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A New York Man’s Strange Adventures In the “Big Uutdgore” of the West Street & Smith.) SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING ORAPTERS, eatta'toostue, should say.” And he tried to make ‘ love iced ts horrified ued ‘the playwright, with cheerful He ieame that s arrogance. “You probably haven't a Srigation company nense of the literary values—born CHAPTER VIII. ROMLEY had been a week in the celling cover the hole in hospitai at Castle ‘Cadia, and was recovering as rap- strove manfully to throw man should, when Ballard was éurprised one morning by a de- geent of the entire house-party, wem- irritably, in anawer to Ballard’s query q@walled by Mise Craigmiles, upon the as to the quality of his pet smokit seene of activities at the dam, ‘The invasion was not altogther wel- *°¢m to be bitten with the same om a flying round of the camps down — +iJm!" commented Wingfield, at the the river, but he countermanded the close of the bald narration of fact. order for the locomotive when he saw hg he wera ¥ have on a een bit oO! juman intere: e Elsa and her guests picking their way 47), sinc went to meet the irruption of out of a careless quarryman’e over- sightseers, “We have driven and loading of his charge. fished and climbed mountains and | “Oh, no,” said the playwright. And played children’s games at home until there was positively nothing e! do. Pacify him some way, Co Janet—he's going to warn us o' Ballard hastened to disclaim anyecatapulting, he sat up suddenly and such inhospitable intention, and pro- said: ceeded to ptove his words by his | “Say, you explained to Miss Dosia Young Blacklock and Bigelow that the stone couldn't possibly have were, both easily interested in the ing the science of artillery into a the women were cocked hat.’ given an opportunity to see the inside , “Oh, hold on!” protested Ballard. workings of the men’s housekeeping in the shacks, the mess-tent, and the young woman. Perhaps Miss Dosia and the major was wished to be mystified. I put it to couraged to be loftily YoU as man to man: would you have building details; camp kitche permitted and critfcal of everything. Once fairly committed as enter- fine teeth. tainer, the Kentuckian did all that — “They tell me you are at the top of When the heap in your profession, Mr. Bal- lard, and I can belleve it. But 1 “ the visitors had surfelted themselves touch in my spectally——whiol ts prye ving ing into the inner consciousness of and cainp hdusekeeping, the chief en- things. There is a mystery about that on could be expected, and more. on cogorets making and stone gineer had plank seats placed on & you are trying to hide it. Conversely were i'd like to get at the bottom of It— whisked away on an inpromptu rail- for purely dramatic purposes. Is there way excursion to some of the nearer ®"¥ food reason why I shouldn't?” ditch amps. hint; and when the excursioniats re- there turned from the railway jaunt there a retu was a miraculous luncheon served in | Ballard | purp te ite inenene’ the ‘lk with Kirkpatrick until the scat: the oecasion demanded; and he had Ballard’a private stores to draw upon. Craigmiles had elected to stay behind, After Yhe luncheon Ballard let his and that Wingfield had attached him- 8 scatter as they pleased, charg. Self to the elder Miss Cantrell, he gave {hi Sh ing himeelf Loabevesiid ue oe down into a curt sentence or two, and oversight and wardenship of Mr. Les- hastened to join the etay-behind. ‘There was only one fou'll melt out here in the eun,” 'ove with Wingfeld dred that the play- wright, left to his own devices, would whirling vortex made by the torrent’s fy in the Plunge into the tunnel mouth, ter Wingfield. chance in a h the skeleton But the Kentuckian wa: ay alert to make that one chance inef+ field—-have you kept him from find- stumble upon spent as Wingtield's keeper while the \a; others were visiting the wing dam your bringing him down here.” and the quarry, the spillway, cut-off tunnel. nd the One of them was a juster appreciation of the playwright think of to obstruc as a man and a brother. eort, he admitted; a little inclined to pose, since it was his art to epitomize afraid the mischief is done in Wii & world of poseurs; an enthusiast in field's affair in spite of everythin, his calling; but at bottom a workable companion and the shrewdest of ob- penance for the preconceived opinion, inatl and exerted himself to make Wing- was pathetic. field's insulation painless, The sun @ hot afternoon? Wingfield would, gladly, feaned shamelessly to a habit of emok- “ag hia after-luncheon pipe on hie gling in the clutch of the derrick- There was a rought-built di- over its appointed resting place on the breathless Mra, Van Bryck, and young van in the office quarters, with cush- growing wall of masonry, had been Blacklock helping first one and then fons and blanket