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The Wingham Times, 1914-10-15, Page 7October isth, 1914 THE WINGHAM TIMES ILUhel SECRETil LONESOME !COVE ; 1.0 jBy Samuel IlopkinstAdams ..•...Q.,...1. . 41,..W*ROYA.A,W..,w9RZEW4NRATER531.12406.112416 • .musi • • ?I 4 Copyright 1912 by the Bobbs-MerriljCornpa.nY "Wbatabinit your TOlti' boreepowea • kick? You don't practice that for • drawing room exhibitions, I take it?" "Sometimes," confessed the seientist. "I have found myself at close quar• eters with persons of dubious charae • ter. The fact is, that an ingenlom . plot to get ricl of a very old friend. Dr Lucius Carter, the botanist. drew nu -into the criminal line, and since tber that phase of investigation has seemed fairly to obtrude itself on me, off cially and unofficially, Even up here where I hoped to enjoy a month's real —do you know," he said, breaking off "that you have a most interesting inset of ocean currents hereaboas?" 'Of course. Lonesome Cove. But . kindly finish that 'even up here.' I rec- • effect your saying that you were wilit- ing for me. Haven't traced any.scien- • tific crime to my door, have you?" "Let me forget my work for a little :while," pleaded his visitor, "and look . at yours." Sedgwick rose. "Come upstairs." he • said and led the way to the big, bare, bright studio, From the threshold Chester Kent de- • livered an opinion after one approving survey. "You really work, I see." "I really do. Where do yon see its -though?" "All over the place. No draperiee • or fripperies or fopperies of art here. The barer the room the more work • done in it." He walked over to a curious contri- vance resembling a small hand press, xamined it, surveyed the empty easel, against which were leaning face in a number of pictures all of a size and • turned half a dozen of them over, rang - fug them and stepping back for ex- . amination. ' "Good work," pronounced Kent • quietly. and in some subtle way the • commonplace words conveyed to their hearer the fact that the man who spoke • them knew. "It's the best there is in me at , least," said Sedgwick. Kent went slowly around the walls. Neenly examining, silently appraising. There were landscapes, genre bits, studies of the ocean in its various . moods, all the varied subjects handled ',with a deftness of truth and drawing and colored with a clear Softness quite • individual. "Have you found or founded a new. • system of coloring?" asked Kent as he moved among the little masterpieces. "No; don't tell me." He touched onci • of the surfaces delicately. "It's not • paint, and it's not pastel. Oh, 1 seel • They're all of one size, of course." Hie glanced at the heavy mechanism near the easel. "They're color prints." Sedgewick nodded. "Monotypes," Said he. "I paint on copper, make one Impress and then—phutt—a sponge. across the copper makes each one an original." "You certainly obtain your effects." "The printing seems to refine the color. For Instance, moonlight oil (white water, a thing I've never been able to approach either in straight oils • or water. See here." From behind a cloth he drew * -square and set It on the easel. "It's the first one I've given a name I call it 'The Rough Rider.'" A full moon, brilliant amid blown • Cloud rack, lighted up the vast proceS- • Mon of billows charging in upon a near Mist In the foreground a corpse, the face bent far up and back from the spar to which it was lashed, rode with 'Wild abandon headlong at the °Woolf- - Or on the crest of a roaring surge. The reSt was infinite clarity of distance :and desolation. The Rough Rider!" murmured eni; then, with a change of tone, '41Phen did you finish this picture?" • "Yesterday." SUFFERED FOR FOUR YEARS From Heart Trouble -and Nervous Prostration '01,!•,- - Mrs. Sohn Hewson, Caledonia, Ont., • ewrites:—"I feel it my duty to let you laiow of the great benefit your Milburn's Heart end Nerve Pills rid for me. I euffered for four years wish heart trouble and nervous prostration. I was so bad • that I could not go tipstaire without sitting down at the top before I could go to my room. 1 coulda!t sleep nor lie ou. my left side, for it would. seem es theugh my heart would stop. 1 •Lhought tine had coeie. I was doctoring witli. the doctor, but didn't get any benefit. I was ielvised to take Milburn' Heart and Nerve P111,, eo I got two boxes, and after I heti taecn oec box I began to feel Letter, and after I hf?..d taken taro I coeld go tie as I clown tairs with - 'out resting, eo. I toJ• . eIght, boxes, and 1 aniexijoyieg eteel II-sett:1 again. toreador it a Godsend to have your pills in the leettre." Milbneees 11,2:la end Nerve Pitl are BO cente ter box or te boxes for $1.25 at all dealer.; or mailel direct on, receipt of price by The T. Milburn Co., Limited, Toronto. Ont. uiiwovtd T wick's R was afforested. but lie replied: "No. Where