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1 “The Shadow Between” == BY =. SILAS K. HOCKING. CHAPTER XXVI. Nemes When Nevins saw Grayton sing to the ground with a moan and roll over on his side, he was seized with sud- den horror. He had never realized the awful nature of his deed until it was done. Unprincipled as he was, he had never dreamed, even in his worst moments, of staining his hands with such a crime. The temptation had come to him suddenly and unex- pectedly. He found himself at bay. The thing he had plotted for and worked for four months was in danger of being taken from him. Nor was that all; he might find himself in prison on a charge of felony. There appeared to be only one way to es- cape. There was no time for reason or argument. He must make his choice that instant. What followed seemed almost as un- real to him as it did to Grayton when he recovered consciousness. Then as in a flash the whole horror of the thing dawned upon him. The drip- ping knife was still in his hand, and at his feet the body of the man he had murdered. His first impulse was to fling the knife from him into the furze and heather, but a moment's reflection suggested danger in such a course. The knife might be found and identi- fied. So he stooped and stabbed-it into the earth again and again until he felt sure every trace of blood was removed then slipping it into his pock- et he cast one hurried glance at the motionless body of Grayton and plung- ed forward into the darkness. He was not troubled about the fog now. He was thankful for it. It seemed a kind of protection. He thought he knew pretty well the direction he wished to go, and he hurried forward with bent head and in the main with unseeing eyes. He made a number of mental cal- culations as he stumbled his trackless way across the furze and heather. There seemed ample time to clear out of the country before any inquiries were made. His movements had been so erratic and uncertain of late that his absence a few hours longer than usual would cause no alarm to Mrs. Dyer. As for the curate, he was at everybody’s beck and call, and fre- quently sat up a whole night with some sick parshioner. Hence it would be noon next day before their absence would be remarked upon. By the time Blight got his slow wits to work the afternoon would be well on its way. Indeed, before St. Chloe dis- covered anything serious had happen- ed he might be safe in London. He grew a little more cheerful as these conclusions shaped themselves in his mind. He was half disposed to turn back to St. Chloe and spend the night in his own bed. He was by no means sure it was not the safest thing to do. If he had been sure that Grayton had taken nobody into his confidence he would not have hesi- tated a second, but there was the bare possibility——though it was by no means probable—that there were other people on his track, and, if so, the sooner he showed a clean pair of heels the better. He had still two hours’ grace before the last train for London left Cligger Junction. Taking a bee line across the country he ought to be able easily ‘to cover the distance in that time. At any rate he could make the attempt. ‘No telegraph wires would be at work during the night, and before day broke he might have deposited the box with Lord Richard Grovely, and got a hun- dred or two perhaps on account. He gave up all idea now of hiding the box and returning for it at a late date. The killing of Grayton had changed the entire situation—for that Grayton was dead he had no doubt whatever. His only course was to get clean away as quickly as possible. The farther he advanced, the more difficult became the way. He struck a line of “shoading” heaps that more than once threw him flat on his face. He resented this very much, for he knew it would give him a soiled and dishevelled appearance, and that he was anxious, for obvious reasons, to avoid. The fog, instead of clearing, seemed to get more dense. The spongy brack- en and heather appeared to have given place to loose rubble. He was walking along a ridge of some kind; the ground sloped on either side of him. Suddenly blackness that was blacker than the night yawned at his feet. He tried to draw back, but was too late; with a cry that was half curse, half prayer, he clutched wildly at nothing. There was an awful mo- ment when he felt himself sinking through space, and then oblivion. When he recovered consciousness the dawn was faintly revealing itself in a square patch eighteen feet above his head. He had fallen into a pros- pecting pit, and lay in a mangled heap at the bottom, too weak and with too many broken bones to move. He made one or two attempts to change his position, but the agony was so great that he was compelled to re- main as he was. He saw the square patch above his head grow brighter and brighter as the morning advanced, but no face: appeared over the rim. He called and called until his voice died away in the feeblest whisper. He had: a feeling that judgment had over- taken him, and that there was no es- cape. Some time during the day he dis- covered in one of his pockets pencil and paper,, and he began to record in an incoherent way some of his sensa- tions, but toward the end the writing became quite illegible. The record showed that he suffered horribly from thirst, and that.the fear of death was by no means lessened by his bodily torments. Sometimes he raved, and sometimes he prayed, and sometimes he gave way to fits of violent sobbing. Hope remained with him while reason kept its place. Surely some one would pass that way, he thought, and hear his shouts. He listened, but not a sound broke the awful stillness. He could not even hear the moaning of the sea. Once he heard the cry of a seagull as it wheeled in the still air high above his prison, and he cried to it for help while the tears ran down his cheeks, but the bird passed on its way to the cliffs, and that was the last earthly sound he heard. As the day waned and the square patch of light above him grew more and more dim he knew that help