HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1909-09-16, Page 7/ME WING-LIAMa TIMES, SEPTEMBER 16 1Vuv
THE YIYSTERY
By STEWART EDWARD WHITE
And SAMUEL HOPKINS ADAMS
COPYRIGHT. 1907. BY McCLURE. PHILLIPS & CO.
power—solution of the world problems.'
,Why, the old fool is crazy! And his
;writing is crazier. Can't make head
•or tail of it"
I Tho captain turned several more
pages. They were blank. "At any
rate, it seems to be the end," he said.
"I should hope so," returned the oth-
.:er disgustedly.
He took the book on his knees, flut-
tering the leaves between thumb and
.".721ere beptnnetlb a new chapter," said he
quictiy.
finger. Suddenly he checked, cast
back and threw the book wide open.
"Here beginneth a new chapter,"
said he quietly. ,
No imaginable chirography could
have struck the eye with more of con-
trast to the professor's small and nerv-
ous hand. Large, rounded and ram-
bling, it filled the page with few and
',careless words.
June 2, 1904.—On this date I find myself
.sole occupant and absolute monarch of
this valuable Island. This morning I was
:a member of a community, interesting if
not precisely peaceful. Tonight I am the
last leaf. "All his lovely coinpanions are
faded and gone," the sprightly Solomon,
the psychic nigger, the amiable Thrac-
.kles, the cheerful Perdosa, the genial Pulz
and the high minded Eagen. Undoubted-
ly the social atmosphere has cleared;
•moreover, I am for the first time in my
:life a landed proprietor. !Item, several
.square miles of grass land: item, Several
dozen head of sheep: item, a cove full of
•fish; item, a handsomely decorated cave;
item, a sportive though somewhat unruly
•volcano. At times, it may be. I shall feel
the lack of company. The sea gulls alone
are not distrustful of rue. Undoubtedly
the sea gull is an estimable creature, but
he leaves something to be desired in the
way of companionship; hence this diary,
the inevitable refuge of the empty minded.
Materially I shall do well enough, though
T face ono tragic circumstance. My ciga-
rette material, I dud, is short. Upon
.counting UD•—
u•
"Was Taken Very Ili with
DIARRHOEA.
`WAS WEAK AND DISCOURAGED.
DR. FOWLER'S
EXTRACT OF
`WILD STRAWBERRY
CURED HIM.
Mr. T. W. Robertson, Elm Valley, Man.,
Writes:--"/ was taken very ill with diem -
Inca, and tried everything I had ever
heard of, as being good for it, but, with -
lout sttocess until I was finally _advised to
My Dr. Fowler's Extract of Wild Straw-
berry. A
I was so weak and raged
;that I didn't expect to derive much bene-
fit from it but I am happy to say, that,
:after I had taken two doses I was greatly
relieved, and It few more entirely cured
Me, I shall always be pleased to recons-
triend your medicine to all sufferers atad
I consider myself fortunate. to get sueh
al marvelous relief after expecting to die. "•
We wish to warn the public *Pinar
being imposed on by unsertsp
•dealers who substitute the
"Strawberry Compoubds" for D>r row.
,ler s.
If you want to be on the eafdi tide, Mk
for Dr. Fowler's rctrahe of Wild Str**-
berry and inlet on gosttil!iger *tic
for.
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"Haug his cigarettes!" cried the stir.
geon. "This must be Darrow. Fin'
icky beast! Let's see if it's signed."
He whirled the leaves over to the
last sheet, glanced at it and sprang to
his feet. There, sprawled in tremut
lous characters, as by a hand shaken
with agony or terror, was written:
Look for me in the cave.
PERCY DARROW.
The bullet hole in the corner fur.
nished a sinister period to the signs:
ture.
Trendon handed the ledger back ti
the captain, who took ono quick look
closed it and handed it to Congdon.
"Wrap that up and carry it careful
ly," he said.
"Aye, aye, sir," said the cockswain,
swathing it in his jacket and tucking
it under his arm.
"Now to find that cave," gatd Cap:
tain Parkinson to the surgeon.
"The cave in the cliff, of course:,
said Trendon. "Noticed it coming in,
you know."
"Where?"
"On the north shore, about a mile td
the east of here."
"Then we'll cut directly across."