was It found?" "Lonesome Cove. Woman. Dressed i swell. Washed up ou 4 grating last I he SEM Complamt of Infanis night or this morning." ' "It's curious how they all come in IS CHOLERA INFANTUPA here, isn't It?" said the artist to Kent. "This is the third this summer." "And it's a corkerinor said the boy. "Sheriff's on the case, Body was all Chained up, they sae." • "I'm sure they need you at the office; to help circulate the news, my son," said Kent. "And I'll bet yet; this quarter, payable in advance, that you can't get back in half an hour on your wheel." With a grin the boy took the coin. "I got yer," he said and was off. I CHAPTER. III. A Strange Meeting. ND aow, SedgwIck," said Kent decisively, "if I'm to help you suppose you tell me all that yoa know about the woman who called on you last evening?" "Last evening? Ali, that wasn't the girl of the picture! It's an intermina- ble six days since I've seen her." "No; 1 know it wasn't she, haiing seen your picture, and since then your "It's the first one I've given a name to. I call it 'The Rough Rider."' _ - — "H -m! Has any one else seen it?" "That old fraud of a plumber, Elder Dennott, saw me working on It yes- terday when lie was dAkag some re. pairing here and remarked that it gave him the creeps." "Dennett? Well, then, that's NI Mei said Kent, ae if speaking to himself. "There's a streak of superstition in all these New. Englanders. He'd be sure to interpret it as a confession before the fact. However, Elder Dennett left this morning for a trip to Cadystown. That's so much to the good." "He may have left for a trip to Eladestown for all 1 care," stated Sedg- wick with conviction. "What's it all about anyway?" "I'll tell you as soon as I've mulled It over a little. Just let me cool my mind down with some mord of your pictures." He turned to the wall, bor- der again and faced another -picture out. "What's this? You seem to be something of a dab in black and white "Oh, that's an imaginary face," said Sedgwick carelessly. "Imaginary face studied from va- rious angles," commented Kent. "It's a very lovely face and the most wist- ful I've ever seen. A fairy prlsoned on earth by cockcrow might wear some such expression of startled wondering purity, I cancy." "Poetry as well as mystery! Kent, you grow and expand on acquaint- ance." "There is poetry in your study ot that imaginary fay. Imaginary! Um hum!" contiued Kent dryly as he stooped to the floor. "I suppose this Is an imaginary hairpin too." "14.Iy Chinaman"— began Sedgwick quickly, when the other caught him up: "Don't be uneasy. I'm not going to commit the foolishness of asking who she is:" "If you did I give you my word of honer I couldn't tell you. I only wish I knewl" There was silence between them fox a moment, then the painter broke out with the air of one who takes a resolu. tion: "See here, Kent! You're a sort of de tective, aren't you?" "I've been called so." "And you like my picture of 'The Rough Rider?'" "Five hundred dollars' worth." "You 'can have that and any othez picture in my studio except this one," he indfeated the canvas with the face, "If you'll find out for me who she is." "That might be done. We shall see. But frankly, Sedgwick, there'S a Mat- ter of more importance"— "Importance? GOod heavens, man! There's nothing so important in this world!" "Oh, is it as bad tis that?" A heavy knock sounded from below, followed by the ChinaMan's voice in- termingled with boyish accents de- manding Sedgwick in the name of a telegraph company. "Send him up!" ordered Sedgwick, and the boy arrived, bet not before Nent had quietly removed "The Rough Rider" from ite place of exhibit. "Special from the village," announc- ed young Mercury. "Sign here." After the signature bad been duly set down and the signer had read the inessage with knit brows, the urchin lingered, big with news. "Say, heard about the body on the beach?" _ 'Cent turned Calidklq to see Solt: Many Children Die from this Trouble When They Couldl be Cured by the Use of Dt!, FOWLER'S EX- % :7AcT OF WILD STRAW:C.311W A remedy which, will quickly offset the vomiting, purging, and, tile profuse dIarrhoea, aceolnpaning 4 case of this nature. Mrs. George Henley, Boxgrove, Ont., writes:—`'‘I can rezommene Dr. Bowler'e Ieetract of Wild Stravvberry for Cholera Ird'antuni. My little girl was so sick I did not think she coied live, as we could not lift her up, for wheel we moved her, tier bowels would move. I gave her "Dr, Fowler's" and the first dose helped lier, and one bottle cured her. I recom- mended it to my sister whore child_ was sick, and it cured her also, Then again I have told other friends about it, and they have found that it is a grand medicine to have in the house ell the time." visitor of last night. The question is, There are many prept,r.7.1i!