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meanTent XXx, P TI9RKIN'S WARNING.
Dr. and Mrs, Austin were early risers ;
not content with rising with the sun,
they sometimes got up long before it.
The doctor arose just a little later than
usual, however, on the morning of the
fourth day after the departure: of John
raeob, for he had been beside a patient
until very late, and had driven home
after eleven o'clock at night. Mrs.
Austin had arisen at her usual hour, she
never varied much, and the breakfast
was woll under way when the doctor en-
tered the kitchen.
"Why did you not sleep longer,
Thomas?" asked his wife, looking up
from her beef -steak.
"You know I can't sleep when any one
is up in the house, mother," replied the
doctor, with bis cheery smile. "Besides,
I am getting rather hungry, to tell the
ninth. I wonder if the Smiths are up
yet?"
"Yes, their chimney is smoking; why,
Thomas ?"
"Why, my trip yesterday took me off
before mail time', and I was thinking we
ought to have a letter from John, he said
he would write, I believe I will run
over to Smith's while you are cooking
the steak."
• "Well, you have time if von hurry. I
would like to hear from John," said good
Mrs. Austin. And the doctor, without
more ado, threw on his hat and hurried
off to the postoffiea. Smith's postoffice
and dwelling were under one roof, and
so, though ib was early, Smith was found
at his post. There were two ,otters for
Dr. Austin, and be came briskly back,
wondering a little as to their contents.
The first that he opened was from Dr.
Burton, and it struck consternation to
the heart of the recipient. It contained
these few lines :
Da. Tanscas AUSTIN:
Dear Sir and Friend,—Come to town im-
mediately. MissLee has fled from my house.
This afternoon a. young man calling himself
John J. Austin called, and said he had been sent
byyou to see Miss Lee. I sunt for her, but she
hat seen him. itis supposed, and she was not to
be found Thereupon this stranger declared
himself a detective. and said that Miss Lee was
a
accused of some crime. Hera hod away in hot
pursuit; but so far as I can learn she has not
been found. I amat a loss what steps to take in
the matter, so pray come up.
Yours in difficulty,
S. E'. BURTON.
1perfidious
tier was from the
The other la
John Jacob himself, and rend as follows:
Du. AUSTIN:
Dear Sir,—Knowing that Dr. Burton will write
to you, if be has not already done so, I pen von
this. I beg that you will not jade a me until this
affair has been sifted to the bottom; when, I be-
lieve, in
e-lieve,in spite of the fact that I won your con-
fidence in practising deceit, you will admit that
t have been, as much as I could be, your friend.
Do not seek to move in this matter; believeme
I antsneaking for your good when I say that by
so doing you will injure yourself and your
ward as well. Also remember my warning
against Mr. Brady. I am the detective. but I am
neitberyour enemy nor Miss Armyn's. Mr.
Brady is.
Yours,
Sons JACOB AUSTIN.
It is i•npossible to describe the feelings
with which Dr. Austin read these letters.
His wife. who kuew little or nothing of
the actual state of Lenore Armyn's af-
fairs, must not be alarmed or enlighten-
ed. So ne sat in silence until he could
speak with tolerable calmness, and then
rising he said:
"Mother, I must start for the city this
=ruing, and it's a blessed thing the
stage goes to -day. Just wait breakfast
while I run and tell the driver to wait or
call for nie, and moan while toss a few
things into my small valise." And be-
fore Mrs. Austin could open her mouth
to ask a question he was out of the house.
As he closed his door a man who was
passing the gate at the moment looked
up quickly.
Gaut morn.inks," he said, affably. "I
hobs I sees you veil?"
"Quite well, Peterkin," replied the
doctor. "Going to the hotel?"
''Yah ; shust took a sthroll pefore sad-
in"Then, Peterkin, won't you just tell
Marks, the stage driver, that I want him
to call for me this morning. It will
oblige me very much?" said the doctor.
"Ton' t vant oplige ! To it ver nod. -
lugs, mooch bleasure., ferry." And the
Teuton resumed his march toward the
hotel.
Peterkin was a pack -peddler, who had
made his appearance in the neighborhood
a little more than a month before, since
when he had made Fairlie his headquar-
•ters; tramping off bright and early
mornings and usually returning at
night.