would never come, that he would have to lie there in that dark pit, broken, forsaken, suffering, till death came and sealed his eyes for ever. How little life seemed to him now! How vain were all the things for which he had toiled and sinned! He had succeeded in nothing. It seemed to him, as the shadows deepened, that he never had a chance. He was not without ability of a certain order. He had not been a spendthrift. He had placed his own interests before every other thing. He had cared for no one but himself—perhaps it was for that reason no one trusted him. Since Mayhew dismissed him, things had gone hard with him. He found other people as cute as himself. The coming of Marion West to see him seemed like the turn of the tide. He saw his chance, and seized it with- out delay. For several months he had lived in St. Chloe in comparative idleness and in what he regarded as luxury, and he had saved money too. Then came the crowning success of his life. The very thing he had been looking for lay under his nose. How he had thrilled when his eye alighted at length on the silver box! The odds and ends of jewelry seemed of little or no value in comparison, though he was careful to stuff the most valuable of them into his pockets. And now ? Was it all some dream, some trick of the imagination? Could it be true that he had killed the curate, and that ne was dying by slow inches at the bottom of a pit? He had hardly strength left to lift his dim eyes to the fading patch of sky. He could no longer cal for help. His tongue was swollen and filled his mouth, his throat seemed gradually closing up, so that he found it difficult to breathe. He had fought and struggled with his arms and hands till he could strug- gle no more. He had clawed and clutched at the sides of his prison till all the skin and most of the flesh had been ripped from his finger ends. When reason and memory failed, then the madness of delirium seized him, and he writhed and struggled while torture succeeded torture, and the broken ends of the bones forced their way through the quivering flesh. When the second morning dawned his eyes were glazing fast, and he could no longer see the brightening patch above his head. Had he been on the surface he might have heard the faint music of Sabbath bells, borne fitfully across the lone stretches of Penry Downs; but eighteen feet below the surface no sound of mirth or sadness could ever reach his ears again. Whether any tender whisper of for- giveness from the far-off skies touched his spirit ere reason failed, who can say? He was beyond the reach of man, but not beyond the , Vision or the mercy of God. At what hour he died no one knows. When he was discovered, nearly a fortnight later, corruption had long been busy, and the remains were scarcely recognizable. It was Esther Mawgan’s Irish ter- rier, Bill, that found the clue. Clem- ent and he were walking leisurely across the downs after a visit to Gray- ton at Rownskilly, when suddenly Bill bounded forward like the wind with his nose to the ground. Later on he stood still and began to howl and bark in a most unusual manner. Clement whistled and called to him, thinking that he had merely trapped a rabbit in a hole. But finding that the dog was determined to remain where The was, and that all his calling and whistling’ were in vain, he made his way rapidly across the bracken and héather, and came at length upon Bill ‘tushing madly to and fro on the edge of a Lit, barking and howling more furiously than ever. Clement stood for a moment on the edge of the pit, and then rushed away, and an hour later all the disengaged men in St. Chloe were on their way to Penry Downs with ropes and wind- lass and all necessary apparatus. Such wild excitement was scarcely ever known in St. Chloe as on that evening. The swiftness of a terrible judgment, instead of subduing and so- bering the people, made them hilari- ous. The vindication of justice and right furtiished them with a theme for thanksgiving. At Mawgan Chase the excitement was even more intense than in the village. The silver box was in Clem- ent’s possession. He being a magis- trate was held to be the proper person to keep it until the owner turned up. Mr. Jackson was nearly as wildly ex- cited as the others. The mild mys- tery surrounding Miss West and her possession was on the point of being cleared up. Clement saw a telegram to Marion as early as possible in the name of his sister, and urged her to start at once for Cornwall. He was afraid to send it in his own name lest she should become suspicious and take fright. Two hours later a_ reply wire was handed in to Esther. “Will arrive by 9:30 train tomorrow morning.—Marion West.” To Clement the tension had become almost painful. He tried his best to sit still and carry on a conversation with Esther and Mr. Jackson about things in general, but half this time he did not hear what was said to him. Two thoughts were uppermost in his mind. The first was that in a few hours he and Marion West would be under the same roof again; the sec- ond was, that if there was any mys- tery hidden away in the long-lost box, it was on the point of being revealed. What the clearing up of that mystery might mean to him he little guessed; had he known he might have been less anxious for the fateful hour to arrive. He slept very little that night, and such sleep as he had came in brief snatches and was disturbed by riti- culous dreams, He did not go to meet her next morning; he thought it would be pal- icy to keep out of her sight until she was actually in the house. He know that in any case she would enter it with great diffidence, and even reluc- tance. She could not forget whose child she was. Moreover, Esther knew, even if Mrs. Mawgan still remained in ignorance of the fact. He was half afraid that when she reached the sta- tion she would insist on going straight to St. Chloe. Mr. Jackson offered to fetch her from the station in his motor car if Esther would accompany him. Esther hesitated for a moment. She had been a good deal in Mr. Jackson’s