"Beg your pardon, sir," put in Cong
don, "but I don't think we can maki
it from this side, sir."
"Why not?"
4'No beach, sir, and the cliff's like the
side of a ship. Looks to be deep watel
right into the cave's mouth."
"Back to the boat, then. Bring that
flag along."
The descent was swift, at times reek
less, but the party embarked without
accident. Soon they were forgin4
through the water at racing speed, thl
boat leaping to the impulsion of tin
sailorman's strongest motives, euriosi
ty and the hope of saving a life.
CHAPTER XXIX.
ITHIN half an hour the gig had
reached the mouth of the cave
As the cpckswain had predict
ed, the seas ran into the lof
entrance. Elsewhere the surf fel
'whitely, but through the arch\thd
waves rolled unbroken into a heavd
stillness. Only as the boat hovered fol
a moment at the face of the cliff could
the exploring party hear, far within
the hollow boom that told of breakeri
on a distant subt.rranean beach.
"Itun her in easy," came the cap
tain's order. "Keep a sharp lookout
for hidden rocks."
To the whispering plash of the oars
they moved from sunlight into twit
light, from twilight into darkness. 01
a sudden the oars jerked convulsively
A great roar had broken upon the earl
of the sailors. The invisible roof abovl
them, the water heaving beneati
them, the walls that hemmed them in
called with a multiplication of resd
nance upon the name of Darrow. Thi
boat quivered with the start of its oc'
cupants. Then one or two laughed
weakly as they realized that what they
had heard was no supernatural voice
It was the captain hailing for the mai
rooned man.
No vocal answer came, but an Inde
terminable space away they could heal
a low splash, followed by a second and
a third. Something coughed weakly
in front and to the right. Trendon'd
hand went to his revolver. The meq
sat stiffened. One of them swore id
a whisper.
"Silence in the boat," said the cap•
tain in such buoyant tones that the
men braced themselves against the ex•
pected peril.
"Light the lantern and pass it • to
me," came the order. "Keep below the
gunwale, men."
As the match spluttered, "Do you seg
something a few rods to port?" asked
the captain in Trendon's ear.
"Pair of green lights," said Trendon.
"Eyes. Seals!"
"Seals! Seals! Seals!" shouted the
walls, for the surgeon had suddenly,
released his voice. And as the mock-
ery boomed the green lights disappear
ed, and there was more splashing. froth
the distance. The crew sat up again.
• The lantern spread its radiance. It
was reflected from battlements of
fairy beauty. Everywhere the walls
were set, as with gems, in broad wales
of varied and vivid hueS. Dazzled at
first, the explorers soon were able to
discern the general nature of the sub-
terranean world which they had en-
tered. In most places the walls rose
sheer and unscalable from the water.
In others turreted rocks thrust their
gleaming crags upward. Over to star-
board a little beach shone with Quak-
er grayness in that spectacular display,
The end of the cavern was still beyond
the area of light.
"Must have been a swimmer to get
in here," commented Trendon, glanc-
ing at the walls.
"Euless uless he had a boat," said the
captain. "But why doesn't ,he an-
swer?"
"'letter try again. No telling how
much more there is of this."
The surgeon raised his ponderous
bellow, and the cave roared again with
the summons, Silence, formidable and
unbroken, succeeded.
"House to house search is now in
Order," he said. "Must be in here,
somewhere unless the seals get him."
Cautiously the boat moved forward.
Once she grazed on a half submerged
rock. Again a tiny islet loomed before
her. Scattered bones glistened on the
rocky shore, but they were not human
relies. Occasionally beaches tempted a
landing, but all of these led back to
precipitous cliffs except ono, from the
side of which opened two shall caves,
Into the first the lantern cast its
glare, revealing emptiness, for the
arch was wide and the cave shallow.
The entrance to the other was so nar-
row as to send a visitor to his knees.
But inside it seemed to open out.
lioreover, there were fish bones at the
entrance. The captain, the surgeon
and Congdon, the cockswain, lauded.
Captain Parkinson reached the spot
first. Stooping, he thrust his head in
et the orifice. A. sharp exclamation
broke from him. He rose to his feet,
turning a coutorted face to the others.
"Poisonous," he cried.
"More volcano," said 'Trendon. Ile
bent to the black hole and sniffed cau-
tiously.
"I'll go in, sir," volunteered Cong
don. "I've had fire practice."
