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fe Pyelele) Veal arealeinyele The Doom of Deanshurst. oper ye oe cHch CHAPTER UT, (Centinued.) How, upon these facts—even if he told the truth and were believed— would he stand in the eyes of the law? He would be deemed guilty, at the ve least, of manslaughter, with a pos claim to a merciful*sentence upon the score of the dastardly slaying of his brother. But these two lives meant so much to his future prospects at his version of the affair might pos- redited; and this was a not disposed to run if he could help it. He was far too clever to entertain the notion of immed flight from the scene of the tragedy he might run against some stray mem- ber of the shooting party, or game- keeper, attracted by the report of his gun. “If anyone turns up within five min- ates,” he muttered, “I'll stick to it that { heard the hot fired and followed the sound... tay! What a blundering idiot I ‘g As secretly and cautiously as though n eyes were watching him, Ste- laced the discharged cartridge in his gun Lb full one. His brother's weapon wa ke his own, a Greener, and they both habitually used Eley cartridges. He just as cautiously sub- stituted the exploded c ridge for the phen r sharged one in Oscar's right barrel. Next, still as though under observa- | tion, and under guise of examining the inflicted, he slightly tions of the two bodies, so to favor the only possible theory (a t from foul play on the part of a third | ) that could account for the f both. As they were now sit- it was co. ye that M gun should have gone off just ‘ived Derek’s blow. Whether jent or design, mattered little | tially to Stephen. | s course was plain enough. He allowed ample time, and no sound yproaching footsteps had broken | tillness. The shot, if heard altered | o have attracted attention, volved to return, as quietly and | eircuitously as he could, to Deans- burst, and leave the discovery of the | tragedy to others. I might have spared myself the trouble of pl acting,” he muttered, ight, for all that. Many a himself away when he be- | s characteristic reflection he d his steps toward the pathway. As might have been expected, the smen reached Deanshurst in some- | straggling order; but by six o'clock all had returned with the ex- ceptions of Derek and Major Deane, and vague feeling of uneasiness arose when this fact became . The weather, or desire to ea good bag, might have been deemed suflicient to explain the absence of any other couple but, somehow, none of the party sfied with either conjecture. Seven o'clock was the usual time for jinner, and sportsmen are a hungry | race. Yet when the hour struck, and there v still no sign of the m. pair, the genera xiety had so far tensified that Hirst was unanimously bidden to postpone the meal, and Search parties were decided upon. | One of tie pi remembered to have overheard Derek say something , about Bramham Wood, @ good way and Bramham !| prdingl resolved to | Woods it was ac axplore first. They then dispersed, ronder the guidance of gamekeepers and servants familiar with the woods, foping for the best, and half-dreading } some dire mishap. It was arranged that three shots, fired in quick succes- sion, would signalize the discovery of ithe avissing men; and the presence ot a large number of stable lanterns was proof that the search would not be @eadily given up. It was characteristic of Stephen Weane that he should haye attached himself to the party which, under the supposed guidance of the head game- keeper, but, unconsciously, swayed by himself, ultimately made the ghastly discovery. He was very cold and hungry, and ‘he saw no reason for beating about the woods, upon a false scent, half the aight. It was equally characteristic of him that he should have fallen back somewhat when he knew that they were near the fatal spot. Audacity and prudence were qualities which he zombined in masterly fashion. A loud ery from the gamekeeper, as the light from his lantern streamed ‘s the open space, brought his fol- rs (Stephen amongst them) to his food heavens!” he excaimed, in thorror-stricken tones, as he bent over some awfu’ bloody work done here!. ... See! ‘I’ young measter he be as dead ‘as an ounce o’ No. 6 in’s heart exn make ‘un! -And t’ Major's skull it ‘be bruk loik any cracked walnut!” There were two