company during the last few days, and she was conscious of the fact that his atten- tions had become more marked than at the beginning. Her brother, however, quickly de- cided the matter. “You must go, Esther,” he said, with an emphasis on the “must.” “It will seem a cold welcome indeed if only strangers are there to meet her.” “I thought, perhaps, you would go,” she said, hesitatingly. “J cannot very well,” he replied, quickly. “Indeed, it is next to impos- sible. Besides, the morning air will do you good, and I want to have a talk with Bice before she arrives.” Bice, it should be said, was the local solicitor. Clement counted the minutes from the time the motor car left the door. The night train was generally well up to tima—as, indeed, it ought to be, for a considerable margid was allowed for delays. ® (To Be Continued.) Secret of Washing Gloves. “The only trouble about these wash gloves,” said the lady, “is that they dry, after, washing, so very stiff and boardlike.” The salesman wrapped the soft, pale yellow gloves in tissue paper. “That is easily remedied,” he said. “T’ll tell you how to wash the gloves so that they will dry soft and pliable, the same as new. After you have rinsed them quite clean, dip them ina final bath of fresh water and rub plenty of soap into them, drying them without rinsing this last soap out. The soap left in the gloves makes them wonderfully soft—they don’t need, after drying, to be rubbed soft with ten or fifteen minutes hard labor, This soap secret being used, wash glévés are quite perfect. It is no wonder they are completely supersededing the expensive kid glove, for they are half as cheap again and their washing is so easy—do them at bedtime, toss them on the radiator, and in the morn. ing they are ready to put on. Fame. The incumbent of an old church in ‘Wales asked a party of Americans to visit his parochial school, After a rec- itation he invited them to question the scholars, and one of the party accept- ed the invitation. “Little boy,” said he to a rosy-faced lad, “can you tell me who George Washington was?” “Iss, surr,” was the smiling reply, “’E was a 'Merican gen’ral.” “Quite right. And can you tell me what George Washington was remark- able for?” “Iss, surr. ’E was remargable ’cos *e was a ‘Merican an’ told the trewth.” The rest was silence. BUILT OF CONCRETE REMARKABLE VIADUCT LEADING INTO RICHMOND, VA. Novel Structure, 3,000 Feet Long, and of Immense Strength, Is the Pride of the Engineers That Built It. A concrete viaduct 3,000 feet in length and varying in height from 18 to 70 feet, forms one of the most remarkable recent performances of engineers and builders in the field of railroad construction. ——S The Richmond & Chesapeake Bay railroad, seeking entrance to Richmond, Va., found the track elevation problem facing it un- der circumstances which called for extraordinary measures. It happened that the right of way of the railroad entering Richmond ran close to old wooden buildings which were of a most inflammable charac- ter, and for this reason the fear of fire prevented the consideration of wood as a material for the viaduct construction. It was thought the most natural material to use under the cir- cumstances, therefore, would be struc- tural steel, and the first plans for the work were made for that sort of structure. The engineer in charge, however, suggested before work actu- ally commenced that reinforced con- crete could be adopted for this as well as for the more ordinary type of building, and his suggestion was in- dorsed by the management. The foundation was therefore laid of stiff clay and gravel and footings built to bear a weight of three tons a square foot to provide for all pos- sible stresses including proposed fu- ture double tracking. The concrete was made of one part Portland ce- ment, two parts granite dust and four parts crushed granite, to pass through a three-quarter-inch ring. Throughout was used a steel trussed bar for the reinforcing. The spans vary in length from 18 to 70 feet, the latter distance from support to support making many build- ers open their eyes in wonder. But, in completed form, the whole viaduct is practically one great monolith, as truly as if it had been carved out of stone—with the added strength, quite beyond that of any stone, imparted by the steel within its body. In testing the viaduct before it was accepted by the railroad a locomotive and tender and two steel gondola cars loaded with steel rails and weigh- ing about 150,000 pounds each were run the full length of the structure. The train, was then run back and de- flections measured for several spans. After that a test was made by break- ing the train at various points on the viaduct, and, finally, by running the engine and cars at a speed of 35 miles an hour over the structure. A defiec- tion of seven-thirty-seconds of an inch was the maximum, which proves the elasticity and reliability of the mate- rial. Trains are now running over the viaduct. @ Can Stop Cars by Wireless. With an instrument that will send : wireless message 180 miles and regis. ter a signal in the cab of a moving locomotive, the Union Pacific believes it has solved one of the most valuable problems in the campaign for the pre- vention of accidents on railroads. The device is the invention of Dr. F. H. Milliner, electrical engineer, who has been experimenting at the Union Pacific shops in Omaha for two or three years. Dr. Milliner has now so far per- fected his patent that any number of locomotives on the same track may be equipped with the signals and yet only the one which it is intended to reach will receive the signal. The device consists of a neat con- trivance placed in the cab by which a station agent may signal a train be- tween stations and advise the engineer of impending danger. A bell and a red light are used for the signal, and these are operated by wireless teleg- raphy. The new signal is worked in connection with the block signal ser vice. The Big Expense of Empty Cars. 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