"My business," said Trendon briefly.
"Decomposition; unpleasant, but not
dangerous."
Pushing the lantern before him, he
wormed his way until the light was
blotted out. Presently it shone forth
from the funnel, showing that thee ex-
plorer had reached the inner oper.
space. Captain Parkinson dropped
down and peered in, but the evil odor
was too much for him. He retired,
gagging and coughing. Trendon was
gone for what seemed an interminable
time. His superior officer fidgeted un-
easily. At last he could stand it no
longer.
"Dr. Trendon, are you all right?" be
shouted.
"Yup," answered a choked 'voice.
"Cubbiug oud dow."
Again the funnel was darkened. A
pair of feet appeared, then the sur-
geon's chunky trunk, his head and the
lantern. Once, twice and thrice he in-
haled deeply.
"Phew!" he gasped. "Thought I was
tough, but phee-ee-ee-ewl"
"Did ypu find"—
"No, sir. Not Darrow. Only a'poor
devil of a seal that crawled in there to
die."
The exploration continued. Half a
mile, as they estimated, from the open
they reached a narrow beach shut off
by a perpendicular wall of rock. Skirt-
ing this, they returned on the other
side, minutely examining every possi-
ble crevice. When they again reached
the light of day they had arrived at
the certain conclusion that no living
man was within those :walls.
"Would a corpse rise to the surface
soon in waters such as these, Dr. Tren-
don?" asked the captain.
"Might, sir. Might not. No telling
that."
The captain ruminated. Then he beat
his fist on his knee.
"The other cave!"
"What other cave?" asked the sur-
geon.
"The cave where they killed the
seals."
"Surely!" exclaimed Trendon. "Walt,
though. Didn't Slade say it was be-
tween here and the point?"
"Yes. Beyond the small beach."
"No cave there," declared the sur-
geon positively. .
"There must be. Congdon, did you
see an opening anywhere in the cliff
as we came along?"
"No, sir. This is the only ene, sir."
"We'll see about thet," said the cap-
taln grimly. "Head her about. Skirt
the shore as near the breakers as you
safely can."
The gig retraced its journey.
"There's the beach, as Slade describ-
ed it," said Captain Parkinson as they
came abreast of the little reach of
sand.
"And what are those two bird roosts
on it?" asked Trendon. "See 'em?
Dead against that patch of shore
weed."
"Bits of wreckage fixed in the sand."
"Don't think so, sir. Too well
matched."
"We have no time to settle the mat-
ter now," said the captain impatient-
ly. "We must find that cave if it is
to be found."
Hovering just outside the final drag
of the surf, under the skillful guid-
ance of Congdon. the boat moved slow-
ly along the line of beach to the line of
cliff. All was open as the day. The
Waxing sun picked out each detail of
jut and hollow. Evidently the poison-
ous vapors from the volcano had not
spread their blight here, for the face
of the precipice was bright with many
flowers. So close in moved the boat
that its occupants could even see but -
elation of the
Livera I Kidneys
Functions such that each suffers when
the other Is deranged.
When the liver becomes sluggish and
torpid in action, or is given too much
work by over -eating, the kidneys have
to help out with the work of filtra-
tion. When the liver fails the kidneys
have all this work to do.
The beginning is biliousness, indiges-
tion and constipation and after a time
the kidneys begin to be affected and
• there comes backache, urinary derange-
ments and finally kidney disease.
Dr. Chase's Kidney -Liver Pins are
the rational cure for kidney disease,
just as they are the most successful, be-
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and exert a combined and direct influ-
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They promptly and thoroughly
cleanse the bowels or intestines and by
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'their direct action on the kidneys bring
about the natural and healthful work-
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Dr. Chase's Ttidney-Liver 'Pills, one
pill a dose, r conte a box, at all deal-
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Recommended As
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Baa
W. 6. BOND, gee.
Lloydtown, Ont„ March `9th, Igoe.
"For some years I have been greatly
troubled with headaches and indiges-
tion, brought on by stomach disorders,
constipation and biliousness. I had
tried many remedies with only indiffer-
ent success, until "Fruit-a-tives" came
to fay notice. Being a general store-
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"Fruit-a-tives" to my customers and,
remarking how pleased they were with
the results obtained from using "Fruit-
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might say, the effects were almost
magical. Headaches and biliousness
disappeared and to -day I recommend
"Fruit-a-tives" to my customers as 'An
ideal remedy.'