-ms on the Who was it?" market to -day, claiming to make the same cures as 'Dr. Fowler's" but tiles,- "Wait! How ota you know that a no -name, no-reputatioa, so called straw - woman came here last night?" berry compounds are nothim, more or "From common gossip." .ess than tank imitatione, and are liable "And where have you seen her to be a detriment to your ht.:4th. I, When you ask for ' Dr. owler's" be sure you. get it. D1 not ace,mt any other as these substLates may be da -t - g .trous. • See that our name i3 on the v-77.ppc.r. Price, 35 The T. Milburn Co., lemieed, , •Tororitc, Oe.t. since?" "On the beach at Lonesome Cope." "Lonesome Cove," repeated Sedg- wick mechanically; then with a star- tled glance, "Not the dead woman!" Kent nodded, watchln,g him closely. For a space of four heartbeats—one very slow and three very ou1ck7 there was silence between them. Kent wi••••••80.0. broke it. "Do you see now the wisdom of fore her death: f Wai sitting on my frankness?" wall when the woman came down the "You mean that 1 shell be accused road. I noticed her first when she of having a hand in her death?" stopped to look beck, and her absurd "Strongly suspected, at least." elegance of dress, expensive and ill ER - "On what basis?" ting, attractive my closer attention, "You are the last person known to She was carrying a bundle wrapped In have seen her alive." strong paper. It seemed to be heavy, "Surely that isn't enough?" for she shifted It from and to hand. ' When she came near I spoke to her"— "Not of itsel‘f, There's a brulee beet; of your right ear." involuntarily Sedgwioles hand went to the spot. ions to know. In fact, I think she "Who gave it tint?urd o y" psueKent ..yoo know it „II witiplut iny tomn„ used the word 'exact;' 'the exact time,' you:, stsag.wici:: „hill or she said." ee„. tm, „„ei„„ 111 „,y ort,. "Presumably she was on her way to Kees_1 gi ve you illy w„se „t• !weer. /In appointment, theu." "Very likely, When I told her she She came and went, but who she Is or seemed relieved, might even say relax - why she came or where she Went I ed. As if from tbe strain of nervous have no more idea than you have—per- haste, you know." haps not nearly so much." I IC Good! And then?" "There you are wrong. Pin depend. a i She thanked me and asked if I were Ing on you to tell me about her." Mr. Sedgwick. I answered that I was "Not if my life hung on it. And and suggested that she make good by how could her being found drowned. on completing the ietroduction." the beach be connected with me?" "She wasn't a woman of your own "I didn't say that she was found class, then?" drowned on the beacb." Sedgwick looked puzzled. "Well, no. "You did—no; pardon me; it was the messenger boy. But you said that her I thought not then or I shouldn't have body was found in Lonesome Cove." been so free and easy with her. For one thing, she was painted badly, and "That is quite a different matter. "She wasn't drowned?" the perspiration, running down her "I should be very much surprised forehead, had made her a sight. Yet If the autopsy showed any water Ielon't know. Her voice was that of a in the lungs." cultivated person. Her manner wah awkward and her dress weird for that "But the boy said that the body was lashed to a grating, and there were time of day, and for all that she car - chains on it—is that true?" ried herself like a person accustomed "Items lashed to a grating and man - to some degree of consideration. That acled." I felt quite plainly. I felt, too, some - "Manacled? What a ghastly mys- thing uncanny about her. Her eyes tery!" Sedgwick dropped his chin in alone vrould have produced that mm - meditation. "If she wasn't drowned pressionThey were peculiarly rest - then she was murdered and thrown !esp. and brilliant." overboard from a boat—is that it?" "Insane?* questihned Kent. Chester Kent smiled inscrutably. "Not wholly sane, certainly. But it "Suppose you let me do the question- might have been drugs. That suggest- ing a while. You can give no clew ed. itself to we.." whatsoever to the identity of your yes- terday's visitor?" There was the slightest possible hes- itation before the artist replied, "None at all." "If I find it difficult to believe that what will the villagers think of it when Bider Dennett returns from Ca- dystown and tells his story, as he Is sure to do?" "You spoke to her first?" "Well, we spoke simultaneously, She asked me the time. She seemed anx- • "Does Dennett know the woman?" "No; but it isn't his fault that he doesn't He did his best in the inter- viewing line when he met her on her way to your place." "She wasn't on her way to my place," objected Sedgwick. "Dennett got the notion that she -was. He hid behind a bush and watched." "Did he overhear our conversation?" "He was too far away. He saw the attack pn you. Now, just fit together these significant bits of fact. The body of a woman, dead by