While Doctor Austin returned to his
wife and his breakfast, Peterkin trudged
on toward the ittle hotel. The break-
fast bell was sounding when he reached
the place, but Peterkin went straight up
to his room where he remained full ten
minutes. Then he lumbered down stairs
and noisly entered the breakfast room.
Everybody was at breakfast -even Mr.
J. B. Brady. Peterkin sat down and be-
gan to eat ravenously.. Then he looked
up and bawled out suddenly :
"Shay! you mishtervip shnapper,how
soon pefore your vagon stards?"
"Half an hour, Dutcher. Want to go ?"
"Veli den, I told you do sthop vor
Dogdor Aushtin;: he sait so." And.
Peterkin made a lunge at a huge potato.
Five minutes afterwards Mr. J. B.
Brady arose and quitted the room.
"yonder vot mate him losht his abbe -
aide," said the German, gazing after him
wonderingly.
Mr. Brady's "abbedide" had failed
rather suddenly.
When Marks drove out of the stable -
yard. ,with the rickety old coach, Mr.
Brady stood, with a huge travelling -bag
beside him, ready for a start, and just as
he took his seat, Peterkin came scrambl-
ing down stairs, pack and all.
"Veit !" he shouted; "ton't you se me
gomin' ?"
Marks both saw and heard. him, and
Peterkin, too,sat. within the coach,
grinning complacently at Brady the
while.
"I vill haf goompany on the vay," he
said affably; "ferry bleasand, ferry."
But Mr. Brady scorned to reply.
When Dr. Austin came out to take his
seat, great was his surprise, not to say
annoyance, to find that Brady was his
fellow passenger. , He wondered too that
Peterkin had not informed him of his in-
tendons to be his companion on the
journey.. He nodded stiffly to Brady,
and there, as the coach rumbled off, ad-
dressed the German
"So you • are going tte ay, Peterkin;
going far?"
r
Going doto pi down, u,sir� 1 o.
f god
Dud of everydinks,"
"Oh, going to fill up your pack," said
the doctor, and then he lapsed into
silence, 1?resently he looked up, as if he
had evolved an idea out of a medley of
thought, and. addressed Brady :
"You are not quitting Fairlie for good,
Mr. Brady?" he inquired,
"Oh no," said. Brady, carelessly;
"only taking a little run into the city.
Do you go as far:?"
"Why, yes. To -night is the first of
Darley's famous course of medical lec-
tures, and I would not miss them, Shall
you attend, sir ?"
"Hardly. I'm not much in that line."
"Too bad, really ! I should like to
have 'you attend to -night with me, it
would seem social like."
"Oh ! since you are so kind f may
avail myself of the invitation. Where
do you stop, doctor ?"
"At the Sherman. Happy to see you
there." Then the doctor took from his
pocket a modieal pamphlet and began to
read.
When they arrived at the station,
which they did, of course, half an hour
too early, Doctor Austin watched for an
opportunity to whisper to Peterkin
"Follow me to the platform, I want to
speak with you."
He sauntered away in the direction
indicated, and presently Peterkin loung-
ed along.
"When you gave my message to the
driver, Peterkin," said the doctor grave-
ly, "did any one else hear you? Think;
Peterkin looked down at his boots and
up at the sky, and then he said, slowly :
"Vy, so helb me gracious ! I vend
right straighd in mid de dable, ant delcl
dot tam fool so effery poty coot hear.
Dit you Jinks I vorgat him?"
"No," replied the doctor, smiling
slightly, "Did—Mr. Brady hear you,
Peterkin?"
Peterkin reflected. "Yeas," he said.
"Ireggollecd, peoauseIsaid id just pefore
Mishter Prady god up undlefd de dables,
and I said he had lost his abbedido. Ho,
ho, ho !"
"Just after you. told Marks, heleft the
table, did he ? Well, it's all right, Peter -
kin."
"Yah ! id's all righd !" then in a lower
tone still, "Loog here, to you lige Mish-
ter Prady:"
"Do you, Peterkin?" retorted the doc-
tor, somewhat taken aback by the in-
quiry.
"Nix ! I ton'd. Und, long li°ro, he'sh
a pad man, ton'd you be r uu,links to do
vid him," and before rhea looter could
frame a reply, Peterkin waddled away,
and never came near him again during
the entire journey.
