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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. The original ie manutae tired bhiy by The T. Milburn Co,, iigtitdid,Toru11,W, alt. ,Price air, "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- cause they get at the cause of trouble and exert a combined and direct influ- enee on liver, kidneys and bowels. They promptly and thoroughly cleanse the bowels or intestines and by awakening the action of the liver take the burden off the kidneys. Then by 'their direct action on the kidneys bring about the natural and healthful work- ing of these organs. Dr. Chase's Ttidney-Liver 'Pills, one pill a dose, r conte a box, at all deal- ers or Ldnianson, Pates to Co., Toronto. Recommended As Ao Ideal Remedy 7 �. u n 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- keeper, I was selling a good many "Fruit-a-tives" to my customers and, remarking how pleased they were with the results obtained from using "Fruit- a-tives," I decided to try them and, I 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 uncommemorated. Idle es the speculation is, I wonder w'hc my neat visitor win be. Thraeklce, I hope. Ev4ently come 02 them have been playing t'1s part Of Pan- dora, Spent last night lit 'Ehe nava Air 111'1111,11n!I!I! 4111,,,,I1,+„"; • AVegetable Preparation fords - sir.7ildking tlleTocdendilegu!a- ting the Stomachs nnclB wets of PromotesDigestion,Cheerful- nCSS and 7�nest.Contains neither Opliiln,Morphine for Mineral. NOT N./MC OTC. PxgriarsJ're- w{i�LlrSery a dd Actic Sulu - 4r.ire St'rd TlpprrF rrt - L•r Airdarrah, Sa iia f j;5rna;fred - ((''%uid ✓:!gar . igatwern Neap. Aperfect Remedy For Constipa- tion, Sour Stdullctl,Diarrboca 1 tofens,Convuls1•:ns,Feverush- 1LIss and L0 :!S OF SLEEP. Inc Simile Signature of NEW Y YO YA.IC env:, EXACT COPY OF WRAPPER. it STORIA For Infants and Children. '6n Kind You Have Always Bought Bears the Signature of In Use For Over Thirty Years STORIA 'i quite fre. "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. - GUARANTEED DANDRUFF CURE. Beware of the druggist who tolls you that any other hair tonio is just as good as Parisian Sage—be knows better, Walton McKibben is the agent for Parisian Sage, and he won't try to give 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 weeks or money b"ck. iii knows that Porieian Sage le highly recommended as the moat pleasant and reju•,eaating hair dressing known. It makes the hair fluffy and beautiful. 50 cents a large bottle at Walton MoHib- bon's. He will guarantee it. Made in America only by Giroux Mfg, Oo., Bnt- felo, N Y and Fort Erie, Ont. as 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,