gentlemen, Turner and Verschoyle, of the party, besides Stephen; and it would have puzzled any onlooker to decide who of the three appeared to be most astonished and horrified at the gruesome discov- ery. That Stephen should have dis- played more emotion than they, was but natural; but he was not hysterical, wor did he raise his voice aloud in !:- mentation. He just buried his face in fis hands for a few moments, uttered m half-stifled sob, and then, as though ‘by a supreme effort, nerved himself to face the disaster. As if by common consent, the others seemed to look to ‘him for orders. “I cannot bring myself to handle 3 ) little drily. , ing gery can’t be of much use here, I’m afraid, old chap,” remarked Verschoy- le. “I think Langdon, who is with a party somewhere to the right of us, once put in a term at Guy’s. Suppose we signal the other fellows?’ The three preconcerted shots were accordingly fired. suming the worst,’ continued Stephen, “the question, of course, ar- ises as to how young Derek and my poor brother came to their deaths. Appearances point to a quarrel, fol- lowed by a blow from Derek’s gun and a shot from Oscar's; and, speaking as a lawyer, I think that, for once, ap- pearances must be right.” “Looks like it,”. assented Turner a little doubtfully. “But what puzzles me is, how your brother was able to fire after receiving such a murderous blow. Perhaps, though, his gun went off by accident as he fell.” “A very clever suggestion,” said Stephen, as though the idea had not j struck him before, “and one which, out of regard for my poor brother’s mem- ory, I trust the coroner’s jury will in- “There will be an inquest, you think?’ ertainly; there is no possibility of avoiding it.” “You're right there,” the gamekeep- er ventured to remark, “and wot’s more, there’ll be any amount of ques- tions axed ‘bout the findin’ 0’ t’ bodies, s | how they was a-lyin’, and so forth. I i wur twelve years a constable afore I | tuk to ’keepin,’ and, in coorse, I knows ' summat o’ these matters. Halloa! Here be Joe Brash a-comin’ with some | o’ tother gents.” Mr. Langdon, the gentleman spoken of as a former student of Guy’s Hos- pital, was amongst the newcomers, and made a careful examination of the : victims of the catastrophe. ble business, Langdon,” said hen,as he arose from his gruesome ‘though it is not hard to guess | how it came to pass.” “{ don't think there will be any ne- cessity for guessing,” was the reply. “What do you mean?” asked Ste- phen, erly. “They are dead, are they not?” . “Derek he has been dead soze | ’ rejoined Langdon. “But your brother is still alive, and if, as I hope, there has been no actual laceration of the brain, he will pull through........ Why. what's the matter?’ Stephen had reeled,as though about to fall, on hearing these hopeful words, which to him meant so much. Oscar still alive, and likely to recover! What effect might not his evidence have up- on the verdict of a jury? And if sus- picion were once aroused against a third person, might it not—through some unforeseen clue of mischance— fasten on to him? But, apart, even, from this danger, if Oscar lived, what would it profit him to have slain Der- ek. He felt sick at heart. i “The matter?’ he repeated, vaguely. | “Oh, nothing!. ......This terrible affair | has utterly unnerved me...... that’s all.” “No wonder,” remarked Langdon, a “But, come! We are wast- precious time here, and I must have Major Deane in bed as quickly as possible. A couple of the keepers had best run back to Deanshurst, send for the nearest surgeon, and meet us with a couple of stretchers—shutters will do, at a pinch...... There! Off with you, and look alive!” The amateur medico’s energy speedi- ly communicated itself to the rest; and, in a very short time, the dead youth and his barely-living antagonist were being slowly carried homeward upon litters, improvised from guns and bought, upon the track of the messen- gers. But, before the mournful cor- tege started, Ashcroft, the head game- keeper, justified his claims to volice- manlike astuteness by announcing his intention of remaining behind in com- pany with one of his subordinates. “What for?’ ‘queried Stephen, sharply. - “Why, you see,’ sit,” replied Ash- croft, “although t’ weather it ’pears to be mendin’ now, there might be an- other shower or two afore mornin’.” “Well, what then?” “I've been givin’ a look around as well as I could with this blamed lan- tern,” explained the keeper, “and I’ve found footmarks upon the opposite side of the clearing and leading away from here. They weren’t made by none of our party, that’s sartin sure. And I'd loik to see summat more of them footinarks, and mebbe follow ’em up a bit, afore the rain can wipe ’em out.” “Ah! indeed!” commented Stephen, with well-feigned carelessness. ‘“Any- thing peculiar about these footprints?’ “Well, there is, sir,’ assented Ash- croft, lowering his voice as though afraid of being overheard by his un- derlings. “There’s two sets of ’em, a few yards apart. One lot is just such marks as would be left by a gent’s shooting boot—like your honor’s, for instance, and meaning no offense, of course, sir. The others were made by a common pair of hob-nailed boots that a loborin’ man would wear. But that ain’t all, sir.” “All?” echoed Stephen, irritably, and inwardly cursing the fellow’s tracing instincts. Stephen cast one rapid glance at the keeper’s face, but, beyond a somewhat surly expression, he could read noth- ing. “Perhaps you are right, Ashcroft,” he said, quietly slipping a couple of sovereigns into his hand. “I appreci- ate your anxiety to throw light upon this awful affair. Let me know the restit of your investigations, will them—just yet,” he said, a little brok- enly. “Joo either of you fellows know anything of surgery?’ é 4 you?” “Aye, that I will, sir,” replied the keeper, greatly mollified by the gold Both shook their heads sadly. “Sur- | and the implied apology. “I was a- jtled plan at all costs. | piercing eyes suggestive of doubt, |should r | full memory and intelligence also re- j turn to him? goin’ to tell you as how my petiet “is | “Ah!” remarked Ashcroft. “Whose the main in the hob-nails was a-foller- in’ the gent in the shooting-boots. You see, the ground on t’other. side o’ this clearin’ is nigh baré o’ grass, and soft as putty arter t’ rain and the tracks they be as plain as can be. Howsom- ever, I'll have a good look presently, just to make sure.” In due course a well-equipped ambu- lance party, headed by Hirst, made its appearance, and Deanshurst was reached just as the nearest procurable medical practitioner drove up to the door. His verdict practically agreed with Mr. Langdon’s. The _ ill-fated young heir was long past, all human aid. Major Deane had sustained a se- vere concussion of the brain and in- juries to the skull, which would prob- ably necessitate trepanning. But his chances of ultimate recovery were by no means hopeless, there being, in Dr. Rowan’s opinion, greater danger to his reason than to his life. A specialist was at once telegraphed for, together with nurses from a lead- ing hospital. The coroner was com- muni¢éa@d ‘with, and, pending his ar- rival, ill-starred Derek was laid out in such semi-state as the tastes or imag- inations of the Hirst couple suggested. It was desired to withhold the dire news from the aged baronet, by the doctor’s advice. And then the belated dinner was set forth, in guise of supper, to an utterly demoralized, uncomfortable, but, with- al, ravenous a party of sportsmen as ever sat down to table. Little was said about the tragedy enacted in Bramham Woods. time. And no one voiced the secret hope of every man present: that the verdict of the coroner’s jury, might speedily release them from the neces- sity of prolonging their stay at blood- stained Deanshurst. In a fit of abstraction, Stephen Deane remained in the dining room, standing before the huge fire-place, long after the others had withdrawn. In good sooth, he had amp%e perturb- ing matter to occupy his thoughts. The Creator and he alone knew to what ex- tent, to what degree, he was guilty of his cousin’s blood. Most certainly he had taken his life, but the expression of his stern, hard- set face denoted nothing of remorse. Resolution was what it betokened; the fixed resolve to go through with a set- Occasionally a into the dark, half-wild look came most of fear. Had he not reason io dread the hour when his brother in consciousness, should Could he and would he be able to swear that his gun was hanging, un- cocked, upon his right forearm when he was struck down, and that, the: fore, he could not, even unconsciously, have discharged it