"Good heavens," muttered the doctor,
that'- just what Jell n -I mean that rascal-
ly detective said. What can Peterkin
know about Brady ?"
But Peterkin gave him no chance to
ask that question; neither did Brady ap-
pear over anxious to converse;: and. so
they hurried on toward the city, the
doctor busy with his own thoughts,
Bratty wrapped in a cloud of smoke, and
Peterkin smoking and jabbering with
every one who would talk or listen.
"Have a carriage, sir?" said a slouch-
ing looking fellow appearing at Brady's
elbow, as soon as his feet land touched
the platform of the depot. ''Carriage to
any, part of the city, sir." But Mr.
Brady turned impatiently away, and
seemed to be looking for some one in the
crowd.
"Going my way ?" asked Dr. Austin,
affably, coming to the side of the Eng-
lishman,
"Welt—no, doctor—I'in looking for a
friend to meet me," replied Brady, still
gazing about him.
"Carriage, sir," said the slot thing
man, pressing up to the doctor's side; but
Doctor Austin grasp: d his little valis
firmly and hurried on. As he walked
quickly away Mr. Brady seemed to have
abandoned all hope of finding his friend,
for he set his face in the same direction,
and followed in the wake of the docks..
"Carriage, sir," said the slouching man
to Peterkin, who now came shuffling
along not far behind. Brady. "Carriage
to any part of the city, sir." Bat Peter -
kin trudged along and never heeded him.
Dr. Austin was the first to emerge
from the. depot. He looked up and down
at the waiting hacks and brawling hack
men. for a moment, and then motioned to
one of the men, whispered an address in
his ear and entered the vehicle. Before
the driver could mount his box Mr.
Brady stepped out from a sheltering
doorway, and, seizing the arm of a second
driver, pointed to the first :
"Do you see that man? Follow him,
quick; don't lose sight of that carriage
an instant," he said, and springing into
the carriage closed the door behind him.
At the same moment the slovenly roan,
who had clambered upon his box minus a
faro, stooped to gather up his reins.
•'Sthop till I gid in," cried a voice be-
side him. And, looking down,
the man
beheld. Peterkin, gesticulating strangely.
"Loog hero," said Peterkin. "To you
see dat hack? Follow it like tam." And
Peterkin pointed to the hack containing
Mr. Brady, and then sprang within this
one, so line(remoniously chartered by
himself.
Away rolled the carriage containing
Dr. Austin. Away rolled the second and
pursuing carriage containing Mx. Jason
Bradwardine. And away rolled the third
carriage, driven by Rob Jocelyn, who sat
whistling upon the box, all unconscious
that his passenger was the man of all
others whom he desired to see, Francis
Ferrars, the English detective.
enalsr.JIR XXXI.—IN THE GRERN BOUDOIR.
Neil Bathurst had been baffled at the
outset in his search for Lenore. • From
the moment when she had passed out
from the grounds of the asylum not a
trace of her could he find. He felt almost
inclined to accept the statement of the
insane girl that she had flown "up, up,
up," as truth. All the street car con-
ductors had been interviewed, but no one
could remember having carried a pas-
senger answering to the description of
Lenore. The man who had carried Le-
nore, being the most obtuse of his kind,
never once connected the handsome,
well-dressed girl, described bv the de-
tective, with the passenger he had men-
tally set down as a "dowdy school girl,"
for each man sees with his own eyes, and
ever will. And so the first and only cine
to Lenore's whereabouts was hopelessly
lost. But the detective was far from be-
ing discouraged. One thing, was now
certain, Lenore Armyn was in the city
somewhere, and—she would not be apt to
escape from the city.He had promptly sum-
moned Rob Jocelyn to his assistance, and
they had set themselves the task of cut-
ting off the retreat of.Lenore ; if she pre-
sented herself at any depot, if she at-
temptedto leave, the city by any of the
public thoroughfares, her arrest was
eters
tan. And now, having made sure that
she was within their ole, they began
a
n
the narrowing process, a systematic
search of the city must sooner or later
unearth their game; Having decided
upon this course of action, they com-
menced their work vigorously.
