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| +4 CHAPTER XX—(Continued.) “I should think so, indeed. Does Blight know?” “Well, as likely as not he don’t. You don’t think as it’s a police affair, I hope?” “I think it a very serious matter— a very serious matter indeed. I will 3light at once,” and without an- word she hurried out of the other postoffice. three women locked at each ’ a moment or two in silence. Dyer ejaculated, “I wonder, now——" and took her departure. s. Tamblyn and Miss Ladda con- d in low tones and with troubled faces for sometime longer. Blight was sitting on a low stool engaged in mending shoes when Esther Mawgan pushed open door of his cottage. He started of her, and his ruddy face be- almost crimson. s too ious, his confusion, Do you know,” she said, speaking ‘that Mr. Grayton has been nee yesterday afternoon?” miss, I did hear that he'd n ng up with somebody as 1s sick, or something of the kind,” a ered, in his best non- style. r it is not that at all,” she in- ddenly. “You see, Mr. ng also, and that looks however, to notice cious y so, miss?” and Blight rubbed n complacently. t down again and let me tell you verything,” and Esther dropped into ne nearest chair and took a long reath. Blight listened to her story with- emotion. It was unprofessional a member of the force to get ex- anything; Esther was al- most angry with him that he treated the matter so indifferently. In truth, however, Blight was much more im- pressed than he chose to reveal. out in cited over Directly Esther had taken her .de- | arture he donned his uniform, buck- led on his belt in a great hurry, and rted out to interview Mrs, Tam- blyn and Mrs. Dy Half an hour later all St. Chloe was seething with excitement. Bands of young men searched the coast in ail directions. Any one who could throw a ray of ight on the mystery was listened to ing interest. Esther Maw- questioned and cross-ques- those who ecculd gain an to such an extent that she if she was awake or M Tamblyn showed of hysteria. o'clock Blight was in posses- , important clue. The rifled trunk | been discovered in Penry Porth with Mrs. Dyer’s hammer and chisel lying by its side. Blight, accompanied by a dozen fishermen, hurried away at once to the wreckage. This done, ht’s official reserve suddenly left him. For a moment he forgot that he vas a policeman. The secret was more than he could keep It expand- ed like yeast in his bosom, and rent iis reserve in twain. ‘It’s just thi sway,” he said, taking off his helmet and wiping his fore- 1d with a red pocket handkerchief. hat purty American maid as was wrecked in the Nebraska and stayed at the Chase was called West. Her vallyables, including a silver box, were packed in her late father’s trunk, which bore the letters ‘R. W.’ Here they be, which all of you can see for yourselves. I mean the letters, not the vallyables. Well, soon after the wreck Nevins turns up—he calls hisself Nevins, maybe that ain’t his real name; anyway, he turns up— pretends he’s in search of ’ealth, and spends all of his time a-watchin’ and a-searchin’ along the coast. But you know his story. Howsoever, Mr. Gray- ton wrote to the owners of the ship, got a letter from ’em yesterday mornin’ that there weren’t no Robert Webster on board. He showed the letter to Miss Mawgan, and she ad- vised him to tell me and the coast- s But he said he’d see Nevins first and advise ’im to clear out. Well, he called at Mrs. Dyer’s—Nevins was out. Called again after dinner. Nev- ins had been home, changed his clothes — which was soaked — and taken Mrs. Dyer’s hammer and chisel and gone out again. Five minutes later Grayton was seen crossin’ the square at a great pace, since when nobody ’as seen him or heard of him. Now, gentlemen, what’s the hinfer- ence This question opened the flood gates of talk in a moment, and for several minutes everybody labored in vain to get a hearing.The more imaginative began to construct romances com- pounded of mystery and crime. The slow-witted saw only vulgar theft. The legally wise were ready with all kinds of suggestions for the capture of the thief. Blight got a hearing again after several minutes of tumult. “It’s clear as daylight,” he said, “what's took plage, an’ there ain’t a pit of use waiting here no longer.” “But what ’ave took place?” sev- eral voices demanded. “Caan’t chy of 'ce draw a % tioned by uudience- | knew view Bli W and feet in a moment on catching | “The Shadow Between” === BY = SILAS K. HOCKING. ence?” Blight demanded, in a tone of scorn. “Why, it’s as plain as a pike- staff.” “To you, perhaps, but not to we,” they protested. “Well, then, don’t ’ee see as how the curate must have found Nevins here on the job, and as there ain’t no sign of a struggle Nevins