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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1914-11-19, Page 7- November 19th, 1914 THE WINGHAM TIMES • • 1444.• • .44, 3 •••••!,..” • ••••••...3 • •_•• ,••••• „or • An, • ,o0 • OW • C.,•, 'NO.", • /P. .40 .11•4 4..W44 gar 111•44 4111.••• AMY Ow 41No, ear .44•••• 44,44.4.7 vf* r,• • • 44,./.. „ r .1.1 • ahe SECRET of is) ° 1 A NESOME COVEg (0 • (.0 By Samuel Hopkins Adams (ft 11): Copyright 1912 by the Bobbs-Merril Conapesny -some confusion, "she didn't !lave no ,earrings on when. I seen her, and it looks a lot more like without it." "How much money would you take Pr this?" "About $5, 1 guesa," replied the oth- •.er in a bold expulsion of breath. • At this moment Sedgwick, who had been studying the picture iu the light, made a slight signal with his hand, Which did not escape Kent. "Five dollars is a big price for a rough. pencil sketch," said the scien- tist. "I'd have to know more of the •picture to pay that for it. Where did 'you find it?" . "In this book. I bought the book at 'Dimmock's rummage auction." lie produced a decrepit, loosely bound edi- tion of the Massachusetts Agricultural Reports. "The picture was stuck in •between the leaves." "No name in the book," said Kent. 'The flyleaf is gone. But here's the •date of publication -1880." "That would be just about right," -said Sedgwick, with lively interest. "Right for what?" demanded Den - nett. Befbre there was time for reply Kent had pressed a five dollar bill into his .hand, with the words: "You've made a trade." ' "Wait," protested the elder. But the -sketch was already in Sedgwick's pos- •session. "It's an Elliott," said that gentle- man. "I'm sure of it I've seen his _skg sketches before, though they're very 'RN 'rare, and there's an unmistakable 'tench about his pencil work." "In. that case," said Kent suavely, "Mr. Dennett will be gratified to know that he has sold for $5 an article worth '•fifty times that." CHAPTER XIII. The Aid of the Stars. THEY left the elder groaning at his door and went to look up Dimmock, the rummage man. But he was, wholly unable to hrow any light on the former owner • of the reports in which the drawing 'had been tucked away. There the in- Yestigation seemed to be up against a blank wall. "Isn't it astounding!" said Sedgwicle. "Here's a portrait antedating 1880 of . a woman who lias PIA died, young. What was the woman I saw—a reve- :eant in the fiesb.?" "If you ask me," Said Kent slowly. . "I should gay, rather, an imitation." Further he would not say, but in? sIsted on returning to the Nook. Ae • they arrived the telephone bell was tlnging with the weary persistence of • the long unanswered. To Kent's query Lawyer Bain's voice announced: . "I've been trying to get you foc an .isour." "Sorry," said Kent. "Is it about the .,newspapers?" "Yes," said the lawyer. "I've got the information." And he stated that •our newspapers went regularly tol Bedgerow house—the New York Star and Messenger and the Boston Eagle :to Alexander Blair and the Boston Free Press to Wilfrid Blair. Sedgwick set the Elliott ketch be- -side the copy and compared them for .a time. Then he fell to wandering 4+ desolately about the studio. Suddenly he turned, walked over to his friend .and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Kent, for the love of heaven, can't :you do something for me?" "You mean about the girl?" Sedgwick nodded. "I can't get my imind to stay on anything else. Even .this infernal puzzle of the pictUreei teen't interest me for more than the • inute. The longing for her is eating' • the heart out of me." dear &Talk," said, the Aber The Slow, Sluggish, Torpid Action of the Liver is Responsible for Many Ills. 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A friend of mit:a, froat Toroete, visited -Me last su:nmer and he asked me to try Uilburtee Isaxn-Liver Pills.