Neil Bathurst had written the doctor,
knowing that he would immediately be
notified by Dr. Burton. He knew that
now Lenore must rely upon her own re-
sources. Dr. Austin was as ignorant of
her whereabouts as was Bathurst him-
self, But he, Neil, did not doubt but
that the doctor would come immediately
to the city, and he felt equally sure that
Jason Bradwardine would follow him as
fast as possible. So Rob Jocelyn station-
ed himself on the lookout, with what re-
sult we have seen in the last chapter.
Dr. Austin had driven straight to the
asylum, followed, of course, by the other
two carriages, and, as he had dismissed'
his carriage there and entered, valise in
hand, Bradwardine had very sensibly
concluded that he would not be found at
the Sherman, and then had ordered his
driver to take hini to his Wabash avenue
boarding-house, whither he was elosely
followed by Rob and his eccentric fare.
When Peterkin had seen his game
safely within the walls of his boarding-
house, he had ordered Rob to drive him
to the nearest German hotel, and this
Rob did at once, wondering much what
this "old Dutchman" could have in com-
mon with the elegant. Jason Bradward
rue.
"It's a queer lay out," mused Rob, as
he drove his horse stableward.. "I shall
run around and look after little Dutchy
as soon as possible."
But when. Rob looked in at the "lager
beer house" the "little Dutehy," with
his pack, had disappeared.
Of course Neil Batuurse was now sat-
isfied that Lenore Armyn had seen him,
and his thoughts naturally reverted to
his interview with Joss Warren and the
peculiarity of her manner when stating
that Lenore had seemed to desire not to
meet him.' At his earliest opportunity
he called upon the blonde widow, and a
few judicious
i i arguments convinced the
s
lady that it would be to her interest not
to attempt throwing any more straws in
the way of Mr. Bathurst. She admitted
that Lenore had seen him, and described
the occasion. Neil was notslow in mak-
ing another discovery, which, although
it was a side issue at present, was inter-
esting to him, namely, that Rob Jocelyn
and Kate Seaton, during the three months
of his absence, had become wonderfully
good friends. One day, during a call at
Mrs. Arteveldt's, Kate Seaton had put a
note iuto Neil's hand, saying :
"Here is a note, Mr. Bathurst, which
Miss Durand gave me last time she was
here, and r^o' :bed me to give it to you."
Neil :so >; ' t n note from her hand, feel-
ir,g a little s :prised, andhe said care-
lessly t
"So :YI-se Durand and yourself are on
vt ry gore! t,ems, Miss Seaton ?"
I ! ti --No. .Not exactly, Mr. Bath-
lir et ; b. i -e Durand is a "great favorite
with .Mrs. Arteveldt ; she calls here very
often to see her."
N it said no more, but he made this
r oi,tal comment:
' ''dies S. aton and Miss Durand do not
apl•reve of each other."
Mies Durand's note was brief; it con-
tained Miss Durand's compliments and a
request that Mr. Bathurst would call on
her at his earliest convenience. The note
was written on the daintiest of perfumed
paper, and Neil thought that the hand-
writing was characterless and insipid in
the extreme. Neil was a believer in the
individuality of penmanship. The day
following the receipt of this note the
young detective turned his steps in the
direction of the Durand mansion.
"It's just as I expected," he muttered
to himself, as he ascended the steps.
"This Arteveldt affair has published me;
now every one here will know me for the
detective who tried atDurand's burglary
case,"
He. entered the house and was about to
send his name up to Miss Durand when
Mx. Durand, the host, came down the
stairs and extended to him a warm wel-
come.
° "Nonsense; he should not go up to
Miss Aura's boudoir until he had chatted
with him ; Miss Aura could wait a little;
he must come in and see Mrs. Durand,
She was quite an invalid at present;
nothing serious, of course, but a little
company now and then cheered her."
There was no help for it. Neil was
ushered into the presence of Mrs. Durand
before he could frame an excuse. He
was startled at the change in her. She
was at best a fussy, nervous body, given
to indulging in harmless maladies, but
now she looked really ill.
