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t THE SECOND i, ¥|, DANDY CHATER " 7 “By Tom Gallon. CHAPTER XXI.—(Continued). “I was his servant,” replied Harry, casting down his eyes and speaking in a low voice. and handed him over to the police.” The little doctor looked at Harry for some moments with great gravity, and then shook his head at him reproach- fully. “My young friend — my dear young friend,” he became quite melan- echoly over him, “it’s very evident to me that you are on the downward path, in the Evil One’s ‘clutches. You've been dreaming. Dandy Chater is as dead as Pharaoh.” “Heaven forbid!” exclaimed Harry, turning white. “What do you mean?” “Dandy Chater was drowned—a week or two back—in that noble stream, the Thames.” Harry burst into a roar of laughter. “A week or two back!” he exclaimed. “You must be out of your mind; why, he’s been down here, within the past few days—has been in Chelmsford goal to stand his trial for murder, and is now at large about the country some- where—heaven be kind to him, wherev- er he is!—with the police hunting high and low for him.” Cripps sat down suddenly on a bench. “Would you be so kind, so very kind, young man, as to call for a little drop of brandy—neat?” he said, in a shaky voice. “I’ve been persuad- ing myself, for the last week, that I dreamed it all, and now I find that it’s all true.” Harry called for the brandy, and Cripps swallowed it, murmuring to himself, over and over again, as he sat down the empty glass: “Dandy Cha- n the river—Dandy Chater got the necklace—Dandy Chater in Chelms- ford goal—Dandy Chater running about the country with the police after him. And Ogledon said that he——” He checked himself hurriedly there and got up. “You are a most estima- ble young man,” he said,” addressing Harry, “and I would recommend you to drink as little as possible, and not to see more Dandy Chaters than you can help at once. Now, if you are go- ing toward Bamberton, perhaps you ll be good enough to put me on my road.” Harry expressing his willingness to do so, the two went out of the inn to- gether and set off. For a long time they walked in silence; but the doc- mind was busy. Perhaps the re fact of coming again in daylight ¢ old, well-remembered scenes ed that blurred and faded thing, his memory; perhaps the sight in the nee of the towers of Chater Hall ed it still more. Whatever it may ve been, he suddenly stopped in the just before he came to the vil- lage, and clapped his hands together, with a cry; burst into a shriek of jaughter, and began to dance and caper wildly about in the dust. Harry, fully convinced that the man had sud- y gone mad, backed away from and stood ready to defend him- —ho—ho!” screamed the doc- tor, slapping his thighs, punching him- self in the ribs, and still dancing as > as ever. “Here's a joke! Here's iness! Here's a topsy-turvy, up- down affair! Ho—ho—ho! It’s the other child; it’s the twin that was nuggled away!” y, feeling at last that the man was serious, and that his disjointed re- ks had a meaning which the other uld not fathom, sprang at him, shook him, and demanded to know t he meant. “Oh, you idiots! you plunderers!” Cripps was still laughing boisterously. “Don’t you see that there are two of them? One dead—t’other living!” Further than that he would say noth- ing; he still continued to dance about n the dust and to clap his hands and to shriek with laughter, and to shout over and over again, that one was dead and t’other living. Harry, filled with repentance fer the trouble he had brought upon his master, and keenly anxious to do all in his power to undo the wrong he felt he had committed, began to feel that this man might know something concerning Dandy Chater which would be useful; that he might be able, in some strange way, to save the man against whom that fear- ful charge of murder had been made. Looking at him, Harry began to won- der what to do; how to force from this man the information he probably held. Feeling his own weakness in the mat- ter, he cast about in his mind to dis- cover to whom he might turn for help. He must find, in the first place, a friend of the man he desired to assist —some one about whose loyalty to Dandy Chater there could be no faint- est doubt. The name of one person af- ter another occurred to him—only to be immediately rejected, as an avowed believer in his guilt or as too weak to be of use. Suddenly there came the thought of Miss Barnshaw—the wo- man who loved Dandy Chater—who was rich, and had powerful friends; he decided to go to her 2t once, and to take Cripps with him. To go to her was easy enough; to take the little man was another mat- ter. For Cripps already began to re pent of having said anything to a stranger, even in the natural excite- ment attending the discovery he felt he had made; on Harry suggesting, “And I—I betrayed him | eee ene Serer) | with much eagerness, that they should go together