coverings, and Bal- lowered into the cement bed prepared another of the four younger women. lard found the tobacco-Jar and a clean for it before he said sober! pipe, u long-stemmed “church war- } good company, Mr, NAL MERA IAR RIN ABET TON ANON MSR SIRI 150 TASTIER | (Copyright, 1906, wv Ballard of cold wa were a mortal insult to be rm . “You haven't missed much. There the isn’t @ great deal in a construction } haired Mexi Fesented. ‘The play t laughed “#eoms to knock you ejlows all heap,” he sald calmly camp to invite the liter mind, I ying sound not too tanengy- ‘Oh, you're off wrong there,” ar- that side, you know. in Bryck has the see! ey @ hea| . “What T'll venture the assertion that you been doing all these months Sanderson never thought of her as @ you haven't dug it out for feminine possibility at all.” “Hold on; I shall have to i your theory re,” romie} tly certainly put himeelf in Man. “There is more; plenty if it.” a uel's handa. le used to go down to “Three months ago he ranch two or three times a wi wreck on the raili \ nt money on the woman. killed. ‘Ro t i borrowed @f me said. Not at all. Wigton ot all right. She says you ® dra- lore matic situation down here every little fe from her that ome while, She told mo that story of Bremer’ ta Sngerouds Gurs abor ut the atone smashing into Your office in the middle of the night. ‘That's good stuff—lote of possibilities in a thing like that. By the way, this is the room, isn’t it? Does that patch Ballard admitted the patch, and lens dangerous topic. “Hang the tobacco!” sald the guest, mixture. “You and Miss Craigmil mania for subject-changing. I'd like @ome. The Kentuckian had a work- to hear t! rock-throwing story at fagman’s impatience of interruptions, first hands, if you don’t mind.” m4 since Bromley’s accident he had ' Lalas Ga it, carefully divesting een doing double duty. On this par- !t of all the little mystery thrills ticular mereiad he was about to start pty! he had included for Miss Do- benefit. Miss Van Bryck repeated it to me. among the obstructions in the stone- Did you embroider it for her, or di yard. she embroider it for me?” “Please—oh, please don't look eo in- — Ballard laughed. “I'm sorry to have seaplane abe begged reproachfully, *Polled it for you, But, anyway, you couldn't make a dramatic situation he smoked his pipe out in silence, Ballard thought the incident com- to fortably dead and buried, but he did sin not know his man. Long after Wing- field might have been supposed to have forgotten all about the stone come from the quarry without knock- “You mustn't hold me responsible for a bit of dinner table talk with a disappointed her?” The playwright’s laugh showed his stone episode, and for some re: Ballard’s salvation for this time per- sonified itself in the figure of Con- the headquarters tractor Kirkpatrick coming to the of- Rallard gave Kirkpatrick an Irish fice door to ask a maytion, tered sightseers had gathered for a tunnel. But when he saw that Miss the contractor his information bolle he said, coming to stand beside her as she stood looking down into the She ignored the care-taking phri as if she had not heard it. ¥M ing out?” she demanded, Several things came of the hour _ “For the present moment, yea, But you'll permit me to suggest that it spoiling your working day." matter in an addod sentence. sure to be reminded.” I Don’t forget: Next week's Complete Novel in The Evening World, “The Prince of Grau series. It is also one of the cleverest stories published in the past year. Don’t overlook its first instalment, Monday. That will insure your reac lent while the men were swinging another great over the canyon chasm. of the huge derrick boom swept cross them as they stood on the cliff's edge, and she shuddered, as if the intangible thing were some icy finger to touch he! “You must help m ‘IT cannot see the way a aingle step said the breathless chaperon, “and I dare say you are 1 We have had a perfectly lovely time “Such a delightful mured the sharers of the common Christian name in unison; suade him: “No, I sha‘n't get under- foot, and you needn't trouble tossend I can walk home later right,” he went on. “Brace yourself! I may possibly bore you both; but hed a point where a powwi is the next thing in order, either unearthed the most plot that ever exist stumbled into a mare’ heroic proportions, time he wan reasonably Bromley, still immensely relieve The shadow CHAPTER IX. N the days following the ep!