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1.0 By Samuel Hopkins Adams ft
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Ube SECRET of
(Comment By C. it, El -ere follows
more talk, showing how young people
imperceptibly and unconsciously ee-
ment an acquainta rice, but not one
word upon the Val point of how far
rthe home seemed to have come,
'Whether he was ridden out or fresh,
etc.)
At the bungalow I called Ching. and
,we set out with a supply of salt King
Cole (Comment by (1. K.: Probably a
dead black horse) was coy fey a titne
before he succumbed to temptation.
On my return I found nry visitor ie
the studio. She had said that She
'knew a little about pictures. She
•knew more than a little -a good deal,
kin fact -and talked most intelligently
-about them. I don't say this simply
• because she tried before she went to
buy sotne of mine. When I declined
to sell she seemed put out.
"But surely these prints of yours
. aren't the work of an amateur?" she
-said. "You sell?"
"Oh, yes, 1 sell -when I can But I
don't sell without a good bit of bar -
„gaining, particularly when I suspect
my purchaser of wishing to make
. amends by a purchase.”
"It isn't that at all," she said earn-
.estly. "I want the pictures for them-
selves."
"Call this a preliminary, then, and
k come back when you have more lime."
' She shook her head, and there was
.a shadow over the brightness of her
- face. "I'm afraid not," she said.
"But I have enjoyed talking again
with some one who knows and loves
•the best in art. After all," she added
with a note of determination, almost
k of defiance, "there is no reason why I
shouldn't some time." .
"Then I may look for you again?" I
: asked.
She nodded as she moved out across
the -porch. "If you'll promise to sell
me any print I may cboose. GoodbY,
and thank you so much, Mr. Sedg-
111111Qvick!"
• She held out her hand. It was a
eband for sculptor to model, as beauti-
•ful and full of character as her face.
.-(Comment by C. K.: Bosh!) After-
-ward I remembered that never again
In our friendship did 1 see it nngloved.
'(Comment by C. K.; "Bosh" retracted.
Same observation that!)
"Au revoir, then," I sald. "But you
,bave the advantage of me, you see. /
.don't know what to call you at all."
She hesitated, then, with a little soft
. quiver of her eyelids, which I after-
ward learned to identify as an evi-
dence of amusement, said: "Daw is a
.nice name, don't you think?" (Com.
1nent by C. K.: False name, of course,
;but highly probable first name is Mar.
jorie.) "By the way, what time is nr,
"Quarter to 5, Miss Davy."
She smiled at the name. "King Cole
-Will have to do his best if I am to be
elm& for dinner. Goodby." (Comment
by C. K.: Good! The place where she
IS staying is a good way off, assuming
41 7:80 dinner hour. Say twelve to fif-
teen miles.)
That was the first of many visits. ot
.days that grew in radiance for me. It
-isn't necessary for me to tell you, Kent,
bow in dur talks I came to divine in
.her a spirit as wistful and pure as her
lace. You do not want a love story
• from me, yet that is what it was for
me almost from the first; not openly,
.though. There . was that about her
Which held me at arms' length -the
mystery of her, her quickly given trust
in me, a certain stralted look that
Came into her face, like the startled
. attention of a wild thing poised for
)11416,4,h° t, whenever I touched upon the
Vbrsonid note. Not that I ever ques-
. tioned her.
'After her first Visit she did not ride
•• On horde.. bncamg across Iota. Mad
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through the side hedge, swinging down
the hillside yonder eyith her light dip-
ping stride that always recalled to me
the swoop of a swallow, her gloved
hands usually holding a slender stick.
Ail those sketches that you saw were
but studies for a more serious attempt
to catch and fix her personality. (Com-
ment by C. K.: Couldn't he have given
am in two words her height and ap-
proximate weight?) I did it in pastel,
end if I missed something of her ten-
aer and changeful, coloring I at least
:aught the ineffable wistfulness of her
expression -the look of one hoping
against hope for an unconfessed hap-
piness. Probably I had put more of
myself into it than I had meant. A
man is likely to when he paints with
his heart as well as his brain and
hand. When it was done I made a
little frame for it and lettered on the
frame this line:
"And her eyes dreamed against a
iistant goal."
It was the next day that she read
the line. I saw the color die from her
face and flood back again.
"Why did Ion set that line there?"
she breathed, her eyes fixed on me
with a strange expression. (Comment
by C. IL: Rossetti again. The dead
woman of e beach quoted The
House of Life" also.)
"Why not?" I asked. "It seems to
express something in you which I have
tried to embody in the picture. Don't
you like it?"
