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j | -~ = a THE SECOND DANDY CHATER By Tom s ead ak ad ek Galion, CHAPTER VIII.—(Continued). A thought had been growing in Phil- ip Chater’s mind while they walked, and he suddenly put it into werds. “You have some reason other than mere instinct of which you speak for disliking Ogledon so much?” He said it slowly, having been at some pains to work the thing out in his mind. “{ thought we had done with the matter, and were not to speak of it again?” she said. “I think you ought to tell me—I think I ought to know,” he said, dog- gediy. “In fact, haven’t I right to know?” She was silent for some moments, while they still paced on steadily, side | by side, leaving the gate in the garden farther behind them at every step. “Yes, I suppose you have the right,” she said, at last. “I always suspected the man, Dandy—I always. disliked him. But a little time since, presum- ing upon a chance meeting with me, he protested—oh, you will not remem- ber this afterward, will you?—he pro- tested his love for me in a fashion so violent that I have feared him ever since. He said that the stories about you and that girl, Patience Miller-——” Do what he would he could not re- a start—could not keep his face within control. So violent art been that she had} inctively, and had dropped stopped ii her hand from his arm. “Why, what is the matter? Dandy, dear, you are ill!” “Nothing, nothing is fhe matter,” he replied, with a faint amile. “Good heavens, what’s that?” In the silence of the place, as the man and the woman stood looking into each other’s eyes, there had come, } borne upon the still air, the unmistak- | able thud, thud of a spade in stiff earth. A question forced itself to the man’s | lips, and found voice, quite as though | some other voice had spoken. | “Madge, in heaven's name, what | place is this?” | She stared at him in mingled amaze- | ment and terror; while he, for his part ; seemed to count the sturdy thud, thud | near to them, as he might have count- ed his own heart-beats, if life were ebbing from him. What place? Dandy, you are ar ing! Surely you know that this is the wood—the wood behind the mill, you know.” With a cry like that of a wounded animal Philip Chater sprang from her plunging among the trees in on of that frightful sound. 1me, in a moment, upon some- which brought him to his with a suppressed scream: the body of a young girl, about whom all the earth seemed stained a dreadful crimson. Beyond that sight was the young lad, Harry, upon his knees in a long, shallow trench, in which .he was digging away like a fury. He neither heard his master’s approach no glanced up for a moment. Philip turned, and crashed back through the wood until he reached the woman's side again. “Come away.” he whispered, hurriedly; “it is noth- ing; come away, for heaven’s sake!” But she broke from him, and went racing iu the direction he had himself taken, and was lost to sight in a mo- ment. He heard, through the silence that brooded awfully upon the place, a piercing scream, and the next moment she came plunging headlong past him, and went staggering blindly, with her hands before her eyes, in the direction in which they had walked so calmly but a few moments before. and \ CHAPTER 1X. A Summons From Shylock. For quite a long time Philip Chater atood staring helplessly in the direc- tion in which the girl had disappeared. \All around him was the silence of the wood. So still. was it all that he al- ‘most shrieked aloud when a hand was laid softly on -his arm. It was Harry—white-faced and shak- ing as though with ague. He, too, gazed in the direction in which Philip’s ey2s were turned, and spoke in a& frightened whisper: “Master Dandy, did .she—did see it?” The question roused Philip, and put the whole horrible thing more clearly before him than it had appeared even in his imagination. He looked round; at the lad and spoke aloud, and in a tone of recklessness quite out of keep- | ing with the peril of his situation. But all considerations of prudence had been swept aside, at that time; ringing in his ears still was the startled! scream of the woman he loved—yes, he could confess it to his own heart now that he had lost her. “See it? Of course she saw it. What | does it matter All the world may see it; all the world. may know it. Take your spade away, Harry; you may dig a graye as deep as the bottomless pit itself, and yet you shall not hide that thing! Why do you tremble? What is there for you to tremble at? Her blood cries out—not against you, but against me; it cries to heaven: ‘See— Dandy Chater killed m\N—Dandy Cha- ter spilled my bieod on God's fair she earth—Dandy Chater——’” His voice had risen to a cry; the other sprang at him, and clapped a shaking hand over his mouth. “Stop—stop, for heaven’s sake!” he cried, huskily. ter Dandy—are you mad? I tell you it can be hidden; no man knows of it but myself, and Miss Barnshaw will say nothing.”” “I tell you it shall not be hidden,” eried Philip, impatiently. “Why—if any one found you here, digging a grave for it—don’t you understand o that suspicion would fall upon you “I don’t care about that, Master Dandy,” he cried. “Better me