- sode of the tumbling gran- {te block Wingfield came and went unhindered b tweeen Castle construction camp, with Jerry Blacklock for a compan- jon, but often@ atone. Short of the primitive expedient of picking a quar- rel with him, Ballard \ould think of no pretext for excluding him; and as for keeping him tn ignorance of the “hoodoo,” it was to be he had long since heard the stories a el nest of fairly you see we are waiting for you us to come again, Mr, Ballard? “Oh, certainly; any time," lard, taking his Cue, Notwithstanding, on the short walk to the buckboards he was wondering aguin. Elsa's moods were perfect, or per- fect imitations; he cou which, And the light-b woman who walked beside him u steep path was the very antithesis of the anxious one who had twice let him see the vast sea of trouble on which sho was tossing. ‘The wonder was still present when he put himself in the way to help ler to a seat in one of the waiting vehicle were a little in advance of th others and when she turned to say goodby, he saw her eyes. laugh in them the trouble shadows and heartening words were on his lips when the gray eyes looking past him suddenly dilated sure of his audience. rather pallid and weak, squared him- ead. ‘And I am atill deeper in the ness,” he reminded her gently. forget that I don’t know what threat- ‘ ens you, or how it threatens. can't tell you; I can't tell any and he made sure ob at the catching of her Blacklock got up to stand behind Bromley‘ chair. Ballard thrust his hands into his pockets and frowned, The moment had when ho would be required to fight fire with fire for was nerving himi “I know beforehand about what i to say,” he sald; probably arrived rt for the batt! As once before, he grew suddenly ‘1 @ bat! “You are wronging yourself and me, You forget that your ‘You shall have it, hot and hot," promised the playwright. a little time, and from a purely ar- tistle point of view, | have ber teresting myself in the curious pay- condition which breeda so many accidents on this job of 1 started out with the as- sumption that there was @ reason. ian’t a god, How deeply the playwright was in- terested, no one knew precisely; not even young Blacklock, who was sya- tematically sounded, first by Mise Craigmiles, and afterward at regular intervals by Ballard, As Blacklock saw it, Wingfield was merely killing time at the camp, When he was not telling stories to the men off duty, he lounged in the engineers’ bungalow, smoking Ballard's tobacco and reading with apparent .vidity one or another of Bromley’s text-books on the anatomy of birds and the tax!- Bhe shook her head. French-Canadian camp cook, had a descent, under Jerry Blacklock’s lead, you must not forget yourself again— soul above the bare necessities when to the ravine below the dam where and you are forgetting. There is one the river thundered out of the cut-off obstacle which can never be over- “I remember only that I love you. And you are afraid to tel The human make something out of nothing, say, Mr. Ballard, superstitious fools, mental attitude is chiefly responsible for all the trouble, she gasped, pointing back to the dam; and when he wt saw they were all looking. great stone had been swung out over the dam, and little by little, in jerks that made the wire cables snap and sing, the clutching hooks were losing their hold in mid-air, the men imperilled canyon, and the man at the winding- drums seemed to have lost his heaa, Young Blacklock, whe was taking an engineering course turned and ran back down the path, shouting like a made a megaphone of his hands and bellowed at “Lower away! did not answer. “You won't tell m at you are in 1 way that the cause-fact—existed before Don't you believe Still no reply. ‘Elsa, girl, can you look me in t nd tell me that you do not love She neither looked nor denied. “Then that is all I need to know at he went on doggedly. fuse to recognize any other obstacle." She broke allence words seemed to leap to her lips. “There is one, dear friend with @ little upflash ‘of strong emo- ‘one that can never be over- She pointed to the boulder- superstition, neither affirmed nor de- nied; but Hromiey nodded, Ways believed it,” he admitted. “There inn't the slightest doubt of resumed the theorist 1 dan't know how far “Whatever it is that you are afraid of isn't happening,” Ballard told Elsa one day when@he came down from , Bromley’s hospital room at the coun- try house and found her waiting for him under the portieres of the dark- “Wingfleld ts perfectly He 1s the laziest man | He may be absorbing but he certainly making ap effort to acquire even awiftly that the its existence taking a rather long chance—, raithwaite's drowning will do for a You'll say ther mysterious about that; the hoister Drop it!” he show but the command came too late. With @ final jerk the hooks gave way, and the huge block shot down a sheer fifty feet, striking the crash like an explosion of dynamite. Dosia Van Bryck’s shriek was ring- ing in Ballard’s ears, and the look of frozen horror on Elsa's face was be- fore his eyes, when he dashed down the path after Blacklock. there were no lives lost-no one seri- On the dam-head Kirk- patrick was waving his arms and cr ing the news to the yard men cluster- ing thick on the edge of the cliff starting point. “I know; I couldn't help it, Dosia to! would