• He told Me they had done him so much good ter stomath. •I used several vials, and fottnd they did me so Rtliell good that I can recommend then:1 to any one suffer• - Ins from liver trouble," -Milburn's Loa -Liver Pills are 25c a vial, 5 visits for $1,00, at all dealers, or mailed direct on receipt of mite by The Mi1butp Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont. • qureiry,weiTs'," aifythitig I could do, don't you think I'd be doing It? It's a very dark tangle." "If there were only something to do!" fretted the artist. "It's this cursed inaction that is getting my nerve!" "If that's all," returned Kent slow- ly, "I'll give you something to do. And I fancy," he added grimly, "It will be sufficiently absorbing to take your raind from your troubles for a time at least." "Bring it on. I'm ready." "All in good time. Meantime I am seriously thinking, my dear young friend," said Kent solemnly, "of con- sulting an astrologer." "You're crazyl" retorted Sedgwick. "I. wish I were for a few hours," said Kent, with entire seriousness. "It might help." "Well, that's where I'll be if you don't find something for me to do soon. So come on and materialize this promised activity," "If you regard a trip to the Martin- dale Public library as activity I can furnish that much excitement." "What are you going to do there?" "Consult the files of the newspapers and, pick out a likely high class as- trologer from the advertisements." "That has a mild nutty flavor, but it doesn't excite any profound emotion in me except concern for your sanity." "You've said that before," retorted Kent "However, I'm not sure I shall take you with me anyway." • 'Then that isn't the coming adven- ture?" • "No; nothing so mild and innocuous." "Are you asking me to run some danger? Is it to see her?" said Sedg- wick eagerly. "Leave her out of it for the present. There is no question of seeing her now. There's an enterprise forward which, if it fails, means the utter damning of reputation. What do you say?" "What's the inducement?" "The probable clearing up of the case we're on. When I come to tackle it I may find that one man could do it alone. But"— "Wait. You're going into it, are your _ "Oh, certainly!" "With or without me?" "Yes." "Why couldn't you have said so at . first and saved this discussion?" cried his host. "Of course if you're in for It, so am I. But what about your reputation?" "It's worth a good deal to me," con- fessed the seientist. "And I can't deny Pm staking it all on my theory of this case. If I'm wrong—well, it's about the finis of my :weer," "See here, Chet!" broke out his friend. "Do you think I'm going to let you take that kind of a chance for me?" "It isn't for you," declared the other with irritation. "It's for myself. Can't you understand that this is my case? Do you care to run over to the library? No? Well, for the rest of the evening lean be fuund—no: I cannot be found, though I'll be there—in room 571." "All right," said Sedgwick. "You needn't fear any further intrusion. But when is our venture?" "TomorrOw night," replied Kent, "Wilfrid Blair having officially died, as per specifications, today." * • • • • • • Trout are a tradition rather than a prospect in Sundayman's creek. Some, Indeed, consider them a myth. Hope springs eternal in the human breast, however, and a ['Sherman, duly equip- ped, might have been Observed testing the upper reaches of the stream on the morning of 'July 10. Although his rod and tackle Were of the best, his apparel was rongh, not to say, scrub- by. An old slouch hat wag drawn down over his forehead and staring blue glasses sheltered his eyes' against the sun, which Was sufficiently obscured— for most tastes—by a blanket of gray cloud, promising rain. The rumble of a vehicle distracted his attention, and he looked up to ob- serve with curiosity a carriage full of strangers pass across the bridge. The strangers were all in black. The an- gler looked away agaln find turned to continue his hopeful progrese toward the bend. Not until he 'bad rounded the turve did he parse for rest. He was waiting for the funeral service of Wilfrid Blab% Notices in the Boston and New York papers had fermally designated the borial as "Private." That invaluable aid, Lawyer Adam Bain, who seemed to have his fingets on the Wee of all the cotInty'ts activities, had informed Kent that telegraPhle summonses had gone out to A few neat reletives •and that the relatives, tegether With a elergynsan, were expeCtell that morning, ror a patient beet longer Itent'll otiestAng dies explored unresponsive. 