She repeated the line softly, making
pure music of it "I love it," she said.
At that I spoke as it is given to a
man to speak to one woman in the
world when he has found her. She
listened, with her eyes on the plc.
lured face. But when I said to her,
"You, who have all my heart, and
whose name, even, I have not -Is
there no word for me," she rose and
threw out her hands in a gesture that
sent a chill through me.
"Oh, no No!" she cried vehemently.
"Nothing -except goodby. Oh, why
lid you speak?"
I stood and watched her go. That
was five interminable days ago. I
have not seen her since. I feel it is
her will that I shall never see her
again. And 1 must! You understand,
Kent, you must find her!
I forgot to tell you that when I was
sketching her I asked if she could
bring something pink to wear, prefer-
ably coral. She came the next time
with a string of the most beautiful
rose topazes I have ever seen, set in a
most curious old gold design. It was
that necklace and none other that the
woman with the bundle Wore, half
concealed, when she came here.
Today -it is yesterday really, since
[am finishing this at 8 a. m. -the mes-
senger boy brought me a telegram. It
was from my love. It had been sent
from Boston and it read:
Destroy the picture for my sake. It tellei
too much of both of us.
The message was unsigned. I hare
• destroyed the picture. Help me!
F. S.
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An Inquiry.
sil M I running a Strangers' Rest
here?" Francis Sedgwick ask-
ed of himself 'when he emerg-
ed upon his porch the morn-
ing after Kent's; visit.
The occasion of this query was a
man stretched fiat on the lawn, with
his feet propped up comfortably againse
the stone wall. His white serge suit
was freshly pressed. A soft white hat
covered his eyes against the sun glare.
To put a point to this foppishness, a
narrow silken ribbon, also pure white,
depending from his lapel buttonhole,
suggested an eyeglass in his pocket.
Elle was a remarkable face, both in
contour and in coloring. From chin
to cheek, the skin was white, with a
tint of blue showing beneath, but the
central parts Of the face were bronzed.
The jaw was long, lean and bony.
The cheek bones were high, the mouth
was large, fine cut and firm, the nose
solid, set like a rock.
At the sound of a footstep" the man
pushed his bat downward, revealing a
knobby forehead and half closed eyes
In which there was a touch of. som-
berness, of brooding.
"Good morning," said the artist, and
then all brit recoiled from the. voice
that replied, so harsh and raucous it
was.
"You rise late," it saki.
"I hear your opinion on It," retorted
Sedgwick, a bit nettled. "Am 1 to In.
fer that yen have been waiting for
ree?"
"You wouldn't go fat• wrong."
l'And what can I do i�r '0u -before
yon leave?" said Sedgwick signifi-
eantly.
"Take a little Walk 'with Me present -
13,," said the men in another Voice,
bnIshing the hat lear of his face.
"Kent!" exclaimed the artist.
"Well, you appear surprised. What
kind of artist are you not to recognize
a balm stmiy becatnie he elates WI
beard and affecta. a false Velee.
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"Kant!" exclaimed the artist.
"Alreatill Do you know it's 10
o'clock? However, it's a good story.".
"Thatik you."
"As a story. As information, it
leaves out most of the important
points."
"Thank you again."
"You're welcome, Color, size and
trappings of the horse?"
"I didn't notice particularly. Black,
I think; yes, certainly black. Rather
a large horse. That's all I can tell
IP
"Humph! Color, size and trappings
of the rider?"
"Reddish brown hair with a gloss
like a butterfly's wing," said the artist,
with enthusiasm; "deep hazel eyes,
clear sun browned skin, tall -1 should
- say quite tall -but so-so feminine that
you wouldn't realize her tallness. She
was dressed in a light brown riding
costume, with a toque hat, very sim-
ple, tan gauntlets and tan boots -that
Is, the first time I saw her. The next
time" -
"Hold on; a dressmaker's catalogue
is no good to me! I couldn't remem-
ber it all. Was she in riding clothes
on any of her later visits?"
..No
"Any scars or marks?"
"Certainly not!"
"That's a pity, although you seem to
think otherwise. Age?"
- "We -ell, twenty perhaps."
"Add five. Say twenty-five."
"What for?" detnanded Sedgwiek in-
dignantly.
"I'm allowing for the discount of ro-
mance. Did you notice her boots?"
"Not particularly, except that she
was always spick and span from head
to foot"
"Humph! Was it pretty warm the
last week she called on you?"
"Piping!"
"Did she show it?"
"Never a pit. Always looked fresh
as a flower."