have brought him on your tn- (0 vitation, I did everything 7 MTould torn flood churning itself into apray ‘and when they 1" the canyon pot below. “Le! had beaten me 1 made a party affair Measure it for you—and for myself. Ballard smiled mentally when he re- of it. You'll have to forgive me for Rather than be your wife—the mothor alized that his point of view had been that of the primitive man, Jealous of a be sng the motion he mad haif a bad day," he said; and he meant it, But to draw her back from thé brink of Fivel Wingfeld was not balf a bad io), Nor koow the worst in the other the chasm, wae purely mechanical, b' I'm it served to break the strain of a situ- ation that had suddenly become im- driver, sald to me: “Phey can way what they like, but ain't believ- the river stove him all up like he'd been stomped on in a cattle ened Mbrary. our children—I would ince it has given me @ chance to fully fling myself into that. th you, I'm happy in losing the ‘local color,’ push over into the fleld of the unac- The motion he made to catch her, “You are getting the cart before the horse,” cut In Ballard, beginning fire fighting. Hoskins never thought of being In- credulous until after the later hap- pentngs had given him (he super- atitious twist “The sequence is immaterial—quite argued the playwright. Mtays with us that there was something partly unaccountable “You are mistaken,” was all she would say; and a day came when the event proved it, It was the occasion of Bromley’s first return to the camp, a full month after his fall into the canyon. Young driven him by the roundabout road tn the motor car, and the industries paused while the work. men gave him an ovation, Afterward he was glad enough to lie down on the make-shift lounge in the bunxa- low; but when Blacklock would have driven him back in time for lunchcon at Castle ‘Cadia, were, the convalescent begged to be allowed to put his feet under the meas table with his chauffeur and his chief. To the three, doing justice to the best that Garou could find in the com. came Wingfield, drag up a stool and to make himself at home at Ballard’ tom had come to be. ‘How ?" @he asked; and the anxiety “To the rescue!” she cried, with a in the gray eyes cut him to the heart. ewift retreat behind the barricades of He told her briefly of the chance mockery. with a smile arousing of Wingfield’s curiosity, and which was only half-hearted: “I For this cause the Kentuckian did of the playwright’s expressed deter- pther minute we should have fallen ion to fathom the mystery of the headlong into melodrama, with Mr. mashing stone, Her dismay Wingf, Ballard ran back to Blacklock had “Thank God, it's only a money loss this time!” he announeed. saw it when it began to slip and got out of the way.” “There was no one hurt? sure there was no one hurt?” panted Mrs. Van Bryck, fanning herself vig- Id hopelessly out of reach for le-taking process.” “Then you didn't mean what you trying hard to thought of Hoskins all those who knew the circumstances the thoughts of “You should never have taken him shone hot on the stone yard, and there {nto your office,” she objected. “He said?" was a jar of passable tobacco in the office bungalow. Would Winfteld care pegi: to go indoors and lounge until the me: came to a proper sense of the — “You must find a way to stop him, bility of shade and quietude on ghe insisted. “If you only knew what Cousin terri! He con- jn it! he ventured, overtake the fleeing realities. Don't make me sav ‘The lights are up, and the udience might be looking, See how gelow is not to let net discover how she je consequences are wrapped up crushing him! Out of the lower ravine the other He waited until a stone block, dan- members of the party were straggling, with Bigelow giving first ald to a didn’t foresee that; and he was inning to gossip with the work~ It “It ison this hypothesis that 1 have constructed my theory all the accidents chargeable to cere-: fight; he was murdered. By disobedience of orders, temporary aberration on the part of the workinen, there still remaina a goodly number of them carrying this disturbing atom of mystery one into this thing from tom; it's right in my line, things were counted for at the time; they are still No one at all. I'm sorry we had to give you such a shock for your leave-taking, but accidents will hap pen now and then. me If I go at once? There is work to determined Mr. F his strict orders One moment, Mr lard,” rasped the Major missary stores, Van Bryck outran him. table, as hia c Until the meal was ended and the pipes were filled, But when Ballard 0 go down to the rr. road yard with Kirkpatrick, the apull “That The workmen in the cutting-yard is the trouble—I don’t know. And, were preparing to swing a third mas- den,” dear to the heart of a lazy man. short of quarreling outright with sive stone into place on the dam, and “Now, this is what I call solid