than you. Let them think what they will, Master Dandy; only get you gone, be- fore the hue and cry is raised.” “No—I shall not go,, replied’ Philip, speaking quite calmly. “My dear boy, you can’t understand that it doesn’t matter one little bit—now. It has been a blunder and a muddle from first to last; Fate has proved too strong for me; I'll struggle against it no longer.” “But, Master Dandy,” urged the eager voice, “won’t you let me hide it —at least, for the moment? It will give you time to get away—time to hide.” “IT tell you I ‘shall not hide,” said Philip, quietly. “Come away; I won't have you mixed up in the business. Why, dear lad”’—he dropped his hand for a moment on the other’s shoulder —‘“there’s a sweet girl whom you love, and who loves you, I'll be bound, no matter what she may say. Your life is straight before you; you mustn't throw it away on me.” He turned and went in the direction he had come, looking behind him once to be certain that the other was fol- lowing. . Suddenly remembering that he was like a blind man, groping his way, and having no desire to go near Madge Branshaw’s house again, he turned abruptly, when he had gone a little way, and motioned to Harry to go before him. “Lead the way,” he said, in the old tone of authority—“I want to be sure that you don’t go back again. Harry passed him, with bent head, and walked in front. And in that or- der they came to Chater Hall. Once inside the home which he felt was rightly his, and surrounded by the quiet and luxurious repose of it, the mood of the man changed. He was but young, and life was very, very sweet. Quixotism, self-sacrifice, des- pair—all these things went to the winds. He was a hunted man, playing a desperate game with chance, with his life for the state. Pretence was gone, and he was more* lonely even than before. The one be- ing who had seemed to turn to him naturally avoided him now with hor- ror as one whose hands were stained with blood. Whatever hope might have been in his mind of escaping was gone; he no longer masqueraded in another man’s garments and in an- other man’s place—he was battling for his life. “Every moment that I stay here makes the danger greater; that thing may be found, and they may be upon me, like bloodhounds, at any moment. I must clear myself; I must, if neces- sary undo all that I have done, and declare who I really am. But, if-I stop here, I shall be caught like a rat in a trap. I want time to think—time to plan out what I must do——what’s that?” Some one had knocked softly at the door. After a moment’s pause: Philip Chater, in a nervous voice, called out: “Come in!” é A servant entered, bearing a letter. “] did not know you were in, sir,” he said. “This came while you were out.” Philip Chater—doubly suspicious now—looked at the man curiously as he took the letter. Was it possible that some one had watched his going out—had even seen Harry going in the direction of. the wood first, carrying the spade for his awful work? The spade! It had been left behind, in that half-dug grave; there had been no time even to think of it. Almost mechanically he tore open the envelope and unfolded th esheet within it: Dear Sir: It is imperative that you should see me at once. I use the term “imperative,” because it is necessary that there should be no delay about the matter. Permit me to add that the business has reference to the draft, recently paid into my hands, and drawn by a Mr. Arthur Barnshaw. I must ask you, if quite convenient to yourself, to be good enough to call upon me, at my office, to-morrow (Thursday) before noon. I am, dear sir, your, obedient servant, —‘“Z. Isaacson.” The letter bore an address in the neighborhood of Old Broad street, London, and was dated that day. Philip Chater read the letter through three times, without coming any nearer to its meaning. Again, the phrase, “drawn by a Mr. Arthur Barn- shaw,” was more puzzling than any- thing else. It was, of course, probable —indeed, almost certain—that. this Mr, Arthur Barnshaw was a relative ‘of Madge; but, if so, what relative? And on what terms of friendship, or > \ § “Are you mad, Mas- |, otherwise. had he stood with the late | Dandy ‘Chater? All these things had tobe discovered. “Under oany circumstances,” said Philip to himself, “this letter helps me, and points the road that I must travel, For the time, at least, I must get out of the way; this business calls me to London, and to London I will go. The name of Isaacson has a flavor of 60 per cent and promissory notes; but I must leave explanations to him. I wish I knew who Arthur Barnshaw is.” * Still with that dread upon him df the fearful thing in the wood, he de- termined not to wait until the morrow, but to start. for London that night. Finding, however, that it was far too late for any trains to be running, he made up his mind to press Harry into his service, and sent for him without any delay. 