must have took to his ’eels an’ the curate after him?” “But that don’t explain neither of ’em bein’ seen since.” “In course. That’s what we’ve got to find out. Nevins like enough ’ud make across Penry Downs, straight for Cligger Junction station. We've got to find out if anybody. answering to his description’s been seen.” “But what of the curate?” said John -Dinnick, a blue-eyed fisherman. “It seems to me it’s our business to look for he.” “Ess, ess,” said a number of voices; “that’s our business. We've got to scour Penry Downs from end to end.” * Five minutes later Penry Porth was deserted, and the moor beyond the cliffs was dotted with human beings, all marching in the direction of Clig- ger Junction. It was growing dusk when an over- grown lad of some fifteen years of age stopped a woman by the churchyard wall and inquired if there was a po- liceman about. “What do you want of a_ police- man?” she asked, sharply—‘a boy like you?” “I don’t want no pleece myself,” the boy answered, sullenly. “But one’s wanted up Rownskilly way.” “Who wants him—what for?” she demanded, quickly. “Man’s been stuck, or somethin’,” was the slow reply. The woman gave a little cry, which brought two or three other women to her side. “What's the matter? What’s hap- pened?” they asked, eagerly. “The boy says that a man has been stuck up Rownskilly way, and he wants a policeman.” “The women gasped and looked blankly at each other. There was scarcely a man left in the village. Every one that could be spared was out on Penry Downs, the policeman among the rest. What if this boy had the real clue to the mystery? “Is the man dead?” one of the women asked, faintly. “Dunno,” the boy replied. seen ’im, but I reckon he ABS. “Who sent you here?” was the next question addressed to the boy. “Amos . Bilkey. He's two-double with rheumatics. I met him trying to hobble across the downs. He says to me, ‘Boy, says ‘ee, ‘you go down to St, Chloe, or somewhere, and fetch a doctor and a pleeceman; there’s a man been murdered—— “‘Murdered?’ says I. “Yes; murdered,’ says ’ee—‘stuck with a knife an’ done for.’ So I comed off as fast as I could.” “But why did you not say at once that you wanted a doctor?” “*Cos you didn’t give me time. Be- sides ef there’s been a murder, what’s the use of a doctor? A pleece is the man for the job.” By this time a considerable crowd had gathered round the lad, while one of the first arrivals had gone off to consult Dr. Bell. The boy was still answering ques- tions to the best of his ability when the doctor drove up in his dog cart. “Where’s the boy who brought the news?” he demanded. “Here I be,” said the lad, with brightening eyes. “Can ’ee give me a lift?” “Of course. I want you to show me the way. Climb up behind, and be quick about it.” The boy needed no second bidding, and a minute later the trap was bowling away in’ the direction of Rownskilly. The crowd of women steadily in- creased, and was joined by the grand- fathers of the village and by strag- glers from the country side. The news the boy had brought was dis- cussed in all its bearings. For some time no one had the courage to give expression to the fear that was upper- most in all hearts—that the murdered man might be the curate was a sug- gestion almost too terrible to be con- templated; but the fear was voiced at length by Mrs. Tamblyn. “It’s Mr. Grayton,” she said, be- tween her sobs. “An’ I shall never forgive myself; mever—never. When ‘ee didn’t come ’ome last night, at bedtime, I ought to have told every- body. Oh! I ought—I ought,” and she hid her face in her shawl and sobbed afresh. It was late in the evening wher Dr. Bell returned, bringing with him a fairly full and complete version of the story. “T ain’t CHAPTER XXI. In Dire Straits. When Grayton recovered conscious- ness the stars were shining brightly above his head and a keen wind was soughing through the turze and heath- er. For several moments he lay quite still, trying to collect his scattered thoughts. He was very cold, though | not in much pain, and so tired that he had no desire to move. Where he was or what had hap- pened were questions that baffled him. That he was not at home in bed he knew. He was conscious of cold and general discomfort, was haunted by a feeling that something horrible had transpired, but he was unable to link up the past with the present. He turned his head at length and saw the stars shining brightly above him. He looked at them wonderingly. His brain, instead of clearing, seemed to become more confused. What did those bright points of light mean? Where was he? Then the sound of the wind arrest: ed hig attention. It swished, and soughed, and died down into silence, then rose again. It was like a voice whispering to him, calling from