"Then, although she came far, she
didn't walk far to get here. There's a
road back of the hill yonder and a lit-
tle copse In an open field where a mo-
torcar has stood, I should say that
she had driven herself there and come
across the hill to you."
"Could we track the car?" asked
Sedgwick eagerlY.
"No farther than the main road.
What is the latest she ever left here
when she arrived afoot?" ,
"Once she stayed till .half past 6.
begged her to stay and dine, but she
_
drew into herself at the mere sugges-
tion."
"Half past 6. Allowing for a half
past 7 dinner and time to dress for it,
she would have perhaps twelve to fif-
teen miles to go in the car. The name
she gave is obviously not her own, not
even, I judge, her maiden name."
Sedgwick turned very white. "Do
you mean that she is a. married wo-
man?" he demanded.
"How could you have failed to see
it?" returned the other gently. "A
young girl of breeding and social ex-
perience would hardly have come to
your studio. A married woman might
xvho respected herself with full confl-
denee and knew with the same confi-
dence that you would respect her. And,
iny dear boy," added Kent, with his
quiet winning smile, "you are a man to
inspire confidence. Otherwise I my-
self Might have suspected yola of ba' -
Ing a hand in the death of the woman
on the !Math."
"Never mind the woman On the
beach. This other matter is more than
life or death. Is that flimsy supposi-
tion all you have to go on?"
"NO. Her travel. Her wide ac-
quaintance with men and events. /Her
'Obviotte poise, And, reverting to tan-
gible fact, as clinching evidence, there
are her gloves, which she always
wore."
"What about her gloves?"
"You never save her left hand, did
you?"
"Oh, I sec). You mean the Wedding
ring- Well, I sup/Mee," contineed
Sedgwick, with a tinge of contempt in
hit voke, "she could have taken oft
her ring as °redly as her gloves."
There was no anewering contempt
In Chester Kent's VOIce as he replied:
"But 1t ring, conetantiy worn end then
removed, leaves an unmistakable Mark,
What the totinectiOn between her sand
the corpse On the betteh may be is the
problem. My ittraediate business 10 to
disCover who the dead woncan Is."
"And mine," said Sedgwictr hearee-
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'We'll at leaf lb,gether," re-
plied Kent. "Come!"
Twenty minutes of curving and dodg.
Ing along the rocky roads in Kent's
runabout brought them to the turn-
pike in sight of the town of Annalaka.
"The inquest is set for 11 o'clock,"
said Kent.
"All righ0 said Sedgwick with equal
taciturnity.
They turned a corner and ran into
the fringe of a crowd hovering about
the town hall. Halting his machine
in a bit of shade, Kent surveyed the
gathering. At one point it thickened
about a man who was talking eagerly,
the vocal center of a small circle of
"silence.
"Elder Dennett," said Kent, "back
from Cadystown. You'll have to face
the music now. One word of warning:
Don't lose your head or your temper
If the suspicion raised against you by
Dennett is strengthened by me. My
concern is to get to the bottom of this
matter. There is something the sher-
iff knows that I don't know. Probably
It is the identity of the body. To force
him into the open it may be necessary
for me to augment the case against
you.,,
"Ought I to be ready for arrest?"
"Hardly probable at present. No; go
on the stand when kou're called and
tell the truth and nothing but the
truth."
"Brit not the whole truth?"
"Nothing of the necklace. You won't
be questioned about that By the way,
you have never kept among your ar-
tistic properties anything in the way
of handcuffs, have you?"
"I didn't suppose you had. Those
manacles are a sticker. I don't -I ab-
solutely do not like those manacles.
And on one wrist only! Perhaps that
is the very fact, though. Well, we
shall know more when we're older;
two hours older, say. Whether we
shall know all that Mr. Sheriff Len
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I "Dennett has seen Me," said edg.
Wick In a /ow voice,
Indeed, the narrator's voice had ab-
ruptly ceased and be stood with the
dropped jaw of stupefaetion. One aft-
er another of his auditors turned and
stared at the two men In the motor-
car.
"Stay where you are," said Kent and
stepped out to mingle with the crowd.
No one recoguized at flmt the itnnutc-
elate flannel clad man as the bearded
scientist whose strange actions bad
amused the crowd on the beach. A
heavy, solemn man addressed him:
"Friend of his?" he asked, nodding
toward the artist.
'n'Ficee?'
'11' need 'em. Going to give evi-
de"To hear it, .rather," replied Kent
pleasantly. "Where's the body?"