'nooks and cOrtiett. At the end of that itral. Ile. Slighted st lignre.trealpg.teot. Hedgerow—house and dodged int° covert of sumac. The glass brought out clearly the features of Alexander Blair, get, stern and pale. Blair walk- ed swiftly to the willow thicket where lay Captain aogg and his unnamed *victims, looked down into the ra w fresh excavation and turned away. Another man, issuing from the house. JOined him. From his gestures Alex- ander Blair seemed to be explaining and directing. Finally both returoed to the house. "Handling the whole, business him- self," commeuted Kent, "I like 41s courage anyway." half an hour afterward the little funeral procettsiou moved from the house. There was no hearse. Six men carried the coffla. They were all He Could Hear the Faint Murmur of the Words. strangers to Kent, and ,their clothes gave obvious testimony of city origin. Half a dozen other men and three wo- men heavily veiled followed. Kent • thrust his glass Into his pocket and lifted his rod again. By the time the clergyman had begun the service Kent was close to the obstructing fence. Ile could hear the faint. solemn mur- 1' mut. of the words. Then came the ieweving of the eitltet. The onlooker marked the Week and silver sumptu- 4,41.4ipss It :Intl thought of the rough ifilovit lX that Int.k)gott the anonY7 uu.body ln Ann:flake churchyard. .t14.1 111$ 4fly met the wnter he smtl- I441 'I 01110, !:11111, wry smile, ,,%pr 441017.• Thk.! man (Ind •go,,i,p /trifled away. One member 1.1esell •:einee ‘vith euriosity at the feffesis fend stueler niskitur his Ivey up S!ri'll Ill. tor Kent judged It wise to absent himself new, foreseeing the ad. vent of one keener eyed than the mourners, whose scrutiny he did not desire to tempt. Shortly Gansett Jim came to the grave. Hastily and care- lessly he pitched in the earth, tramp- ed it down and returned. Carriages rolled to the door of Hedgerow house and rolled away again, carrying the mourners to their train. Not until then did Kent snug up his tackle and take the road. No sooner had he reached the hotel and changed into dry clothes than he made haste to the Nook and thus ad- dressed Sedgwick, "Now I'm your man for that tennis match." Kent played as he worked, with con- centration and tenacity, backing up technical skill. Against his dogged at- tack Sedgwick's characteristically more • brilliant game was unavailing, though the contest was not so uneven but that both were sweating bard as at the conclusion of the third set they sought 0. breathing space on the terraced bank back of the court. "That's certainly a good nerve seda- tive," said the artist, breathing hard, I "and not such rotten tennis for two aged relics of better days like our- selves." "Not so bad by any means," agreed his opponent cheerfully. "It you had stuck to lobbing I think you'd have had me In the secoud set. Wonder how our spectator enjoyed it?" he add- ed, lowering his voice. "Don't be abrupt about it, but just take a look at that lilac copSe on the crest of tho 'hill." "Can't see any one there," said Sedgwick. • "No more can I. Look at the bird on that young willow. You can see for yourself it's trying to impart some in- formation." *I see a grasshopper sparrow in a state of some nervousness. But grass- hopper sparrows are always fidgety." • "Thls particeler one has reason to be. She has a nest in that lilac patch. A few minutes ago she went toward It with a worm in her beaks hastily dropped the worm and came out in a great state of mind; hence I judge there is some intruder near her home." "Any guess who it is?" "Why, it might be Gansett Jim," re- plied Kent in a ktuder voice. "Though It's rather stupid of him to pick out a bird inhabited bush as a hiding place." The Thae bush shook a little, and Gansett Jim came forth. "He Went to Cart's JenctIon," said the half breed -Curtly, "YOU tonna his trail?" asked Kent. The other nodded, "Thiel morning," he maid. "rind anything else?" "NO. I kill him if I get him!" 