in fis fall? If he did swear this, and were believed, then suspicion would necessarily falli—upon whom? That accursed gamekeeper had dis- covered tracks—his, Stephen’s, tracks, beyond a doubt. He had, also, he as- serted, found imprints of some yokel’s boots near these. Could there have been any other eye-witness of the quarrel than himself, who had, pet- Deanshurst? Stephen Deane was no coward, but he was still further removed from be- {ing a fool; and he realized that these were possibilities which might have to be faced. ery well; he would face them. And, as it happened, his eyes at that moment rested upon the framed doggerel which had, that very day, been once more verified in the person of Derek. “Renounce the gold?’ he muttered, grimly. “Not I—if I can get it. And get it I must......and shall!” ~ \ CHAPTER Iv. Stephen Takes the Lead, The head gamekeeper’s researches had clearly not been void of results, for, true to his promise to keep Ste phen informed of his progress, he paid an early visit to Deanshurst the fol- lowing morning and asked to see that gentleman. But, early as he was, he was too late for his purpose. Mr. Deane, he was informed by a lad en- gaged in the useful occupation of boot- cleaning, had ridden forth upon a bi- eycle half an hour before. “Did he say where he was going?’ queried Asheroft. “Not as I know of,’ was the reply. “Winchester, belike. He took a small parcel strapped in front of him.” Ashcroft watehed the boot-cleaning operations in silence for some minutes. Then an idea appeared to strike him. “I suppose Mr. Hirst ain’t up yet,” he remarked, reflectively. “Do you think you could get me a drop of some- thing short from one of t’other chaps? Or—what’s better—ask t’ cook. She’l give it, right enough, if you say it’s for me.” “L’ll try, if you loike,” said the lad, departing upon his errand. No sooner was his back turned than the gamekeeper, hastily producing a piece of string knotted at irregular in- tervals, proceeded to take measure- ments of all the right-foot boots he could discover. Several times he re- peated his measurements, as though in doubt, but without. satisfactory re- sults. “It ain’t among that lot I don’t think,” he muttered, “and they be mostly shootin’ boots, too. All a bit too long and a trifle wide in the tread.” The lad presently returned with some spirits in a glass, which he of- fered to Ashcroft. “Thank, lad,” said the latter, drain- ing the contents. “I’ll leave a brace 0’ birds at your mother’s. Dirty job, cleanin’ boots in soft weather, eh?’ “You'd say so if you knowed how precious hard to please some o’ the gents is,” was the reply. “It don’t matter much to-day I ’spect, ’cos none of ’em can’t well go shootin’ arter wot happened yesterday. There’ll be a crowner’s ’quest, won’t there?” “Yes, mayhap to-day,” assented Ash- croft. “By the way, you ain’t got all t’ boots there as was worn yesterday, have you?” “No,” answered the lad; “that I ain’t. Wot’s more, I ain’t got the worst pair of the whole lot to dorsatis.;| — ST eae fact'ry, as ve may say.” r Other subjects ap- | peared equally out of place at such a be they?” “Why, Mr. Stephen Deane's,” re- | joined the lad, with emphasis. “Ye can’t please him, do wot ye will.” “How comes it they ain’t, ’mong the rest?” queried Ashcroft. “They warn’t left outside his door,” was the explanaticn, “and ’tain’t loike- ‘ly I'm a-goin’ to ax for ’em.” “No,” said: Ashcroft, rather absently, i “in course not. Good-bye, lad. I'l not forget them birds.” Winchester was distant nine miles \from Deanshurst, and whatever Mr. | Stephen Deane's business. in that city dif, mdeed, Winchester were his des- lipation) he would probably not be back for some hours. So Ashcroft i ; Vited Limself to breakfast in the se vants’ hall and awaited his return. Very gloomy and mournful was the entire household, as was but natural under the circumstances. Dr. Rowan, who happesed to be an intimate friend of the district coroner, departed, at the | earnest entreaty of all the guests, to | expedite the movements of that official, leaving the still unconscious Major ,to the care of the newly-arrived special- ist and nurses. And then everyone, as though by common accord proceeded | to pack up, in readiness for immediate | departure a8 soon as the conclusion of the inquest should leave them free. In