"Inside. Just broouglat it over from
Dr. Breed's. He's the medical officer,
and he end the sheriff are running the
show, Your friend wants a lawyer,
maybe?"
The thought struck Kent that, while
a lawyer might be premature, a friend
In the town might be very useful.
"Yes," he said; "from tomorrow on."
"Meanin' that you're in charge to-
day," surmised the big man shrewdly.
Kent smiled. "I dare say we shall
get on very well together, Mr."- His
voice went up. interrogatively,
"Bain, Adam Bain, attorney and
counselor at law for thirty years in
the town of Annalaka."
"Think you. My name is Kent, You
already know my friend's name. What
-kind of man is this medical officer?"
"Breed? Not much. More of a poli-
tician than a doctor and more of a
horse trader than either. Fidgety as a
sandpaper undershirt."
"Did he perform the autopsy at his
own house?"
"Him and the sherifflast evening.
Didn't even have an undertaker to
help lay out."
The lobe of Kent's ear began to suf-
fer from repeated handling. "The body.
hasn't been identified, I suppose?"
"Nobody's had so much as a wink at
it but those two and Ira Dennett. He
viewed. the corpse last night. That's
why I guess your friend needs his
friends and maybe a lawyer."
"Exactly. Mr. Dennett doesn't seem
to be precisely a deaf mute."
Lawyer Bain emitted the bubbling
chuckle of the fat throated. 'It's
quite some time since Iry won any
prizes for silent theugbt," he stated.
"You are known hereabouts?" he add-
ed after a pause.
"Very little."
"Gansett Jim, yonder, looks as if he
kinder cherished the honor of Your ac-
quaintance."
Over his shoulder Kent caught the
half breed's glance fixed upon him with
stolid intensity. A touch on his arm
made him turn to the other side, where
Sailor Smith faced him.
"Didn't hardly know you with your
beard off," piped the old man. "Howdy,
professor? You're finickied up like
your own weddin'."
"Good morning," said- the scientist
"Are you going inside? Sit with us,
won't you? Mr. Sedgwick is with me."
The ex -sailor Started. "Him!" he ex-
claimed. "Here? There's been quite
a lot o' talk" -
"Suspicion, you mean."
"We -11, yes."
"People are inclined to connect Mr.
Sedgwick with the death of the wo-
man."
"What else can you expect?" return-
ed the old man deprecatingly. "Iry
Dennett's been tellia' his story. He's
certain the woman he seen talkin' to
Mr. Sedgwick is the dead woman-
willin' to swear to it anywheres."
"What about Gansett Jim? Has he
contributed anything to .the discus-
sion?"
"No. Jim's as close tongued as Iry
is clatter mouthed."
"And probably with reason," mutter-
ed Kent "Well, I'll look for you in-
side."
He returned to join Sedgwick. To-
gether they entered the building, while
behind them a risitig hum testified to
the interest felt in them by the vil-
lagers.
Within a tall, wizened man with
dead, fishy eyes stalked nervously to
and fro on a platform, beside which a
hastily constructed coffin with a hasp-
ed cover stood on threesawhorses. On
a chair near by slouched the sheriff,
his face red and streaming. A few
perspiring men and women were scat-
tered on the benches. Outside a clock
struck 11. There was a quick inflow
of the populace, and the man on tho
platform lifted up a chittering voice.
"Feller citizens," he said, "as medical
officer I declare these proceedings
opened. Meaning no disrespect to the
deceased, we want to get throughas
spry as possible. Vint we will hear
witnesses. Anybody who thinks he
eau throw any light on this business
can have a hoaxing. Then those as
wants may 'view the remains. The
burial will teke place right afterward
In the town buryin• ground, our feller
citizen and sheriff, Mr. Len Schlager,
having volunteered the expenses."
CHAPTER VI.
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E first witness, a sheep herder,
rose In his plaee and, without
the formality of an oath, told
of sighting the body at the edge
Via the surf at 7 o'clock in the morning,
'Others, following, testified to the posi-
tion on the beach, the lashing of the
body to the grating, the wounds and
the manatles. Dr. 13reed announced
' briefly that the deceased had come to•
her death by drowning and that the
skull had been crushed in, PrOSUDiably,
When the waves hainie.ered tbe body
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froiii gbod wtiys out," said Sailor
Smith, "for the reefs wouldn't catch it
at that tide."
"Nobody knows how the dead come
to Lonesome Cove," said the sheriff in
his deep voice.