"I might also add that about three
veers ago I was laid up with LUM-
BAGO AND SCIATICA --couldn't get
out of bed or lift one foot over the
• ther. A good treatment of "Fruit-a-
tives" cured me of these pains and
banished the Sciatica and Lumbago so
that to -day I am as well as ever and can
lift anything necessary."
(Signed) W. S. BOND.
terflies fluttering above the bloom. But
that which their eager eyes sought
was still denied them. No opening
offered in that smiling cliffside. Not
by so much as would admit a terrier
did the mass of rock and rubble gape.
"And Slade described the cave as
big enough to ram the Wolverine into,"
muttered Trendon.
Up to the point of the headland and
back passed the boat. Blank disap-
pointment was the result.
"What is your opinion now, Dr.
Trendon?" asked. the captain of the
older man.
"Don't know, sir," answered the sur-
geon hopelessly, "Looks as if the cave
might have been a hallucination."
"I shall have something to say to
Mr. Slade on our return," said the cap-
tain crisply. "If the cave was a hal-
lucination, as you suggest, the seal
murder was fiction."
"Looks so," agreed the other.
"And the murder of the captain.
How about that?"
"And the mutiny of the men," added
the surgeon.
"And the killing of the doctor. Your
patient seems to be a romantic gen-
ius."
"And the escape of Darrow. Bold
hard." quoth Trendon. "Darrow's no
romance. Nothing fictional about the
flag. and ledger."
"Tree enough." said the captain and
fell to consideration.
"Anyway," said Trendon vigorously,
"I'd like to have a look at those bird
roosts. Mighty like sign posts to my
mind."
"Very well," said the captain. "It'll
cost us only a wetting. Itun her in,
Congdon."
With all the cockswain's skill and the
oarsmen's technique, the passage of
the surf was a lively one, and little
driblets of water marked the trail of
the officers as they sllufded up the
beach.
The two slabs stood less than fifty
yards beyond high water tide. Near-
ing them. the visitors saw that each
marked a mound, but not until they,
were close up could they read the
neat carving on the first. It ran as
follows:
Here ices
SOLOMON ANDERSON
alias •
BANDY SOLOMON
who murdered his employer, his captain
and Itis shipmates and was found dead of
his deserts on these shores, June 5, 1904.
This slab is erected as a memento of
admiring esteem
by
the last of his victims.
"And you can kiss the book on that."
"Percy Darrow resit," said the sur-
geon. "You cats kiss the book on that
tea."
"Then Slade \vas telling the truth!"
"Apparently. Seems good corrotOra-
tion."
The captain turned to the Other
mound. Its slab was carved by the
same hand.
Raered to the memory of an ensignof
the United States navy, whose body,
wasted upon this coast, is here burled
"Billy Edwards," said the captain.
with all reverence, by strange hands;
whose soul may God rest. "The seas shall
sing his requiem." Juno the sixth,
MzXMIV.
"Billy Edwards," said the captain,
very low.
Ile uncovered. The surgeon did like-
wise. So for a space they stood with
bared heads between the twiu graves.
CHAPTER XXX.
IIE surgeon spoke i' st.
"Another point," said he.
"Darrow was alive within a
few days."
Captain Parkinson turned slowly
away from the grave, " A'`ou are right,"
he said, with an effort. "Our business
is with the living now. The dead
must wait."
"Ilide and seek," growled Trendon.
"If he's here why don't he show him-
self?"
The other shook his head.
"Place is all trampled up with foot-
prints," said Trendon. "He's plodded
back and forth like a prisoner in a
cell."
"The ledger," said the captain. "I'd
forgotten it. That grave drove every-
thing else out of my mind."
"Bring the book here," called Tren-
don.
Congdon unwrapped it from his jack-
et and handed it to him. The sailors
cast curious glances at the two head.
stones.
"Mount guard over Mr. Edwards'
grave," commanded the captain,
The cockswain saluted and gave an
order. One of the sailors stepped for.
ward to the first mound.
"Not that one," rasped the officer,
"the other."
The man saluted and moved on.
"With your Permission, sir," said
Trendon.