4 The lad made his appearance at once, and stood quietly just within the closed door of the room, waiting for his master to speak. Between the two. from this night onward, there seemed a tacit understanding that something was not to be mentioned between them, at any time, even while there was an equally strong understanding, also unspoken, that each watched for danger and was ready to act swiftly, if necessary. “Harry, I am going to London. Yes yes—I know,” as the other glanced in- stinctively at the clock—“it’s too late for trains; I must drive as far as pos- sible, and walk the rest. I leave all the details to you; get the horse you think will stay best; we shall go some fifteen miles, and you can then drop me and drive back. Quick—there is no time to.be lost!” Understanding only too well the necessity for quickness and for cau- tion, Harry returned in a very short space of time to announce that the dog cart was in waiting at the gate in. the lane, and a_ bag, packed with a} few necessary articles, already in it. With the servant leading the way, Philip went through a long passage he had never traversed before, and, pass- ing through a low doorway, found him- self under the stars. The two men went silently across a sort of paddock, and came out into a narrow lane. where the dogcart stood waiting, with the horse fastened to the fence. “I thought it best to do it myself, Master Dandy, so I sent Jim away and did the harnessing alone,” he said. “Quite right, Harry,” replied Philip. “Here—you'd better drive—and take the straight road for London, once we get past the village.” They had come almost to the end of the lane when Philip’s quick ear de- tected the sound of running feet on the road toward which they were driving He signalled to Harry to check the horse, scarcely twenty yards from the road; and they drew up in the shadow of the trees. “Get down,” he whispered to tho lad, “and stroll out into the road to meet them. Find out what is the matter.” Harry jumped down and reached the road just as two men came running heavily along it. Philip, listening in- tently while they gave their breathless answers, knew that the body was found, and that the frightened yokels were off ip search of the village con- stable. As their hurried footsteps died away in the distance Harry came back to the trap-and climbed in and took the reins. ‘ “you were wise to start tonight, Master Dandy,” he said, as he started the horse. “Bamberton won't sleep to- night, with this news in the air.” Leaving Bamberton behind them Philip Chater and his companion head- ed straight for London. It was pitch dark, ard heavy rain had begun to fall when, within about ten or fifteen miles of the first straggling outskirts of the great city, Philip directed the vehicle to be stopped, and sprang down into the road. They had rattled on, mile after mile, in silence; now, as he stood beside the steaming horse, he looked up at his servant. (To Be Continued.) GLAD THIS BEAR IS DEAD. Robbed All the Bee Trees and Left No Honey. for the Hunters. Nimrods returning from the Punxsu- tawney camp in Clearfield county, es- pecially those who go there for the purpose of hunting wild honey, feel grateful to Sunny Joe Wilson for re- moving their. chief competitor. The pig black bear which Mr, Wilson shot last Monday also had a sweet tooth, and for several seasons he had been making the rounds of the bee trees in the vicinity of the Punxsutawney ‘camp with the result that the families of the hunters have annually been robbed of hundreds of pounds of honey. David Hooper and Thomas Allebran of this place, who in company with the keeper of the camp, James Brew- er, spent last week cutting bee trees found evidence on every hand of bru- in’s depredations. During the week they cut six large bee trees, every one of which had been tampered with and when the bear was finally brought to earth the swollen condition of his eyes showed that he had recently met with desperate opposition from the bees while making the rounds for honey. During the week, however, Messrs, Brewer, Hoover and Allebran secured more than 300 pounds of honey, which they rendered in camp and later shipped to their homes. ‘With bruin out of the way the hunters believe that next season’s supply of wild honey will be largely increased. , Consolation. . fy Lives of great men oft remind us ” “We can keep our mhemory y i By leaving a 7 ensue ewe valli us, |) Over which our heirs can fight. THE PROGRESS OF THE. CANA “DIAN WEST.’ Nearly 200,000 of an Increase in Cana- + -da’g-lmmigration in 1906. The progress of a new: country can- not be better ascertained than by not- ing the increase of railroad mileage in its transportation system, and, judged by this standard, the Canadian West Jeads all the countries in the world during the current year. -Thirty years ago there was not one hundred miles of railroad west of the Great Lakes, and very little prospect of a trans- continental route for many years to come, but by the end of 1885 the Canadian Pacific Railway was within measurable distance of completion, and last year—twenty years later— over 6,000 miles of railroad traversed the provinces of Manitoba, Sas- katchewan and Alberta. In the past year the work of rail- road construction has been vigorously prosecuted, and by the end of 1906, some 5,000 miles of completed railroad has been added, making a total of fully 11,000 miles in the three great grain producing provinces of Canada. Such an increase in the