Elder Ira Dennett was the next and
last witness called, Somewhere be-
neath the elder's dry exterior lurked
the instinct of the drama. Stalking to
the platform, he told his story with
skill and fervor. He made a telling
point of the newly 0nished picture he
had seen in Sedgwick's studio, depict-
ing the moonlit charge of the wave
mounted corpse. He sketched out the
encounter between the artist and the
dead woman vividly.
Then Sedgwick rose. He was white,
but his voice was under perfect control
as he said:
"It is all true. But I do not know
the woman who accosted me. I never
saw her before that evening. She spoke
strangely to me and indicated that she
was to meet some one and go aboard
ship, though I saw no sign of a ship."
"You couldn't see much of the ocean
from your house," said the medical
officer.
"I walked on the cliffs later," said
Sedgewiek, and a murmur went through
the courtroom, "but I never found the
woman. And as for throwing her out
of a ship, or any such fantastic non-
sense, I can,prove that I was back in
my house by a, little after 9 o'clock that
night."
He sat down coolly enough, but his
eyes dilated when Kent whispered:
"Keep your nerve. The probability
will be shown that she was killed be-
fore 30 o'clock."
Now, however. Dr. Breed was on
his feet again. "Form in line. ladies
and gentlenien." sold he, "and :toss the
eolith its spry as possible"
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' cten, les eyes stiffened. A convulsive
shudder ran through his big body. He
jammed the cover back, and, with fin-
gers that actually drummed on the
wood, forced the hasps Into place.
"She's come to life!" cried a voice
from the rear.
"No, no!" rumbled the sheriff, Whirl-
ing upon the medical racer, he whis-
pered in his ear -not more than a sin-
gle word, it seemed to the watchful
Kent.
The doctor turned ghastly. "Gents,"
he said in a quavering voice to the
etunzed crowd, "the program will not
be carried out as arranged. The -the
-well, the condition of the deceased
le not fitten"- He stopped, mopping
his brow.
But Yankee euriosity was not so
easily to be balked of its food. It
found expression in Lawyer Bain.
-Thin ain't the law, doc," he said.
"I•in the law here," declared Sheriff
Seliluger, planting himself solidly be-
tween the crowd and the coffin. One
Mind erept slowly back toward his hip.
"Don't pull any gun on me," retorted
Ole lawyer quietly. "It ain't fleece -
'You heard Doc Fireed say the body
wasn't inten to be viewed," pursued
the. sheriff.
'That's all right too. But the doe
hasn't got the final word. The kW
11;18. And the law says, that the body
he duly viewed. Otherwise, and
the deemed being buried Without
dew, in order of the mitt to exhume
tutty he obtained."
"Look at whi pered Kent to
tezedgwielt.
The. medical ofticees lips were gray
:ts he leaned forward to pluck at the
•Iteritrs arm. There was a whispered
.olloquy between them. Thal Medi
41101:0, with. a pitiful Watt at self eela-
! "Lawyer Bain's point is correct, un-
doubtedly -correct. But the body must
be prepared. It ought to 'a' been
looked to last night. But somehow
-we- Will six citizens kindly volun-
teer to fetch the coffin back to my
• house?"
Ten times six offered their services.
The box was colleted out swiftly, fol-
lowed by the variable hum of excited,
conjecture. Quickly the room emptied
itself except for a few stragglers.
Sedgwick, who had followed the
Im-
prowptu cortege with his vision, was
brought up sharply by the glare of a
pair of eyes outside the nearest win-
dow. The eyes were fixed on his. own.
Their expression was distinctly ma-
levolent. Without looking round,
• Sedgwick said in a low voice:
"Kent!"
No answer came.
"Kent!" said the artist a little louder.
"Huh?" responded a muffled and ab-
stracted voice behind him,
"See here for a moment."
There was neither sound nor move-
ment from the scientist.
"An Indian looking -chap outside the
window is trying to hypnotize me or
something of the sort"
This information, deemed by Its giv-
er to be of no small interest, elicited
not the faintest response. Somewhat
piqued, the artist turned, to behold
his friend stretched on a bench, with
face to the ceiling, eyes closed and
heels on the raised eud. His lips tnov-
ed faintly in a whistle. Sedgwiek
shook the whistler insistently.
"Ell? What?" cried Kent, wreneh-
ing his shoulder free. "(to an ay!
Can't you see I'm busy?"
"I'll give you something to think
about. Look at this face of a eigar
store Indian at the window. No It's
gone!"
"Gansett Jim, proba bly," opined
Kent. "Just where his interest in this
case comes in I haven't yet found out.
He favored me with his regard out-
side. And he had some dealings with
the sheriff on the beach. Out I don't
want to talk about him now :tor ahont
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