to see Miss Barnshaw, he at once became very grave again, and resolutely shook his head. Visions. of Ogledon; of the body he had assisted to drag from the river; of many other things—floated before him; he decided to hold his tongue. Feeling, however, on second thought that it might be possible that this young and rich lady would be willing to assist so forlorn an outcast, in need of considerable refreshment, he at length consented to accompany the lad to her house; and was hurried alons, at a most undignified pace, by Harry, immediately his consent had been ob- tained. Harry stipulated that he should first see the young lady alone, in order to prepare her for whatever communica- tion Cripps might have to make; and that gentleman, complying with so | reasonable a request, took a seat in the hall, while Harry was shown into the presence of Madge, who was alone. There, his courage and resolution began to fail him at once—the more so that she came eagerly toward him, with a flush on her face and with her eyes lit up with a faint hope that he had news for her. “What is it, Harry; what have you to tell me? she asked, quickly. “] want to be fair and just, miss,” he said; “I want to undo some of the wrong I have done and have so bitter- ly repented of.” | “What wrong?” she asked. Harry hung his head a little lower. “I sold Master Dandy, miss; I gave him up to the police, when he might have escaped; I put them on his track.” “You! But I thought——” “Oh, yes, miss,” he said, bitterly, glancing up at her—‘“I know what you thought; I know what every one thought. You believed that I loved him and was devoted to him. So I was; I would have died for him; I would die now to undo what I did that night. But I was mad, Miss Barn- shaw; I felt that he had done me a wrong, and I forgot—forgot all the rest. But now—now I want to put things right—to help him if I can to prove his innocence.” “Yes, yes, he is innocent, Harry; there can be no question about that,” she said, firmly. “I believe that with all my heart.” “And so do I, Miss Barnshaw,” re- plied the lad. “I feel now that he could never have struck down an un- protected girl. I know that, whatev- er mystery there may be about it all the Master Dandy we knew could nev- er have done the deed. And there is a man here, miss, a man I met by ac- cident, fvho knows him, and who has some strange story to teil about him. could make nothing of it myself, so brought him here, in the hope that you would see him, miss, and try to get the story from him. He has been babbling about twins, and there being two of them—two Dandy Chaters he seemed to mean, miss—and one dead and the other living.” She looked at him in perplexity for a moment, and then, following the di- rection of his eyes and a hasty move- ment he made toward the door, opened it swiftly and looked into the hall. She beckoned to Cripps, who got up some- what diffidently and came into the room. He had had time to think about the matter while he sat alone in the hall. Having a deadly fear of Ogledon, and of his own connection with those shady characters at Woolwich, he had come to the conclusion that the less he said the better would it be for him. At the same time, he wanted money; and, if this woman wanted information, she must pay for it, no matter how meager that information might be. Putting on an air of deep humility, he faced the girl, hat in hand, and waited for her to speak. “T am told,” she said at last, in a low voice, “that you have something to tell me concerning Mr. Dandy Chater —something that may help him, per- haps save him, from the fate which seems to be sweeping down upon him. Will you tell me what you know?” Cripps moistened his lips with his tongue, looked all around the room, looked into his hat, and finally raised his eyes to her face. “Owing to cir- cumstances I cannot explain, my dear young lady,” he said, in his weak treble, “I run a very great risk in tell- ing you anything; so great a risk that ....I hardly know how to put the matter .... that it will be necessary for you—or any one else—to make it worth my while to say anything.” “Tf you can help him, if you can tell me anything of service, you shall be paid liberally,” she responded, eagerly. The weak eyes of the little man twinkled, and he moistened his lips again. “I want—say, fifty pounds?” he hazarded. “It is yous. Tell me what you know.” “IT should like’—he hesitated, and turned his hat round and round—“I should like an open check—first.” She went straight to a desk in a corner of the room, was busy for a mo- ment, and then looked round at him. “To whom shalj I make it payable?” she asked. “Cripps is my name—Dr. J. Cripps, if you please.” She brought him the piece of paper, and he read it greedily and thrust it in his pocket; seemed to hesitate a little longer; and finally said what he had made up his mind to say. “My dear young lady, I am not usual- ly sober enough to give a