On a nod from his superior officer he
opened the ledger and took up Dar -
row's record.
"Isere it is. Entry of June 3."
"Everything lovely. Schooner lost to
sight. Query—to memory dear? Not ex-
actly. Though I shouldn't mind having
her under orders for a few days. Queer
glow in the sky last night: if they've been
investigating, they may have got what's
coming to them. Volcano exhibiting fits
of temper. Spouted out considerable fire
about 9 o'clock. Quito spectacular,but no
harm done. Can foresee short rations of
tobacco. Lava in valley still too hot for
comfort. No sign of Dr. Schermerhorn.
Still sleep on beach."
"Not much there," sniffed Trendon.
"Go on," said the captain,
"June 3, Evening.—Thick and squally
weather again. Local atmospheric con-
ditions seem upset. Volcano still leading
strenuous life. Climbed the headland this
afternoon. Wind very shifty. Got an
occasional whiff of volcanic output. One
in particular would have sent a skunk to
the camphor b ,.tle. No living on the
headland. Will explore cave tomorrow
with a view to domicile. Have come down
to an allowance of seven cigarettes per
diem.
"June 4.—Explored cave today. Full of
dead seals. Not only dead, but all bitten
and cut to pieces. Must have been lively
doings in Seal Town. Not much choice
between air in the cave and vapors from
the volcano. Barring seals, everything
suitable for light housekeeping, such as
mine. Undertook to clean house. Drag-
ged late lamented out into the water.
Some sank and were swept away by the
sea puss. Others, I regret to say, floated.
Found trickle of fresh water in depth of
cave and little sand ledge to sleep on.
So far, so good; wo may be 'appy yet. It
only I had my cigarette supply. Once
heard a botanist say that leaves of the
white shore willow made fair substitute
for tobacco. Fair substitute for nux
vomica! Would like to interview said
botanist.
"The fellow is a tobacco maniac,"
growled Trendon, feeling in his breast
pocket. "The devil!" he cried, bringing
forth au empty hand.
Silently the• captain !landed him a
cigar. "Thank you, sir," he said, light-
ed
ighted it and continued reading;
"Tune E.—Had a caller today. Climbed
the headland this morning. Found vol+
cano taking a day off. Looking for sign
of Laughing Lass, noticed something
heilographing to mo from the waves be-
yond the reef. Seemed to be metal. I
guessed a tin can. Caught In the swirl,
it rounded the cape, and I came down to
the shore to meet it. Halfway down the
Miff I had a better view. I saw it was
not a tin can. There was a dark body
under it, which the Waves were testing
about, and as the metal moved with the
body it glinted in the sun. Suddenly it
was borno in upon mo that an arm was
doing the signaling, waving to me with
a sprightly, even a jocular, friendliness.
Then I saw what it really way. It was
Handy Solomon and his steel hook. no
was riding quite high. Every now and
again he would bow and wave. He
grounded gently on the sand beach. I
planted him promptly. First, however, I
removed a bag of tobacco front his pocket.
Poor stuff and water soaked, but still
tobacco. Spent a quiet afternoon Carving
a headstone for the dear departed, I'lty
it were that virtuea so shining should be
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"June 0.—Saw the glow again Last night."
The surgeon paused in his reading.
"That would be the night of the 5th,
the night before we picked her up
empty."
"Yes," agreed Captain Parkinson.
"That was the night Billy Edwards—
Go on."
"Saw the glow again last night. Don't
understand it. Once should have been
enough for them. This matter of hoard-
ing tobacco may be a sad error. If Old
Spitfire keeps on the way sho has today,
I shan't need much more, It would be a
raw jest to bo burned oil swallowed up
with a month's supply of unsmoked ciga-
rettes on one. Cave getting shaky. Still,
I think I'll stick there. .As between being
burned alive and burled alive, I'm for the
respectable and 'time honored fashion of
interment. Bombardment was mostly to
the east today, but no telling when it
may shift.
"Juno 7.—This morning I found a body
rolling in the surf. It was the body of a
young man, largo and strongly built,
dressed in the uniform of an ensign of
our navy. Surely a strange visitor to
these . shores! Thero was no mark of
identification upon him except a cigarette
case graven with an undecipherable mono-
gram in Tiffany's most illegible style of
arrowheaded inscription. This I buried
with him and staked the grave with a
headboard. An officer and a gentleman, a
youth of friendly ways and kindly living,
if one may judge by the face of the dead,
and he comes by the same end to the
same goal as Handy Solomon. Why not?