some distant place, and -trying in vain to make itself articulate. He turned his head a little more; then he attempted to reach out his hand, and as he did so a moan es- eaped his lips. The pain seemed to clear hfs memory somewhat, then sud- denly the confusion passed away, and he realized, as in a flash, where he was and all that had happened. “So I'm not dead,” he thought to himself, and a grim smile stole slowly over his face. Then his brow furrowed and he halt closed his eyes. His brain was work- ing rapfily. He recalled all the events of the pzevious day. The letter he re- ceived from the owners of the Nebras- ka. His meeting with Esther Maw- gan, and their pleasant walk and talk. His second visit to Nevins’ lodgings. His hurried search in St. Chloe bay. His discovery of Nevins in Penrp Porth. His stealthy pursuit of the thief across the bleak, trackless moor. Their encounter in the darkness, miles away from everywhere Their brief battle of words—the flash of a knife, and then—— “But I’m not dead,” and he smiled again, a grim painful smile. He felt that he had played his part badly. He might have surmised that a desperate man at bay would do des- perate things. He had never consid- ered the possibility of bodily harm. He had been altogether too simple and unsuspecting, and as the result he had come near losing his life, while the thief had made good his escape. “Pye bungled the whole thing bad- ly,” he reflected, and the grim smile faded into a frown. He moved himself slowly on to his back, and with his left hand he un- buttoned his vest and searched for the wound. His shirt and undervest were saturated, but the blood had evidently stopped flowing, and he had a feeling that there had been little or no inter- nal hemorrhage. He could breathe freely, and that in itself was a hope- ful sign. He was not afraid of death, but his passion for life remained as strong as ever. He was young, and the future seemed rich in _ possibilities. His thoughts returned again and again to his morning’s walk with Esther Maw- gan. She had said one or two things that would live in his memory to the last. He wondered if he might dare draw any hope from them. ” He made an effort to sit up, but lay back again with a groan. A cold sweat broke out all over him, and the stars faded out of the sky. “{ wonder if I am mortally hurt?” he said to himself, and he set his teeth grimly together. He was not lacking in courage, yet the thought of dying alone, uncared for and untended, on that lonely moor sent a cold shudder through him. “If some one only knew! If Esther knew!” he reflected, and he closed his eyes and a wan smile played over his face. - If Esther knew, would she be great- 1} troubled? Would she come to see him? .Would she care? These were questions he could not answer. (To Be Continued.) ti tts The Halcyon. The kingfisher is the halcyon of the ancients, who attributed to its spirit after death the power of directing the course of the winds. The week pre- ceding and the week succeeding the winter solstice comprise the fourteen days that were known as the halcyon days, and it was during this time that the sea always remained extraordi narily’calm in order that the king- fishers might more easily build their strange nests. To their dead bodies was attributed the power of giving peace and plenty as well as strength and beauty and all the necessaries of a happy existence. They were also supposed to be able to turn aside the thunderbolts, and there- fore any house in which one was kept was perfectly safe from lightning. In some parts of France even to this day they are often called “moth birds,” on account of the supposed power which their dead bodies have to drive, away and keep away moths from woolen cloths. Absence of Mind. The professor (at the dinner table) —“Oh, by the way, Mrs. Chopsticks, have you seen your little boy Willie lately?” Mrs. Chopsticks—“No, professor, I {have not seen him since 10 o'clock, 4and I can’t imagine what has become of him. In fact. I am very much wor- ried about him.” Professor—“Well, seeing Martha pour me out that glass of water just now reminded me of something that I had on my mind to tell you some time ago, but which unfortunately es- caped my memory. It was just about 10 o'clock, I think, that I saw little Willie fall down the well.” ; : FROM ALL OVE 4 KEPT GETTING WORSE, ia ENO See Mixed Crowd Dwelis in Apartment Houses of Washington. Five Years of Awful Kidney Disease. Nat Anderson, Greenwood, S. C., says: “Kidney trouble began about five years ago with dull backache, which got so severe in time that I could not get around. The kid- mney secretions be came badly disor- dered, and at times there was almost a - complete stop of the flow. I was examined again and again and treated to no avail, and kept get- ting worse. I have to praise Doan’s Kidney Pills for my final relief and cure. Since using them I have gained in strength and flesh and have no sign of kidney trouble.” Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. There is not a big apartment house in the city of Washington that could not be appropriately named “The Cos- mopolitan,” and the name would be full of meaning such as few names have in this era of haphazard nomen- clature. The cosmopolitanism of a Washing- ton apartment house is not as full- fledged as that of the boulevards of Paris or the erstwhile Midway Plais- ance, but of its kind it is so well developed and prevalent that few peo- ple remark it. In any other town the fact that one’s next-door neighbor on the right may be a Georgian and his next-door neighbor on the left may be a Californian would be accounted not extraordinary, but certainly not commonplace. Here such an arrange- ment of neighbors is more apt to be the rule than the exception, and no attention is paid to it. Therein the cosmopolitanism found here, and il- lustrated no more strikingly than in an apartment house, is of a genuine brand, for true cosmopolitanism is that which is not protuberant. Even in a small country village a stranger may appear from the most remote cor- ner of the earth, but the whole town turns out to see him. Here such a stranger would attract little more than a passing glance. The true cosmop- olite is at home no matter how far away he is from home, and Washing- ton apartment houses are filled ‘with just that sort of cosmopolites. There are, it is true, some people in Wash- ington apartment houses and some people in Washington (119,895 by the census of 1900) who were born there, but the number of thoroughly _accli- mated Washingtonians who can speak of some other place as home is aston- ishing to anybody but a census expert. “Back home” may be Oregon or Flori- Exclusive. Mulligan—“The byes say ye licked poor Casey. Shure, he niver hurt iny man’s feelin’s.” Harrigan—‘“He’s a snake in the grass. The blackguard referred to me as his contimperary, and I’ll be the contimperary to no man livin.’” It Is. “My boy, be polite and honest.” “But, dad.’ “Say on.” “Sometimes it’s pretty hard to be both at the same time.” 15 YEARS OF SUFFERING. Burning, Painful Sores on Legs— Tortured Day and Night—Tried Many Remedies to No Avail —Cured by Cuticura. “After an attack of rheumatism, running sores broke out on my hus- band's legs, from below the knees to the ankles. There are no words to tell all the discomforts and great suf- fering he had to endure night and day. He used every kind of remedy and three physicians treated him, one after the other, without any good results whatever. One day I ordered some Cuticura Soap, Cuticura Ointment, and Cuticura Resolvent. He began to use them and in three weeks all the sores were died up. The burning fire stopped, and the pains became bear- able. After three months he was quite well. I can prove this testimonial at any time. Mrs. V. V. Albert, Upper Frenchville, Me., July 21, 1907.” ADVANTAGES OF ONE DEAF EAR. Mr. Gazzleback Finds His Affliction Useful in the Phonograph Parlors. “I have discovered,” said Mr. Gaz- zle back, ‘‘a new use for my deaf ear; you know, I have one good ear and one that is not so good. “For entertainment I visit occasion- ally the penny-in-the-slot phonograph parlors, and there on some machines I find the brass music smiting my ears too, blaringly for real enjoyment. But the other day by accident dropping the earpiece from my good ear while I was listening to one of those vigorous performances I was at once greatly gratified by the softened effect of the music as heard through my deaf ear only. “You know what the poet says that distance lends enchantment to the view. Well, here we had in effect distance lending enchantment to the sound. With both earpieces up the band had seemed at my elbow, with all the horns turned square on me;, lis- tening with my deaf ear only the sound was mellowed, and it came to me now softly and pleasantly as the music of a band heard playing some- where off in a park. “So, now you know with which ear I listen to-day when I drop a cent in the slot of one of the brass band ma- chines, and I am reminded for the I don’t know how manyth time that seeming afflictions may often turn to our advantage.” PUZZLE SOLVED. Coffee at Bottom of Trouble. It takes some people a long time to find out that coffee is hurting them. But when once the fact is clear, most people try to keep away from the thing which is followed by ever increasing detriment to the heart, stomach and nerves. “Until two years ago I was a heavy coffee drinker,” writes an