‘‘May I
tsk the witness one or two questions?" i
Still the coroner gaped and 1 wait
'd no longer for his permission.
‘‘Was it a yellow letter?" I ashed.
“Now that you speak of it I kind of
remember that it was."
“Has the letter been found?”
“She was tearing It in pieces.”
“Where are the pieces?”
The eyes of everybody present be
wail roving about the room, as if in i
answer to my question. Tito con- i
stable instituted a hasty search, in
which I myself, tlie* coroner and the
jurors joined. I felt that ir we could !
only find those pieces, the mystery i
might be solved. While the room was
being ransacked 1 kept my eye on
< ook. As I asked the question about
the leiter’s color 1 noticed that lie
looked startled. I was amazed now
to see him edging toward the door. I
was tempted to demand that lie he re
strained and searched. 1 felt almost
ure that if the pieces of the yellow
latter were to be found anywhere It
would be in bis pocket. Yet second
thought advised against such rash sc
ion. I had no positive proof that
Cook was Crandall. Until I had, sure
ly it would be unwise to accuse him.
I remembered that there was no train
>y which he could leave the town tin
late In the afternoon, so there was
■ ittle prospect that he could escape
me.
"How did you kno\v It was a yellow
letter?” the coroner asked me sus
piciously, pausing suddenly in his
search.
It was an awkward question. I
realized that my impetuosity had
placed me in a predicament. I was
by no means ready to tell him the
whole story, and yet the fact that I
knew or suspected the color of the
letter that she was tearing up certain
ly indicated that I knew something
about the woman.
“I didn’t know Jt.”
“Well, whafd you ask (he question
about it for?” lie repeated, his sus
picion of me rapidly increasing.
I was thinking quickly what 1 could
say that would divert his thoughts. I
noticed with annoyance that the eyes
of every one In the room were on me
and that they were curiously await
ing an answer. 1 assumed an air of
mystery and drew the coroner to one
side.
“I am perfectly willing to tell you
! everything,” 1 said. "I am out here
i ou another matter that is aornething
of n mystery In which a -allow Icder
figures. The lei ter has dim-n< :.ied. I
novor saw or heard of this old we, rn
before, but when the witness nun
tinned that she was tearing up a let
ter a sudden notion came to me that
it might he the one of which I nas in
search. A detective who is working
on the case v. ill he out here this eve
ning and then I can tell you more
about it."
I spoke the last sen ten •>-> in a whip
per so low that it reached only the
coroner's ear. lie pondered over m\
statement and then abruptly an
pounced that the inquest was ad
jotirnrd until nine o’clock (he ne\
day. 1 would have escaped him if I
could, hut I saw that he was deter
mined to worm out everything 1 knew
or suspected. I decided that activity
would he the best remedy for hit
curiosity.. Accordingly 1 invited the
coroner and the constable to come up
lo my rooms where, without waiting
for them to question me, i began fir
ing questions hot-shot at them, sup
gestinc tilings tor them to do. simple
things that would have been the first
thought of the police of New York or
any other large city, but which they !
had not thought of. Had they tele
phoned a description of ihe woman to
the Bridgeport police with iter name
to see if site could he iden iiied as
any one who was missing from that
city? Had they examined iter clothing
to see if there was any mark on it that
might identify her? Had they studied
her writing on the register to see if it I
gave any Indication of being assumed j
or disguised? Had they examined her j
pocket hook to sop if it contained any i
clue to a motive? Had they consul j
ered whom she might have come to ■
this town to see?
"That idea of calling up the Bridge |
port police ain’t such a had one," sa d !
the coroner. “Suppose you do it
now,” he said, turning to the con
stable.
"I'd like to know who's going to pay
| for It if I do,” the constable objected.
I "There ain't enough fees in this of
fice for me to be spending my money
that way.”
*ou go ahead and do It and I'll see
that you got the money hack.”
"If you’re going to pay it out of
your own porket I'll do it, hut If you
expect me to wait till you put it
through as a lawful expense I ain't !
taking no chances.”
Their petty wrangling over such a
trifling amount exasperated me not a
little.
"Here,'’ said I, pulling a flve-dollar J
bill from my pocket, “take tliiF and
pay for it and tell ihem lo telephone j
you as soon as they can what they j
have found out. This ought to cover |
both (he message and the answer and
if there is anything left get yourseif
some cigats with it.”
The const able needed no second bid
ding. As soon as he had disappeared
1 turned to the coroner:
"Did you notice tha* man Cook aJ
the inquest? Who is he?”
"I don’t know who you mean,” he ;
replied. "The only Cook I know bore
in (lie town is Bob Cook, and he's laid j
up with a broken leg.”
"Didn’t you notice a tall, smooth- j
shaven fellow who stood right dose !
beside where you were sitting? t’«
listened closely to the testimony and
the minute we began looking for tl.e
scraps of the teller, didn’t you sec him
slip out of the room?”
“Come to think of it,” said the coro
ner, "I believe I did notice him, hut
l can't say as f seen him going out.
Maybe ’twas one of the guests of the
hotel.”