Clear opinion upon anything; force of circumstances has kept me sober for nearly a week, and I am clearer about the head than usual. I can only say this: to the best of my knowledge and belief, there are two Dandy Chaters.” “Two!” she echoed, in a whisper. “Two. One was fished out of the Thames some days ago, and has been buried as an unknown man; the other is in Chelmsford goal or wandering about the country—I don’t know which. I only know that there are two of them.” t “But, great heavens, man,” she cried, “I have known one Dandy Cha- ter since his boyhood; we have grown up side by side. What other man can there be in his likeness?” “I don’t care anything about that,” said the doctor, obstinately, “and I’m not going to tell you more. I know that there are two—that one is dead and tother living; that’s all.” “But, my good man, I implore you to relieve my anxiety. Can’t you see my position? Which of these men is it who committed the murder of which the living one is accused; and which has been my friend—and my lover?” The doctor shook his head helpless- ly. “The Lord only knows,” he said; “I don’t!” CHAPTER XXIil. Ogledon Plays His Last Card. Philip Chater, after being tumbled so unceremoniously out of the fly,with no time in scrambling to his feet, with the aid of Capt. Quist and the man of the melancholy visage. He found some difficulty in getting up on his own account, by reason of the hand- cuffs which still adorned his wrists. The captain, now that his first lament was over concerning the wonderful silk hat, picked up the wreckage of his his headgear out of the dust and be- came in a moment the resolute man of action. “Phil, my lad,” he said, briskly, “we ’aven’t got a moment to throw away. At the rate that there ’oss is a-goin’ they'll’ be in Chelmsford, with the town roused, in about ’arf an hour; and then they'll begin to scour the country, if yer like. Luckily it’s dark, an’ the moon ain’t a-showin’ ’er face aS much as she was; so we'll cut straight across these ’ere fields, an’ lie close for a bit at the circus. Lor’ —wot a lucky thing it is that I took to osses an’ sawdust!” Philip was hurried along so rapid- ly, and assisted over stiles and through gates and hedges at such a pace that he found it quite impossible to ask any questions. The captain kept an arm tightly locked in his, as though he feared Philip might escape again on his own account; while the melancholy man scouted in advance, on the look-out for possible surprises. In this order, after going at a great rate for some half-hour or so, they came to a place where a few lights were gleaming among trees and some shadowy figures moving to and fro. In the pale light of the moon a huge tent stood up as‘a background to the pic- ture, the front of which was occupied by one or two smaller tents’ and a couple of caravans. Without stopping for anything the captain dived in amongst these, pulled open the door of one of the caravans, and motioned Philip to go in. (To Be Continued.) SNOBBISHNESS OF A BRIDE. Substitutes the Card of a Society Leader for a Friend’s Name. Untold depths of snobbishness among free-born Americans seem to be revealed by a recent incident that is worthy a place in literature. A wealthy ang cultured family of good ancestry, but who did not happen to figure as social leaders in a certain city, received invitations for a wed- ding among people whom they knéw very well, but whose social aspira- tions were rather more pronounced than their own. The gift selected for the bride was a beautiful and expensive clock. It was bought at one of the best shops and the cards of the givers were left to be sent with the clock at a certain date. Time passed, the wedding came off, but no acknowledgment reached the people who sent the clock. The clerk remembered shipping it with the cards, but nothing further was known until a mutual friend of the two fami- lies was moved to make inquiries 0! the bride’s mother. This lady seemed to be a little vague about it, but it eventually transpired that the ambitious young bride had removed the cards of the donors and had substituted that of a conspicuous society leader with whom she happened to have the merest call- ing acquaintance.—Harper’s Weekly. An Employer. Magistrate—What is your occupa- tion? Prisoner—I am an employef of la- bor, your honor. “f Magisttate—Well, what do you do? Prisoner—I find employment for such gentlemen as yourself and prison officials. Sentence—Six months’ hard. Most Interesting. “Is her husband so unendurably stupid?” “Oh! dreadful! The only time he brightens up is when she talks of di- vorce!” P INDIANA PEOPLE IN WESTERN CANADA. What Shall We Do?