And why should one philosophize in a
book that will never bo read? Hold on!
Perhaps—Just perhaps—it may be read.
The officer was not long dead. Ensigns
of the United States navy do not wander
about untraversed waters alone. There
must be a warship somewhere in the vi-
cinity. But why, then, an unburied officer
floating on the ocean? I will smoke upon
this luxuriously and plentifully. (Later.)
No use. I can't solve it. But one thing
I do. I put up it signal pole on the head-
land and cache this record under it this
afternoon. From day to day, with the
kindly permission of the volcano, I will
add to it. !Bad doings by Old Spitf3 'e.
The cloud is coming down on me. Also
seems to be moving along the cliff. I will
retire hastily to my private estate in the
cave.
"That's all, except the scrawl on the
last page," said Trendon. "Some ac-
tion of the volcano scared him off.
He had just time to scrawl that last
message and drop the book into the
cache. The question is, Did ho get
back alive?"
"Slade Is the solution," said the cap-
tain. "We must ask him."
They put back to the ship. Barnett
was ae 'ously awaiting them.
"Your patient has been in a bad
way, Dr. Trendon," he said.
"What's wrong?" asked Trendon,
frowning.
"He came up on deck, wild eyed and
staggering. There was a sheet of pa-
per in his hand which seemed to have
some bearing on his trouble. When he
found you had gone to the island with -
(To be Oontinued),
WORDS OF WISDOM.
Only veneer virtues fear bad weath-
er,
6. just oomplatnt is an nocommoda•
tion.
Things are without what they are
within.
, The ecclesiastical boss is the enemy's
best man,
A little warm cheer does more than a
lot of cold cash,
Faith in God is nothing without fel•
lowship with man.
The most empty life is the
thinks only of itself.
Ile vita is not r
! v ill net be rich havi
Many a good deed
tion for lank of a littl
one that
h having nothing
.1 all.
,e died in idea.
ippreelation.
The man who brags of being speedy
doesn't figure on the grade he is on.
Large ideas of spirituality cannot take
the plane of definite ideas of right.
To make a child profess a man's re-
ligion is to put him to school to hypo-
crisy.
He who has many thoughts to hide,
never has any that amen are glad to cir-
culate.
No flower strikes root more readily
or blooms with greater blessing than
kindness.
Too many giving the poor crusts a1f
the street are stealing their bread in the
alley.
The only man whom poverty can
crash is he who lacks the riches of
character.
Many a man thinks that the important
thing is the eine of the aim instead of its
height.
When a man tells the troth about
himself he is anxious for someone to
call him a liar.
It is a good thing to have ideals, but
they wont do mach good if yon let them
get dusty.
Lots of people never look the door en
a temptation until they get it safely in-
side the house.
When your character is gold you will
not need any coinage stamp to make
it current.
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Beware of the druggist who tolls you
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von something jest as good, because he
knows that Parisian Sage is guaranteed
to cure dandruff, stop falling hair and
oure all diseases of the scalp in two
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iii knows that Porieian Sage le highly
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4.e't
Lost Girl Found Behind Piano.
Oollingwood Bulletin: A young girl
ii her 'teens belongiag to a respeetehle
family in town esnsed her parents end
the police considernbie tremble and
worry last week. Having disobeyed
her father and fearing punishment she
suddenly disuppeared and despite the
efforts of her friends to locate her raw
mained oat of eight for nearly a week.
Before leaving Abe gave no iatimatiorr
of her intended departure, mite( quontly
those endeavoring to find her webs
entirely at sea. A brother, however,
came to the assistance of the tearthere
and gave such information es Ind to the
f(iri's discovery. Strange es it may be
the girl was net away from her tome.
Instead of leaving for parte unknown
sought seclusion behind she piano in the
family home, remaining in biding dirr.
ing the day and coming out at night tV
procure food. The girl's pleoe of hiding
was in the chiefest room of the hoe**
and she must have heard the frequent
talks with friends and with t'h* po e*
regarding her disappearance and herr
plane made to eeoertain 'her Whet*.
About!. That she eoutinrted her teefi
patle for such a length of time tit !re.
markable,