Mrs. Durand belonged to that class of
women who are given to regaling their
friends with a detailed account of their
symptoms and sufferings, and she found
Neil Bathurst an attentive listener. He
even asked one or two questions, and
when he arose to leave the invalid's
room his face seemed a shade graver than
when ho had entered it. When they
were safely out of hearing of the invalid
Neil turned. to Mr. Durand and said in a
low tone
"Mr. Durand, I must request a private
interview with you as soon as I can find
time for it. I and working night and day
now. But there is a matter that must be
put t.efore you at the earliest possible
moment. I called to -day, by appoint-
ment with Miss Durand. I will not come
here to see you, but I beg " f you, when I
send for you, meot me promptly and with-
out fail."
Without stopping for a reply, he sig-
nalled to the waiting servant, and re-
quested to be shown to Miss Durand's
presence. -
Daintiest of beauties was Aura Dur-
and, as she arose to receive him; and
Neil Bathurst could not repress an ad-
miring glance as he looked upon her.
Howlovely she was, and how wonderful-
ly well the green magnificence of the
room harmonized with that loveliness.
Her reception of the detective was as
cordial as it was charming; and they
chatted very .pleasantly; first about the
lady herself, and her health, then about
Neil; and how cunningly Miss Durand
had surmised that he was the detective
who had tried to find a clue to "Poor
papa's stolen money," then about the
Arteveldt tragedy ; and while they were
upon this subject, Aura said:
"To tell the truth, Mr. Bathurst,. it
was, in part, to hear you talk of this,
that I took the liberty of asking you to
call on me. Poor Clarence and I were
very good friends, you. know. Poor fel-
low ; his love affairs have been most un-
fortunate."
"His love affairs! Am I to infer that
there were other affairs? I had heard
that he was once most devoted to yogi,
Miss Durand ; did you treat hire so
cruelly ?"
Her eyes' dilated, and just for one
in-
sCant her face aled then sheons answered
with a rippling little laugh:
"What an absurd report l Excuse me,
Mr. Bathurst, but how our deeds of
friendship will be misinterpreted; I will
confide this mucli in you; .I was aware
of a love affair of Mr, Arteveidt's, one
that would have displeased his mother
very mueh, had she known it, Poor
Clarence used to confide in me some-
times, and the young lady was, after a
fashion, my friend I was sorry that 1
had to know anything of the affair, so
many people insisted upon mistaking nue
for the principal figure. But 1 could not
avoid. it under the circumstances."
i'Am I to understand, Miss Durand,
that your friend, or companion, Miss:
Annin, was the objeet of Mr, Arteveldt's
affections at one time?"
"You are to understand nothing," Dried
Miss Durand, with a pretty pout, "See,
now, what a blunderer I am ! I never
intended to tell you the identity of the
lady."
"Well, you did not mention the name
of Miss Annin."
Aura became suddenly grave.. She
leaned toward the detective and said,
half beseechingly, "Mr. Bathurst, let as
not talk of Miss Annin, She is not with
me now, I had to give her up, and I did
like her so much." ,
On the detective's side, at least, there,
had been an undercurrent to all blies con-
versation, and he now aslled almost'
abruptly ;
"Are you and Miss Annin divided in
friendship ?"
"No," said Miss Durand mournfully,
want to be poor Nina's friend. But-
I could not keep her in this house after—
Mr. Bathurst I will trust you thus far,
poor Nina had an insensate longing for
dress and jewels. I could bear my own
losses, but not to see others losers."
A strange look carie into the face 'of
Neil Bathurst.
"Do you know whore Mise Annin lives
now?" he asked.
"Yes—she lives with a Mrs. Rogers, an
aunt, I believe."
"Do you know Mrs. Rogers?"
"I? Mercy no .
"Miss Durand," said the detective after
a moment's silence, "please be frank with
me. Have you any of Miss 'Annin'shand-
writing in your possession?"
Again that startled look in the eyes of
Aura Durand.
"I—must have, of course, somewhere.
Why?"
"May I ask yon to give me something,
anything, in her handwriting?"
The girl considered for a moment.
"I don't just know where to put my
hand on her writing just now, Mr. Bath-
urst, but I will search for something
written by her, and you shall have it."
"Thanks, May I call for it some even-
ing soon?" -
7c
e
I shall be glad to have you do. You
are always welcome, Mr. Bahurst."
"Then—I may come oftener."
She smiled at this, but made no reply.
At this moment the footman entered the
room, saying : "Miss Annin is here, Miss
Durand. She says she must see you."