—I’ve Got to Build Granaries. A letter written to a Canadian Gov- ernment agent from Tipton, Indiana, is but one of many similar that are in the hands of the Canadian government agents whose privilege it is to offer one hundred and sixty acres of land free, and low railway fares. But here is a copy of the letter: “Tipton, Ind., Nov. 28, 1906. “At your earnest solicitation a party of us from Tipton left May 15 for Western Canada. Our interviews with you and a careful study of your liter- ature led us to expect great things of your country when we should arrive there, and we were not disappointed. We went prepared to make a careful examination of the country and its re- sources, and we did so. At early dawn the second morning out of Tipton we awoke in a new world. As fat as the eye could reach was an apparently limitless expanse of new sown wheat and prairie grasses. The vivid green of the wheat just beginning to stool out, and the inky blackness of the soil contrasted in a way beautiful to see. An hour or two later we steamed into Winnipeg. Here we found a num- ber of surprises. A hundred thousand souls well housed, with every con- venience that goes to make a modern up-to-date city—banks, hotels, news- papers, stores, electric light, street railways, sewerage, waterworks, as- phalt pavements, everything. With eyes and ears open we traveled for two thousand miles through Manitoba, Saskatchewan and Alberta, going out over the Canadian Pacific railway, via Calgary to Edmonton, and returning to Winnipeg over the Canadian North- ern railway. In the meantime we made several side trips and stopped off at a number of points where we made drives into the surrounding country. On every hand were evi- dences of prosperity. The growing wheat, oats, rye, flax, barley, not lit- tle patches, but great fields, many of them a square mile in extent, the three, five and sometimes seven-horse teams laying over an inky black rib- bon of yellow stubble, generally in fur- rows straight as gun barrels and at right angles from the roads stretching into the distance, contrasted strangely with our little fields at home. The towns both large and small were dou- bly conspicuous, made so, first by their newness and second by the tow- ering elevators necessary to hold the immense crops of wheat grown in the immediate neighborhood. The newness, the thrift, the hustle, the sound of saw and hammer, the tents housing owners of buildings in various stages of completion, the piles of household effects and agricultural implements at the railway stations waiting to be hauled out to the “Claims,” the occasional steam plow turning its twenty or thirty acres a day, the sod house, the unpainted nouse of wood, the up-to-date modern residence with large red barn by, all these were seen everywhere we went, an earnest of prosperity and wealth to be. We talked with men and visited their places that four years ago was unbroken prairie. Their houses, barns, implements and live stock were the equal of anything in Tipton Coun- ty,and why not, when they were rais- ing five, ten and twenty, yes, in one instance, forty thousand bushels of wheat a year. The fact that such large yields of wheat are raised so easily and so surely impressed us very favorably. And when we saw men who four or five years ago com- menced there with two or three thou- sand dollars, and were now as well fixed and making money much easier and many times faster than lots of our acquaintances on Indiana farms fifty years cleared and valued at four times as much, we decided to invest. So we bought in partnership a little over two thousand acres, some of it improved and in wheat. Before leaving Indiana we agreed that if the opportunities were as great as they were represented to be, that we would buy, and own in partner. ship a body of land, and leave one of our number to look after and operate it. This we accordingly did. : Just before time to thresh I re ceived a letter from him. “What shall we do?” said he; “I’ve got to build granaries. There’s so much wheat that the railways are just swamped. We can’t get cars and the elevators are all full. I never saw anything like it.” In reply we wrote, “Good for you. Go ahead and build; your story sounds better than the letters we used to get from our friends in Kansas when they bewailed the fact that the hard wheat had been destroyed by the ehinch bugs and the corn by hot winds, and that they must sell the stock for meanstolive on. Yes, build by all means.” And he did, and our wheat put in by a renter made twen- ty-seven bushels per acre. Very. truly yours, (Sd) A. G. BURKHART. (Sd) J. TRELOAR-TRESIDDER. (Sd) WALTER W. MOUNT. Next Best. Younge—Give me a little advice on how to manage a wife, will you?” Wise—Can’t my boy, but I can give you a few hints on how to be managed by a wife so that you will think you are the manager.” Not Much of a Catch. “The woman I marry,” he said, “must be glad to take me with all my faults.” “Oh, she will be,” the girl replied. “She will be so desperate that faults won’t cut any figure with her.” Courtship fills a man with conceit, bat marriage takes it all-out of him. 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