com- Wingfield, I don't see any effective Miss Craigmiles, quite herself again, ” gaid the playwright, stretching way of muzaling him.” juxuriously on the divan, You shouldn't have troubled to come back. So sorry He came here, I'm to he was not 1 degenerate, very short time he was killed in a quarrel over # Woman at whom the he held his p made a move While the chaperon was groping for her self-composure, something to Dosia, seat-mate, and sprang to the ground “Hold on a minute, called, “I'm going with you you need right now {# a trained in- .vestigator, and I'm your man Soatt! to think that a thing like thet should happen and T should see it!” And then to Miss Craigmiles, who ap- peared to be earnestly trying to dis- anked to be shown how the hooks were “A “No; you musin’t do that, There {a made fast in the: den that is a den, and not @ misery enough ,and enmity eno -brac shop masquerading under without making any more. I'll try to field of sent the name; a good pipe; good tobacco; keep him Don't you know, Ballard, I've felt it in my bones that viction. I was missing something by not get- defeat In the H1d up'a minute! so frantically!" he cut in waiting for a straight week to get you and Bromley together for a little con- fab about matters and t time has come, Ballard resumed bis» atr of predetermined Wingtleld nodded approval Don't rush off Blacklock, here, has seen the woma but 'd like to ask if either u This to Ballard and the explaining the way,’ ‘You will fail,” he said, with con- othera came up, cAn assure you the y home were seen wheeling down here? from this one day's observation of into line at the upper end of the foot- ve tried to break him that he would much rather un- hill canyon. jomething else has turned up.” ravel a plot than build one.” kian shook his head, and { that he had not “There is our recall, Mr, Ballard,” Wingfleld, scoring his point w stark,” by George Barr McCutcheon, is the best and latest of the great “Graus une ~ And along toward the last, he never were pulled out and was . went without slinging his rifle under ened, A little ate one, man Looking for trouble with Manuel, ing for trouble wi ianuel t in the » Cl ‘ ‘you would say?” queried Wingfield. nese thie time, ‘and you said {t, Map “No doubt of it, And when the Bromiey. It was nothing of the thing finally came to focus, the Some one had substituied @ coll Mexican gave Billy a fair show; made quick-firing fuse for the oi him take his gun, which the woman slow-match the men had been waa trying to hide, gut on hie horse, One of the survivors was and ride to corner of the cor- teal the Tal—where he was to wheal and begin somes varus uotion ue acne ae I begued « shooting, or be shot in the back, The programme was carried out to the Te Look ae toe letter, Manuel walking ble Bronce to hie the other corner of the cattle yard, he table, and f Three or four shots were fired by each plied a match, It went off like Oo before Banderson was hi Um!" aald the amateur detective, “Ain of dry gunpower. “There were witnesses—some of the , "18 that all?” asked Bromley, wet- \Craigmiles cowboys. You're taking “0s his lips again. [their word for all this? go BY Ro manner of meno 1 Bromiey made & sorrowful face, ly. ing “No; it's Bitty own story. The poor M4Y not have been aimed fellow lived long enough to tell mc, Macpherson, but it committed He tried to tell me something else M™editated murder, just the same; something about Manuel and the in cable was rotted in two But there wasn't >tine S¢id. How do I know? f & fow simple tests on the broke: Wingfield found the long- With chemicals fliched out of stemmed pipe and was filling it from Segniees Lenorstery we yo Ballard’s jar. is electric plant. No, I'm no el ‘Was that all?” he inquired; but you'll find, when you ‘All but the fnish—which was Write stories and plays, you ther heart-breaking. When he Know a little of everythi could no longer speak, he kept point- there were those hooks thal ing to-me and to his rift under. 4nd dropped the rock on the dam stood he was trying to tell me that we were all down I should keep the gun.” td. “You did keep it? sald Wingfield, “Yeh; L have it yet.” at “Let me have a look at It, will you? the quai The weapon was found, and Wtag- the quarry without xamined it critically, “Ie it Of natural he asked. could have been heaved the romley nodded. “I gucas it ts. of the hill—as it probably was.” It hasn't been out of that cupboard Bromley was gripping the since the day of the killi edge and exchang! The playwright worked autiously and an empty cartridge- hell filpped out and fell to the for. |SWviiniar Sanderson’a last shot,” he ‘remarked reflectively, and went o1 pumping until eleven loaded cartridg: ay In an orderly row on the table ‘You were wrong in your count of th number of shots fired, or else the assent, magazine was not full when Sande: son began,” he commented. And thea, thi when