violence, is found on the beach not far frons here. The last person, as far as is known, to have seen her alive is yourself. She called on you, and there was a collo- quy, apparently vehement, between you, culmihating in the assault Upon you. She hurried away. One might well guess that later you followed her to her death." "I did follow her," said Sedgwick in a low tone. "For what purpose?" "To find out who she was." "Which you didn't succeed In doing?" "She was too clutch for use. The blow of the rock had Made me giddy, and she got away among the thickets." "That's a pity. Ono more point of suspicion. Derinott, you say, saw your picture, 'The Rough Rider.' He will tell every one about it, you May be Sure." "What Of it?" "The strange coincidence of the sub - led and the apparent manner of the unknown's (teeth." "Pedele Will hardly suspeet that 1 killed her and Set her adrift for a model, I SupPose," said the artist bit- terly, "particularly as Dennett can tell them tht.tAbe..plctured be- ,112,1141014TVISWItnt COMBINATION Publishers, Advertisers and Manufacturers Unite By HOLLAND. IN union there is strength. 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She asked what point of the head- land gave the hest view. 'Anywhere from the first else on Is good,' 1 said. 'It depends on what you wish to see.' ')fy ehip voming ine she said. 'It will be it fair view, then.' I told her. "rills is It const of guardian rPtiffi.' differeece?' she si 11, 11 nil then gave mr annther surprise, for She (meted: 'end. tem:eh thy soul sail leagues and teallt1C.A I'VV,01(1. 51111 .0 .1;1IeN tu.vo:t(1 t11080 leagues thore in ?,i•vre t's littorest log," rem:trice(' Kent. fensIle waSfarere aren't given re trio' tel. 1-1,0 11011,4, or mra., •" '""11"1 ^'1111^" 10 visiting this part -1 ter. ..) 1.4 IlliNV('N't'V. tllVc WILS no ship. I looked for myself when I was trylug to find the woman tater. What are you smiling at?" "Nothing. I'm sorry I interrupted." "She walked away from um a few paces, but turned and came back at once." "'1 follow my star,' she said, point- ing to a planet that shone low over the see. 'Therein lies the only true hap- piness—to dare and to follow. Remem- ber this meetiug,' She said in a tone of solemn command, `for it may mark an epoch in your life. Some day In the future I may send for you and re- call today to your mind by what I have just said, In that day you will know the hidden things that are clear only to the cliosen minds. Perhaps you will be the last persen but one to see me as I now am.'" Kent pulled nervously at the lobe of his ear. "Is It possible that she fore- saw her death?" he murmured. "It would look so, in the light of what has happened, wouldn't it? Yet there was an uncanny air of joyous- ness about her too." "I don't like it," announced Kent. "I do not like it!" By which he meant that he did not understand it. What Chester Kent does not understand, Chester Kent re- sents. "Love affair, perhaps," suggested the artist. "A woman in love will take any risk of death. However," be add- ed, rubbing his bruised head reminis- cently, "she had a very practical bent for a romantic person. After her mys- terious prophecy she started on. I called to her to come back or I would fellow and make her explain herself." "As to what?" "Everything—her being there, her ac- tions, her—her apparel, the jewelry, you know, and all that." "You've said nothing about jewelry." "Haven't I? Well, when she turn - "Just a moment. Was it the jewel- ry that you were going to speak of when you first accosted her?" "Yes, it was. Some of it was very valuable, I judge. Wasn't it found on the body?" , "Not? Robbery, then, probably. Well, she came back at a stride. Her eyes were alive with anger. There came a torrent of words from ber— strong words, too. Nothing of the well bred woman left there. I insisted on knowing who she was. Before I could guard myself she had caught up a rock from the road and let me have it. I went over like a tenpin. When I got up she was well along toward the cliffs, and I never did find her trail In that maze of copses and thickets." "Show me your relative positions when she attacked you." The artist placed Kent and moved off five paces. "About like that," he said. "Did she throw overhand or under- hand?" "It was so quick I hardly know. But I should say a short overhand snap. It came hard enough." "I do not like it at all," said Kent again. "You say that no jewels werc found on the body. Was there any other mark of identification?" "If there was the sheriff got away with it before I saw it." "How can you be sure, then, that the dead woman was my visitor?" "Dennett mentioned a necklace. On the crushed flesh of the dead woman's neck there is the plain impress or a jewel setting. Now, come, SedgNvIck, The Artist Placed Kent and Moved Off Five Paces. if I'm to help you in this you must help me. Had you ever seen that neck- lace before?"' 