transportation facilities of the country is bound to make good times not only in the dis- tricts where the railroads are being built, but throughout the entire west. Allowing $20,000 a mile for construc- tion, the sum of $100,000,000 will be put in circulation, and this in itself should cause good times to prevail in a land where work is plentiful, wages are high, and the cost of living is mod- erate. But the building of new railroads through Western Canada means a greater, benefit to the ‘country than merely the money put in circulation by. the cost of construction. Addition- al railway building means the opening of new agricultural districts and an additional area under crops; a largely increased output of grain to foreign markets with consequent financial re- turns; the erection of elevators and the growth of villages, towns and cit- ies; and everything else that makes for the progress of national life, and the opening up of additional thousands of free homesteads, so extensively ad- vertised by the Canadian government agent, whose address appears else where. It was stated on the floor of the Canadian Parliament recently by a prominent representative that ten years from now would see the bulk of the population of Canada _ residing west of the Great Lakes, and if the work of railway building during the present year is any criterion, the prophecy made by the Canadian states- man may be easily fulfilled inside of the time stated. During the present year no less than 189,064 persons have found homes in the Canadian west, of whom 57,796 were Americans who have seen the great possibilities of this new West, and have decided to cast in their lot with it. Certainly, our neighbor north of the 49th parallel is making a great record, and deserves the success that appears to be coming its way. \ The Purchasing Agent. “Dad,” asked Bobby, “what is biol- ogy?” “Go ask your mother,” replied Dad, “She. spends the most mon- $100 Reward, $100. yf this paper wilt be pleased to fearn least one dreaded di at actence to cure in all its sta ind that is Catarrh. 8, Catarrh Cure 4s the. only positive cure now Known to the medical fraternity, Catarrh being @ constitutional disease, requires ‘@ constitu- tional treatment. 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Where there is a_ genial brotherhood and sisterhood of spir- ituality.” This remarkable woman numbers among her other accomplishments the writing of poetry. Her friends claim she can foretell coming events with almost unerring certainty.. She has been a student of materia medica since girlhood. Recently a number of prom- inent people have visited the shanty in which she makes her earthly abode while waiting patiently for the time to come when her spirit will be trans- ported to “the land of the sky and stars,” and every one remarks upon her phenomenal mentality. WASHINGTON AS A MODEL CITY The Movement Has Lately Been Given Decided Impetus. The most notable piece of coopera- tion has been in the movement to make the national capital a model city in its social and economic environ- ment, as well as in broad avenue and public building. The Washington monument has a stone from every state in the union. The civic neglect of the District of Columbia has come from the same quarries. For congress is the common council of the district and year after year had administered defeat to meas- ures that would restrict child labor and: lower an excessive infant mor- tality; would require compulsory edu- cation for Washington children at the hands of the same authority which builds schoolhouses for the Tagalogs, and would raze alley shacks, fairly un- der the eaves of the capitol, which, on the word of two western senators, were not fit for cow stables. The fight against child labor and for compulsory education has yet to be won. But a wife-desertion bill was passed, a juvenile court’ bill enacted and a judge appointed, two foul blind alleys were opened at once into minor streets, the president commissioned a special representative to investigate conditions, and a bill passed providing for the condemnation of insanmitary dwellings, which had hung fire for nine years. Here was more social leg: islation in five months than in as many years before. Has Fondness for Capitai City. Mrs. Elihu Root, wife of the secre tary. of state, despises. Washington life as much as her husband likes it. Mrs, Root was instrumental.in get- ting her husband to resign. ‘as secre- tary of war and return to New York. She did not know of the preliminary arrangements when the president in- vited Mr. Root to take, John Hay’s place in the cabinet, and the an nouncement that Mr. Root had accept- ed the portfolio of state came as a great. surprise to her while she was visiting some relatives up state in New York, She read a dispatch from her hus- band. announcing his decision, and then turned to her friends and said: “I do believe that if they offered that husband of mine a place as policeman in Washington he would take it, he likes to live there sc well.” - The ‘Vice President Suffered. Vice President Fairbanks was ex clanging compliments with the mayor of. Kansas. 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