Blacklock was about to pick “p partly because there h one of the cartridges: “Hold on, tions put in my way. Jerry; don't disturb them, if you held me by its own grip, please.” U that there have been any Blacklock laughed boyishly. “Mr. all Byergthing that hes Wingtield's got a notion,” he said. 48 far as I've gone, has been ‘He's always getting ‘em," happen; and the mot! tT haves asserted tho investigator, apparent. ‘The work oe 8, and he opened the blade of hie pen: tlon profect of yours ie tebe knife and dug. the point of It Into Pered and delayed the bullet of the cartridge first ex- Means, even to the tahun tracted. ‘There is your Mexican falr life, play,” he added, when the bullet, a | Again there was harmless pellet of white clay neatly thick-walled office room—a coated with lead foll, fell apart under Profound that the click the knife blade. “Now, let us see Stone hammers in the how many more there are to go with ping i thd It Brom There were four cartridges with ey the ‘dummy bullets, “the remaining frat and hie question was poin seven being genuin ingtiel P the sum in arithmetic aloud. erallzation’ Me, topped with the gage. and five are nine, and nine and seven “"iygeunin. Mr. Wingfield? are sixteen. Sanderson started out that day with | magazine, we'll nay. | He fired five of the dummies ‘7 and here are the other four. 0 woman had had a Httle more time stake, Haale: interente are » would have pum out all of Q Mts Mm Heng somewhat ccebly into that "t of it. some one tell ‘me that, there ea on in the courts | Sent one thing needful? no” “lay 18 the Ballard came back to the table arm's reach stood within peaker, His square jaw had empty gun, Hromley’s pallid face on the turned gray, and his exclamation was Were colfnea ne nate id his neither an oath nor a prayer, The tragedy had touched him very nearly. “Poor Billy!” “It was a doudttul nd | ‘and hard. at will you do, Mr, Sea ou arrived at that pose deere ly cold-blooded murder young Blacklock's direction ana’) a reply was evasive, “Doesn't you that this is hardly the tim — ime er place to go into that, Mr. Ballara? motive?” said Bromley, “Why, | “You ask me wi the same, doesn't it?— do, Mr, Ballard, and Th aay eons hr he pity.” yourself in my place. Cleagly, it ip playwright had lighted the law-abiding citizen's plain duty to jtemmed pipe, and was though and lay the facts before the Dearest : fully blowing amoke-rings toward the Prosecuting attorney and let the la patch in the ceiling. take its course. On the other “Not If my theory holds good, Mr, !'m @ man ike other mon, and”—oee ’ Bromley. You see, I am proceeding | Ballard straightened the path : upon the supposition that Sanderson Hesitation for him, 8. wasn't messing in Manuel's domestic ‘And you are Col. Cral affairs, guest. Go on.” " ‘Well, at first I found it blankly i That story must have been pretty i as any one mixing freah in everybody's mind at that Klink with the Colonel in the fhe menities would, Later I had to "It was; and Sanderson was inter- {2¢ Usly fact, and then the ested. Now that you recall it, I re- = entered the equation. there member his saying something that 00d reasons why I should neltl might have given the story Ite supe! should bp eddie in this affair; why) atitious twist for Hoskins and the wid pe the last man on earth other men ie hue and cry. Bo 1 Wingfield smote the table with his écided upon @ compron aoe tae wu come out—it's bo "There {9 your connecting link!" he jut; and I don't want to exclaimed, "We have just here winen it does, I think I shall ha Sanderson was not killed in a ives Urwent call to go buck to New Bromley laid hold of th pulled himself to hi iT same token, Braithwaite was dered, too. ‘Recall the ciroumstances Ballard who aaid wl ax they have been related; wh y moasu, e : easures found him bis head was crush Hh his words and the sting 1 “Mr. both arms were bro! we different binds oto tae tate Ho threw himself into the attitude of you to be, and that is saying one fishing fre river bank. deal, Out of a Maas of heaten pmRnedy 6 up behind me with ‘idle stories of a lot of workiey wt 1 get & have been Wwhrewd enough to make nd put up xhing stock of you, you have bi blow does the js fairy tal suppose iI, or all but one "t help it; it's a part of I's woman knows equipment as a professional maker blow, and Sanderson fairy tales. But there are two thin was trying to ind her to tell" for which I will answer personally tet you will not leave Castle ‘Cadia ui bun your time is out; and you'll not leat ty adobe foundations, the effeet ¢ this room until you have promised wn have been’ more striking. three us that this cock-and- Ballurd funy the gun sand sprang story of Xours stops right here to his foet. The ec noaet down its frst teMling.” i weakly and stared “ hats si said Bromley, with dropped, and he glared Wingfield, ax if the clever ehace in his tone, (Yo Be Continued.)