sooth, the position was a most painful one to all concerned. Their nominal hest bed-ridden and ignorant of what had occurred. Dhe youthful heir dead. Little wonder that the thought, of 211 centered upon flight. Stephen returned before the arrival of the coroner. He had taken upon himself, he explained, to make ar- rangements with the leading Winches- ter firm of undertakers for the funeral. And then Ashcroft sought audience of him. “I scarce know what to do, sir,” the gamekeeper explained, “cos, you see, wot I’ve found out might go a long way towards fixin’ t’ opion of t’ jury. It rained cats an’ dogs last night; but, long afore t’ rain come down, Vd measured them boot-marks and fol- lered ’em up a good way from t’ clear- in’. They be washed out now, in coorse. But I’d swear middlin’ hard ‘them as made those tracks knows a lot ’bout this business.” “But if so, if there is anything real in your theory, how is it neither of these mysterious individuals has come forward to state what he kno ” de- manded the lawyer, with well-feigned Scepticism. “That's more nor I can tell,” replied Ashcroft, doggedly; “but it don’t do uway with them foot-marks, do it? “No, of course not,” assented Ste- phen, more civilly. “Let me see. You believe, apparently, that there were witnesses to the shooting of my cousin, and that it may be possible to trace these witnesses by means of certain measurements which you have made of their foot-prints. Is not that so?” “Yes, sir; that’s just what I do be lieve,” eonfirmed Ashcroft. “Well,” continued Stephen, “I dare. say if you state your suspicions at the inquest, the coroner will give them due consideration, and the matter will be placed in the hands of an experienced detective—” “Aye,” broke in the gamekeeper, in dignantly, “That's ’xactly whot would happen! Here have I, Sam Ashcroft, been and done all t” work, for one 0 they Scotland Yard chaps to step in and take all t” eredit o° it!” “Why, of course,” said Stephen; “that’s what always happens. Detect- ives always work ‘from information received.” It’s only in story-books they find their own clues.” Ashcroft remained silent for some little time; he was clearly perplexed how to act. “See here, #r,’” he said, presently, “do you think I’m bound to tell t’ coroner all that I’ve told rou?’ Where a prompt, convincing lie could serve his purpose, Stephem Deane was scarcely the man to hesitate about tell- ing it. “Bound to tell your theories to the coroner?” he repeated, with a harsh, grating laugh. “Of course not, unless you wish to pose as a sort of provin cial Sherlock Holmes.” “I don’t know nowt "bout the gent you speak of, and I don’t ‘want to pose, nohow,” rejoined Ashcroft. “I’m merely asking your advice, Mr. Deane, as to wot I'd best do, that’s all.” “Why ask me?’ queried Stephem, se- lecting a cigar from his ease. “What have I to do with it?” “Oh! nothing—as I knows on,” was the guarded reply. “Only I thought as ‘ow perhaps you mightn’t wish to have any more fuss made about the matter. And, in coors, bar wot I might ’ave to say, there aint nowt for t” jury to bother about.” “That is so, E daresay,” assented Stephen, “and I really see nothing to be gained by making the wretched business more sensational than it is already. So my advice to you is to let the matter drop. By the way, you de- serve something more substantial than thanks for the trouble you’ve taken. Here’s a ten-pound note for you.” The gamekeeper hesitated, as though still in doubt, for a few moments. Then he took the proffered bank-note. “Thank ’ee, sir,’ he said, with no great show of gratitude, however, in his tere. “Mum's the word.” “I must keep my eye on that fellow,” muttered Stephen, scowling at the re treating figure. “He has just brains enough to be dangerous, and he is be coming too confidential and familiar in his manner to my taste. However, I think he can be trusted to hold his tongue at the inquest; and, after that —well, if he’s wise, he'll continue to keep his suspicions to himself to the end of the chapter.” * * * * * > The inevitable inquest in due eourse was held upon Derek’s remains, 2nd, for a considerable time, bade fair to end in a hopeless disagreement of the jury. That the “young squire’ had come by his death through a shot fired from Major Deane’s gun seemed clear to all; but had the Major fired