Ill. stock- man, “and had been all my life. Iam now 56 years old. “About three years ago I began to have nervous spells and could not sleep nights, was bothered by indi- gestion, bloating, and gas on stomach affected my heart. “I spent lots of money doctoring— one doctor told me I had chronic ca- tarrh of the stomach; another that I had heart disease and was liable to die at any time. They all dieted me until I was nearly starved but I seemed to get worse instead of better. “Having heard of the good Postum had done for nervous people, I dis- earded coffee altogether and began to use Postum regularly. I soon got bet- ter, and now, after nearly two years, I can truthfully say I am sound and well. “I sleep well at night, do not have the nervous spells and am not both- ered with indigestion or.palpitation. I weigh 32 pounds more than when I began Postum, and am better every way than I ever was while drinking cof- fee. I can’t say too much in praise of Postum, as Iam sure it saved my life.” “There’s a Reason.” Name given by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mich. Read “The Road to Well- ville,” in pkgs. ~ Ever read the above letter? A new from They time to time. full of human da, Maine or Missouri—a place for which there is a longing, but a long- ing rarely intense enough to over- come the desire of people coming to Washington to stay as long as they can whether they be in the gov- ernment service or not. ATTRACTS MEN OF WEALTH. Homes at Washington. Fifteen 000,000 of wealth. society” shows. itself. of anybody. It _ presently rican multi-millionaire, California and the Rand. York Herald. Set Aside for the President. The presidential apartments in the new Washington station occupy. the eastern end of this marble master- piece, extending the full width of the building. At the southeast corner of the building is the main entrance to the suite—an arched carriage por- tal of simple but imposing architec- ture. The character of the institution is indicated only by sculpture over the doorway representing the seal of the United States, surrounded by flags. If preferred entrance or egress may be had on the east front where several doors open from the apartments to a corridor or portico spacious enough to permit half a dozen carriages to be drawn up before it. The main entrance opens upon a vestibule, and this communicates with the main reception room, from which latter also open most of the doors on the east front. This reception room is an impressive, high-ceilinged apart- ment, almost as large as the historic east room at the White House, and very suggestive of that salon in its general dimensions. There is a mosaic floor and the fresco ornamentation and other decorations, which are very elaborate, present blue and gold as the predominating tints. Beveridge Was Easy. Senator Beveridge is telling the fol- lowing story against himself. He was in a train bound for Cologne when he made the acquaintance of a stranger who proved to be a delightful compan- ion. This stranger pitied the American for living in a country where really good Rhine wine was unobtainable and insisted on their drinking a bottle of Rudesheimer together. When they reached Cologne accord- ingly, they dined together and finished a bottle that deserved all the strang- er’s praise. 3 Next morning the senator was sur- prised to find $10 charged on his bill for the wine. He explained that the stranger had been his host. The waiter informed him that the stranger had particularly warned the bookkeeper to charge the bill against his celebrated American friend, as oth- erwise the latter would be extremely angry. Meanwhile the stranger de- parted by an early train. Multi-Millionaires Constantly Making Washington families were recently estimated to represent $1,000,- Perhaps the esti- mate was high, but it is certain that during a social season a diligent diner- out can meet in Washington more of the exponents of great accumulations than anywhere else in the world. In the first place, there is more democ- racy in Washington, and in the sec- ond place there is probably nowhere that more of this kind of “bonanza Only recently, for instance, a man went to Washing: ton, bought a beautiful building site in the northwestern section of the city and proceeded to erect a palatial resi- dence without taking advice or counsel became known that this man was none other than Henry C. Perkins, the South Af- argonaut of Mr. Perkins is rated as one of the wealthiest men of the world. He is associated with the house of Roths- child and has great mining interests in Africa and the United States—New NEW DISTRICTS AND NEW RAILWAYS WESTERN CANADA AFFORDS BET- TER CONDITIONS THAN EVER FOR SETTLEMENT. To the Editor — Sir:—Doubtless many of