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The Children's Panacea—The Mother's Friend. GENUINE CAST•RLA ALWAYS Bears the Signature of in Be For Over 30 Years The Kind You Have Always Bought ffEsre7S'"'",r-re-^• ' • THE CENTAUR COMPANY, NEW YORK CITY., e sat "011 the neck of the girl of my pic- ture." Kent's fingers went to his ear, pull- ing at the lobe until that unoffending pendant stretched like rubber. "You're sure?" he naked. 1 "There couldn't be any mistake. The stones were matched rose topazes. You mightn't find another like it in the whole country." Kent whistled, soft and long. "I'm afraid,. tny boy," he said at length, "I'm very much afraid that you'll have to tell rue the whole story of the ro- mance of the pictured face, and thia time without reservation." That's whet I've been guarding. sgainst," retorted the other, "It isu't a thing that I can tell, man to roan. Don't you understand? Or," he added savagely, "do you misunderstand?" "No, I don't misunderstand," answer- ed Kent very gently, "I know there are things that can't be spoken not because they are shameful, but be- cause they are sacred. Yet I've got to know about her. Here; I have it. When I'm gone sit down and write it out for me, simply and fully, and send It to my hotel as soon as it is done. You can do that, can't you?" . "Yes, I can do tbat," decided Sedg- wick after some consideration. 1 , I CHAPTER IV. I My Lady of Mystery. Being a single autobiographical chapter front the life of Francis Sedgtoick, with editorial continent by Professor Ohester , Kent. ' DOAR Kent—Here goes! I met her first on June 22 at 3 o'clock in the afternoon. ' Some won- derful cloud effects afterfl bard rain liad brought me out into the open. I hed pitehod my easel in the hollow on the Martindale road so as to get that clump of pine agdinst the sky. There I sat woridng away with a will, when I heard the drumming of hoofs, anti a horse wilh a girl in the saddle ea ore w Rizzi ng round the turn almost mem Inc. Just there the rain had made r•., puddle of thick, sticky mud, the mud pie variety, As the horse wait by at full gallop a fine, fat mud pie rose, soared through the air and land- ed In the middle of my painting. I fairly yelped. To get it all off was hopeless. How- ever, I went at it end was cursing over the job when the rider came back. "I heard you cry out," said a voice, very full and low. "Did I hurt you? I hope not." "No," I said without looking up: "Small thanks to you that you didn't!" My tone silenced her for a moment. Somehow, though, I got the feeling that she was amused more than abashed at leis resentment. And her voice was Auspiciously meek when she presently spoke again. "You're au artist, aren't you?" "No," I said, busily scraping away at Iny eopperplate. "I'm an archeolo- gist eogaged in exhuming an ancient ruin from a square mile of mud." She laughed, but in a moment be- en tne gra?c lignite "I'm so sorry!" she eald, "I knee, I shouldn't come plunging around turns In that reekless way. May 1-1 •should like to—bey your picture?" "You may not," I replied. "That Isn't quite fair, is it?" she asked. "If I have done &map I should be 'allowed to repeir It" "Repair?" sold 1. "Flew do you pro- pose to do it? I suppose ;net you think n picture that tan be bought for a Mtn. died dollar bill can be I.:tinted with a hundred dollar bill." "No; Pin not altogether a Phills. tine," she said, and 1 looked Op at her foe the first thne. Mr face—. (Elision and comment by Kent: I know her face from the sketches. Why could ht. Dot have detiertheA the, hortie? now. ever, there's one point eleari She is a woman of means.) She said: "I don't wonder you're cross. And I'm truly sorry. Is it quite ruined?" At that I recovered some decency oC manner. "Forgive n hermit," I said, "who doesn't see enough people to keep him civilized. The daub doesn't matter." She leaned over from the saddle to examine the picture. "Oh, but it isn't a daub!" she protested. "I-1 know a little about pictures. It's very inter- esting and curious. But why do you paint It on copper?" I explained. "Ohr she said. "I should so like to see your printer "Nothing easier," sale I. "My shack is just over the hill." "And there is a Mrs."— her eyes suggested that I all the blank, "Sedgwick?" I eniehed. "No. There Is no one but my aged and Iffghly re- spectable Chinaman to play propriety. But in the case of a studio the conven- tions are not so rigid but that one may look at pictures unchaperonetle7- "I'm afraid it wouldn't de," she an- swered, smiling. "No, I'll have to wait until"— A shadow passed over her face. "I'm afraid I'll have to give. it up." Chance settled tbat point„ then end there. As she finished, she was in my arms. 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