this shot, or was it the result of aceident? The Major was, and would be for prob- ably a long time to come, ‘ineapable ot throwing any light upon the subject, even were his testimony admissible, in view of the feud known to have exist- ed between his cousin and himself; and other witnesses of the tragedy there were none. r NS a ace er ees ea ~ ~ @o Be Continued) — mee ng Rritish Bacon Market. Department of Agriculture Report: To supply the present demand for the British market requires the importa- tion of more than 500,000,000 pounds of bacon a year. This bacon is pro- cured almost entirely from three coun- tries, the United States, Denmark and Canada. Although the United States is still the chief source of supply, the quantity pur@hased from this country is decidedly smaller than it was “ve or six years ago. On the other hand, the British have greatly increased their importations of Danish and Canadian bacon. An inquiry into the reason for this change in the course of trade discloses the fact that our bacon 18 not so well adapted to the require- ments of the British market as is that imported from Denmark and Canada. The article produced in the United States is chiefly corn-fed bacon, and although regarded with high favor .n our own markets, it carries altogether too much fat to suit the taste of the English consumer. Denmark and Can- ada furnish a much leaner grade of bacon. Their producers have studied the peculiar wants of the British mar- ket, and with such success that they are already making important inroads upon our trade. The Danish and Ca- nadian brands of bacon are regarded in Great Britain as being so far su- perior to ours that the price paid for them is several cents a pound higher. As we send annually to the British market more than 300,000,000 pounds of this product, the loss of only a few cents in the price per pound makes an enormous difference in the profits of the trade. It will therefore be to the interest of our producers, in providing bacon for the British trade, to give more attention to the peculiar wants of the people to be supplied, for in this way only can a profitable development of our export business be accomplished. Worthless Food Stimulants. About three years ago the Vermont Experiment Station made a feeding trial with Nutriotone. 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King, Ltd..931 Arch St. Philadelphia, Pa Down: in front—a young mants finst attempt at mustache: culture-. Hall's: Catarrh Cure Istaken internally. Price, 75e:. Much) of tir experience a man gets comes too late: to benefit him. For a perfect complexion and: a clear, COsuO BUTTERMILK. AP: Sold everywhere. ‘The: first thing a man does afte rmaking @ | fool of himself is to explain how it happened. No-Eo-Bao for Fifty Cents. Guaranteed tobacco-habit cure, makes weals A plece-maken—tite: pie-knife SINGULAR STATEMEN' From. Mrs. Rank to Mrs. Pinkham, The following letter to Mrs, Pink- ham from Mrs. M. Rawk, No. 2,354 East Susquehanna Ave.,. Philadelphia, Pa., is remarkable statement of re~ lief from utter discopragement. She says: “I never ean find words with which ¢ to thank you for what Lydia E. Pink- ham's Vegetable Compound has done for me. “Some years ago I had womb trouble and doctored for a long time, not see- ing any improvement. At times I would feel well enough, and other times was miserable. So it went on until last October, I felt something terrible creeping over me, I knew not what, but kept getting worse. I can hardly explain my feelings at that time. I was so depressed in spirits that I did not wish to live, although I had everything tolive for. Had hys- teria, was very nervous; could not. sleep and was not safe te be left alone. : “Indeed, I theught I would lose my mind. No one knows what I endured. “‘] continued this way yntil the lest of February, when I saw in a pape® testimonial of a lady whose case was similar to mine, and who had been cured by Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegeta+ ble Compound. I determined to try it, and felt better after the first dose. I continued taking it, and to-day am a well woman, and can say from my: heart, ‘Thank God for such a medi- cine.”” ‘ _Mrs. Pinkham invites all suffering women to write to her at Lynn, Mass., for advice. All such letters are seen and afswered by women only. en r