A strange look came into the Moe of
Miss Durand,
"Tell her I am not at home," she said,
quite sternly.
"Yes, miss," The footman turned,
and there in the doorway stood Miss
Armin.
"I felt so much at home that I came
right up, Aura," she said, entering the
room with perfect composure. "013, Mr.
Bathurst! I did not bnow that you were
here. I am really glad to see you. I am
afraid that I intrude," at the same time
seating herself nonchaiently,
"Not in the least," replied the detect-
ive, arising. "I was just taking my
leave. Miss Annin, when we meet again
I hope it won't be to part so soon."
Then he said adieu to Aura Durand,
who had not addressed one word to Miss
Annin, and followed the servant from
the room. At the head of the stairs he
halted suddenly.
"I have dropped my glove," he said,
and before the servant could perform the
office stepped back to the door of the
green boudoir. The glove lay on the
very threshold, and as he stooped to re-
cover it he naught these words:
"What do you want now?" It was
Miss Durand's voice with all the coo and
softness gone out of it.
"One thousand dollars," replied the
cool voice of Miss Annin.
"What! More money?"
The detectivelifted his head and came
away, the glove in his hand and a peon -
liar smile about his mouth.
Half an hour later he burst into the
presence of Rob Jocelyn. with these en-
igmatical words uponhis lips : "The next
time my imagination runs off into a
nightmare I won't throw cold water on
her.' I'll run after wt h a]1 the legs I
possess,"
Then he closed his mouth and utterly
refused to open it again on the subject.
Bat later Bob might have heard him
muttering as if to some invisible eh armer:
"My dear, wait a lit ! I'll teach you.
to try to outwit a detective."
CHAPTER XXXIL—TFIRAE SHADOWS.
For nearly a week Lenore, in the char-
acter of the "Ball-tosser's daughter,"
bad been domiciled at. Mrs. Horne's, and
the very strangeness of her quarters gave
her a sense of security. Mrs. Horne was
a fortune teller, a reader of the planets,
and was altogether a remarkable woman,
She was a large, fine-looking person,
and her manners and conversation were
refined to the last degree. She made a
fair living by reading the stars for the
benefit of the credulous ones, and made
merry at their expense when in thebosom
of her family. Between Mrs. Horne and
Mrs. Harris there existed an affinity
which Lenore recognized, but could not
comprehend.
Two very pleasant rooms in the retired
portion of Mrs. Horne's house had been
placed at Lenore's disposal, and here
Mrs. Harris came every day, and twice a
day, to ''show her the steps," and after-
wards regale her ears with wonderful
tales of stage successes, all tending in
one direction.
Mrs. Harris had dreamed a dream; she
had fancied' herself able to win Lenore's
consent to allow her to act as her guar-
dian and agent; she knew that the
beauty,race and intelligence of the
girl would quickly make for her a promi-
nent posits= among the best of the pro-
foasion,which, as she averred was
'imaking all the money inthe business."
Lenore was to become a vocalist and
a dancer; she was to sign an agreement
giving Mrs, Maris full control over her
for a year, at least, and that lady was•to
reap a golden harvest, traveling com-
fortably with Lenore, drawingher salary
and pocketing the lion's share. This
was the dream of Mrs. Harris, and to
this end all her arguments tended.
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Do Yoe Know that you should not permit any medicine to be given your child
unless you or your physician know of what it is composed 1'
Do Ton Know that Castoria, is a purely vegetable preparation, and that a List of
its ingredients is published with every bottle ?
Do You Know that Castoriais the prescription of the famous Dr, Samuel Pitcher,
That it has been in use for nearly thirty years, and that more Castoria is now sold than
of all other remedies for children combined f
Do on Know that the Patent Office Department of the United States, and of
other countries, have issued exclusive right to Dr. Pitcher and his assigns to use the word
"easterly." and its formula, and that to imitate them is a state prison offense 1
Do You Know that one: of the reasons for granting this government protectionwas
because Castoria had been proven to be absolutely harmless?
no Yon Know that 35 average doses of Castoria are furnished for 35
cents, or one cent a dose ?
Do You Know that when possessed of this perfect preparation, your children may
be kept well, and that you may have unbroken rest ?
Wells these things are worth knowing. They are facts.
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