your readers will be pleased to have some word from the grain fields of Western Canada, where such a large number of Americans have made their home during the past few years. It is pleasing to be able to re- port that generally the wheat yield has been good; it will average about 20 bushels to the acre. There will be many cases where the yield will go 35 bushels to the acre, and others where 50 bushels to the acre has been recorded. The oat and barley crop has been splendid. The prices of all grains will bring to the farmers a@ magnificent return for their labors. An instance has been brought to my notice of a farmer in the Pincher Creek (Southern alberta) district— where winter wheat is grown—who made a net profit of $19.55 per acre, or little less than the selling price of his land. 30, 40, and 50 bushel yields are recorded there. The beauty about the lands in Western Canada is that they are so well adapted to grain-raising, while the luxuriant grasses that grow everywhere in abundance make the best possible feed for fattening cattle or for those used for dairying pur- poses. t The new homestead regulations which went into force September, 1908, attracted thousands of new settlers. It is now possible to secure 160 acres in addition to the 160 acres as a free grant, by paying $3.00 an acre for it. Particulars as to how to do this and as to the railway rates can be se- cured from the Canadian Government Agents. “The development throughout West: ern Canada during the next ten years will probably exceed that of any other country in the world’s history,” is not the statement of an optimistic Cana- dian from the banks of the Saskatche- wan, but of Mr. Leslie M. Shaw of New York, ex-Secretary of the United States Treasury under the late Presi- dent McKinley and President Roose- velt, and considered one of the ablest financiers of the United States. “Our railway companies sold a good deal of their land at from three to five dol- lars an acre, and now the owners are selling the same land at from fifty to seventy-five dollars, and buying more up in Canada at from ten to fifteen.” The editor of the Monticello (Iowa) Express made a trip through Western Canada last August, and was greatly impressed. He says: “One cannot cross Western Canada to the moun- tains without being impressed with its immensity of territory and its future prospects. Where I expected to fina frontier villages there were substan- tially built cities and towns with every modern convenience. It was former- ly supposed that the climate was too severe for it to be thought of as an agricultural country, but its wheat- raising possibilities have been amply tested. We drew from Ontario many of our best farmers and most progres- sive citizens. Now the Americans are emigrating in greater numbers to Western Canada. Seventy-five per cent. of the settlers in that good coun- try located southeast of Moose Jaw and Regina are Americans. Canada is well pleased with them and is ready. | to welcome thousands more.” Dog Falls on Woman Passerby. While passing through the Rue des Halles, Mme. Catherine Noel was knocked down and stunned by a dog, who fell on her head from the fourth floor of a house in that street. The dog’s owner, summoned before the police commissioner, explained that his dog, who was sick, had been left on the balcony and must have jumped over the railing in the course of a fit. Hazarding a Guess. Dumley—Say, do you know anything about golf? Pepprey—Not much. Why? Dumley—What’s a “bunker,” do you know? Pepprey—I suppose it’s one of those cranks that simply live on the links. Not the Only One. “What started the riot at the per- formance of ‘Hamlet’ last night?” “M’Ham held the skull and said: ‘Alas, poor Yorick!. You are not the only dead head in the house,’” of Wheat 320 Acres *“h3 IN WESTERN CANADA WILL MAKE YOU RICH Fifty bushels per acre have been grown, General average greater than in any other part of De cominars Uae new regulations it is possible to secure a homestead of 160 acres tree, and additional 160 acres at $3 per acre. “The development of marvelious strides. It isn tevelation, atee, ord of conquest by settlement that is remark- prrnpederd by Taos ppc a Nationa’ The grain crop of 1908 will net many farmers $20.00 to $25.00 per acre. Grat raising, mixed farming and dairying are the principal industries. Climate is excel- lent; social conditions the best; railway ad- vantages unequalled; schools, churches and markets close at hand. Land may also be purchased from railway and land companies. For “Last Best West” pamphlets, maps and Seen oer enn ae ol Superintendent of Immigra Ottawa, Canada or to the authorized Canadian Gov't Agent: Yi eae E. T. HOLMES, $15 Jackson Sirett, ———__ 1. Paul, Minnesota, ate