”1 think he Is, and I’m pretty sure
he’s registered in the hotel as Mr.
Cook, too. but I'd like lo know more
about him.”
“Lei's go down and ask Mahlon. If
there’s anybody in his hotel he don't
know about it's something unusual."
We found Mahlon Williams in the
little bnxed-off corner behind the ho
tel desk that was labeled “Private Of
fice.” The curious crowd was still
gaping at the door of the room where
the suicide had taken place, at least
such of them as had not adjourned lo
the bar to talk it over-, so that we
were alone in the office.
"Mr. Williams," I said, “what do you
know about tills man Cook, who is
stopping here in the hotel?”
"No more than I know about you,''
said lie, "and not as much, in fact, for
he didn't ask no peculiar questions at
the inquest. Speaking ahout that let
ter—’’
“How lone lias this man Cook heen
iu the house?" I Interrupted, deter
mined not to let either him or the
coroner annoy me with questions.
The hotel keeper, plainly provoked
at my attitude, stared thoughtfully at
me for a minute arid finally decided to
answer my question as the only hope
of getting me to answer his.
"He came just the night before you
l did—got in oil the seven-two train."
His answer settled everything in my
‘ mind. Cook was Crandall. The ar
| rival of Cook in the village coincided
witTi the departure of Crandall from ;
New York. The haste in which h« '
had departed was explicable by the ar
ti\al of the old woman on that train.
Evidently he wanted for Rome reason
to arrive in the village at the same
time that she did. What had been
his motive was still a mystery to me.
It flashed across my mind that per
haps, after all, her death might not j
have been suicide. A clever criminal
might easily arrange things to look as
though she had hung herself. 1 deter
mined to make an investigation to see
if tht*re was any evidence to prove
this, but 1 said nothing of nty sus
picions as yet. I already regretted my
precipitancy in asking about the yel
low letter. The questions of the land
lord and the coroner might be deferred
for a while, but sooner or later I
would have to make some explanation,
nd I had none to give.
"What is Cook's business?” I asked
the landlord hastily, anticipating a
question 1 saw forming on his lips.
"I don’t know. Fie kind of looked to
me like a traveling-man—or a lawyer.
What was—”
The return ot the constable from
tele thoning saved tuy answering tha
question lie was about to ask.
"There ain't no woman missing
from Bridgeport that the police know
anything about,” he said sententl
nusly. ,
‘‘Did ye tell them her name?" asked
the coroner.
“Yep. They say there's only three
tamilies of Toilers in the telephone
look and only four in the directory,
and they are going to look them up
and telephone inside of an hour.”
“Maybe her name wasn’t Teller,”
suggested the hotel keeper. "I recol
’e t seeing her kind of hesitate as
.■die went to write in the register.”
“That’s just what I was thinking,"
1. cried, glad lo divert his attention
mice more. “Let us go and look at
the register and then examine her
clothing. Maybe there are some
marks on it.”
“That's a good idea,” said the coro
ner. "Wonder we didn't think of that
before."
The hotel register showed us little
save the name "Mary Jane Teller" In
the tremulous old fashioned hand little
used to handling the pen. There was
perhaps a little more space between
the last two names than after the first
— ns if she hesitated a moment w'hile
deciding what name to use or perhaps
with an honest woman's natural aver
sion to assuming any other name than
her own.
”l/et's look at the clothing." 1 sug
gested, eager for an opportunity to see
whether there were any indication's
that would point to anything other
than suicide.
Tee four of us hastened to the room
>1 fil til'
In the Corner of the Handkerchief
Was a Neatly Embroidered “S.”
again. To my annoyance T noted tha*
lie rope had been removed from the
rafters, though the woman's outer
clothing still lay piled on the chair.
There seemed to be nothing about the
inexpensive black suit to identify the
owner, no mark of any kind except the
label of the concern In New' York
front which It had been purchased.
“Where's the black bag she car
tied?" asked the coroner.
"There was some money In It,” Mr.
Williams replied. “I put it in the;
tal'e.”
As we left the room to return to tho
hotel office I cave a hasty glance at
the corpse. From the condition of the
fare and throat it was all too plain that
death had hern by strangulation, still,
1 reasoned, a powerful man might
have strangled Hip woman first and
hanged her afterward In conceal his
crime. I determined to put the theory
up to Davis as soon as he arrived.
Twirling the knob of the aneient
safp that stood in the corner, the ho
tel-keeper reached In and drew out a
well worn hand-bag of black leather
and upset the contents on the desk.
There were three one dollar hills, neat
ly folded, three dimes and eight pen
nies a meager amount that suggested
the hoarding of pennies for this trip,
whatever Its purpose. There was a
half-ticket, the return stub of a ticket
from Bridgeport and another one from
New York to Ardway, and that was
all. save two neatly folded black-bor
dered handkerchiefs.
"Looks Ifke she came from Bridge
port, after all,” the constable volun
teered.
“Maybe she did,” said the landlord,
unfolding one of the handkerchiefs
and holding It up to our gaze. “Maybe
she did come from Bridgeport, hut hpr
name wasn’t Teller—not Mary Jane
Teller by a long shot.”
In the corner of each handkerchief
was a neatly embroidered "a."
It gave me quite a shock as I looked
at that mute evidence of her assumed
name, to her effort to mask her
identity.
Could her name have been Kiser?
Was this the way in which she was
connected with the two Rtticldes In
New York? But even so, suppose she
was the sister or relative, or even the
unrecognized wife of old Andred Ki
ser, what possible connection could
these two humble people have with
Katharine Parrish?
The mystery was growing deeper.
How 1 wished that Inspector Davie
would come.
CHAPTER VII.
Two Disappearances
I looked at my watch and saw that
It. was nearly noon. I remembered that
I had not yet called up lionise as l
had intended to do the very first thing
that morning. What a laggard lover
she must think me! flow heartless it
must seem to her for me to leave her
alone so long in the mansion where
here father and sister lay dying, per
haps dead, with the hlack shadowy
mystery still hanging over her and
them! What must she think of me?
Filled with self reproach I sprang up
without a word of apology or explana
tion to the others and hastened to the
telephone booth I had observed in the
hall.
"Hive me 0141 Madison,” T demand
ed of central.
"What's the matter?" she repeated,
with surprise In her tone, w hich struck
me peculiarly until I considered that
long-distance calls from Ardway mu«t
be such a rarity as to surprise even
the operator.
”1 want long-distance—New- York,"
I explained, enunciating distinctly,
”0141 Madison.”
“Again,” central replied, flippantly,
it appeared to me.
I repeated the number, more than
annoyed by her response. “Oh, I'\a
got your number all right by this
time.”
It was a good thing for her that sha
tried no more Jocularity with me, or
the rules of the company against pro
fanity would have been shattered.
There was a wait of several minutes,
filled with the usual false alarms of
long-distance telephoning, during
which I stood and fumed. At last I
heard my dear Louise's voice and has
tened eagerly to ask after her wel
fare. Her voice seemed strong and
cheerful, though she admitted that she
had slept little the night before. I
apologized for not having called up be
fore. She told me. that while her fa
ther's condition was unchanged, ihe
doctor thought he was in no immedi
ate danger, and that Katharine was
much improved. The doctor believed
now that she could live. S>e was con
sclous, hut very weak, and Louise had
been forbidden to speak to her and
was allowed in the room only for a
minute at a time. 1 hastily sketched
for her the events of the morning.
“Oh. Mr. Kent," said Louise's voice
—how I wished she would call me by
my first name—“who do you suppose
called up?”
“Who?”
Hugh Crandall.
"What's that?” I exclaimed, hardly
believing tnv ears.
"Hugh Crandall,” elm repeated a lit
tle louder and more distinctly. "He
ashed for Katharine, and the maid
called me to the telephone. I told him
my sister was ill and could not come
to the telephone. He seemed greatly
acltated and insisted on knowing what
the matter was. He was so agitated
and persistent 1 finally told him she
had met with an accident. He was
silent for so long I thought he had
left the telephone, hut all of a sudden
he asked. ‘Hid she shoot herself?’ and
before 1 thought I answered ‘Yes.’
Then he cried out, ‘Oh, ntv God!' or
something like that and asked if she
was fatally Injured. 1 told him that
she was alive hut unconscious, and
then, Harding, he ask«d if I had «eeu
anything of a, yet tow Utter. 1 thought.
I had better tell hint nothing about,
that, so I answered 'No,’ and then he
rang off.”
"That was right,” I said. "Where
did he call up from?”
"I have no Idea.”
"When was It? How long ago?"
"Not very long—within the hour.”
Hastily I explained to Louise that a
man that I believed was Crandall was
here In the hotel with me and that F
would And hint at once and make hint
explain the mystery. Before 1 left the
booth I got the Ardway central again
and from her learned what l had he.
gun to suspect that "y»14i Madison”
had been called from the very booth
In which I stood, not over an hour be
fore. There was no longer any doubt
about It in my mind—Cook was Cran
dall. He evidently had gone straight
to the telephone booth after slipping
out of the room as I bad asked the
question about the yellow letter. From
the questions he put to Louise. h“
must have been suspecting that Kath
arine wrould try suicide. Why else
had he asked If she had shot herself?
He must have known her motive. He
surely could explain the dark mystery
that burdened her father and herself.
I resolved to seek him at once and,
even if I had to have him arrested on
some pretext, or If I had to use physi
cal force, to make him disgorge all he
knew. I felt in my pocket to make
sure that the revolver Davis had giv
en me was there, and hurried back to
the office.
"Have you seen anything of Cook?”
I asked, trying to mask the eagerness
with which I sought him.
"Not since this morning," the land
lord volunteered. "I guess you saw
him after I did. The coroner told me
you saw him leaving the room during
the inquest.”
"I seen him,” volunteered the clerk.
"Where? When?” I asked excitedly.
"About an hour ago, driving past
here liokety split with the black mare
from Jones' livery stable.”
tTo Be Continued Next Week.)