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Druce, Brighton, Ont„ writes: "I am sending you my testis mony of your Dr. Wood's Norway Pine Syrup, telling you what it did for my little girl. The doctor had given her up as she was, as we thought, going into a decline with the cough s:he had. I was told by a lady friend to try "Dr. Wood's" and when she had taken two bottles she was on her feet apin, and four bottles cured her." Dr. Wood's Norway Pine Syrup is the best cure for coughs and colds. It is put tip in a yellow wrapper; three pine trees the trade mark; the price, 25c and Mc; manufactured only by The T. Milburn Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont. "Now what does that mean?" de- manded Sedgwick in amazement. "That is Gansett Jim's apology for suspecting you," explained Kent. "Ile is our ally now. and thls is his first in- formation. What a inarvelons thing the bulldog strain in a race is! No- body but an Indian would have kept to an almost hopeless trail as he has done." "The trail of the real murderer?" cried Sedgwick. Kent:shook his head. "You're still obsessed with dubious evidence," be remarked. "Let me see your time- table." Having studied the schedules that the artist produced for him, he nodded consideringly. "Boston it is, then," he said. "As I thought. Sedgwick, I'm off for two or three days or travel—if we get through this night without dis- aster." CHAPTER XIV. Digging. NIGHT came on in murk and mist. As the clouds gathered thicker, Chester Kent's face took on a more and more satisfied expression. Sedgwick, on the contrary, gloomed sorely at the suspense. From time to time Kent thrust a hand out of the window. Shortly after midnight there was a splutter of rain on the roof. ' "The time has come for action," said Kent. "Be thankful. Get on your coat"' Sedgwick brightened at once. "Right - or he said. "Get your lamps lighted and I'll be with you." I "No lights.Ours Is a deep, dark. desperate, devilish, dime novel design. Got a spade and a pick? If you I haven't a pick, two spades will do. In fact, they'll be better." 1 Sedgwick's heart froze. He visioned the wet soil of Annalaka burying ground, heaped above a loose hasped I pine box. SI.G.p.ml God! Is it. thst?".....b.g_mysts CONFIDENCE Merchants Spend Money to Gain It and Hold It By HOLLAND. YOUR confidence is an as- set that every manufac- turer of reputable goods seeks. He spends money to gain It and will take all nec- essary pains to retain it. Your confidence in the Integrity of a manufacturer, your belief that goods bearing a certain brand are always up to stand- ard, is one of the intangible assets known as "good will" and which is regarded by a business man as essential to his success. Manufacturers spend mil- lions telling you about their goods. They cannot hope to get this money back by the first transactions. They must make you a customer and keep you a customer. To de this they must make honest godds at an honest price. Thie accounts for the fact that advertised goods are al- ways of high class. It would not pay to advertise goods that will not bear rigid test. The A.DV13311TI SING CREATES CONVIDENCH. Then the manufacturer de- pends on the quality of hie product to still farther adver- tise it and still further in- crease the dustomer's ton& deflect. w(Md. Ere went- out Into the dark, presently returning with the tool. (Kent took then) out and disposed them In the car. "Get in." be direeted. "If we liad to do this, Kent," said Sedgwick, shuddering In his seat, "why haven't we done it before?" The other turned ou the power. "You're on the wrong track, as 1121181," he rernark0. "It couldn't be done be- fore." "Well, it can't be done now," eried the artist In sudden sharp excitement. "Annalalgt burying grotted is watched. Lawyer Bain said as much. Don't you remember? He told us that the house next door is occupied by an old sleepless asthmatic, who spends half her nights In her window orerlooking the graves." The car shot forward again. "Is that all?" asked Kent. "Isn't it enough?" "hardly. We're not going within miles of Annalaka." 'Then our night's work is not"— Kent conld feel his companion's revolt at the unuttered word and supplied it for him. ::Gra,e2, er,obbery? It w Bi'7ais, lni.a private burying ground on the estate:" "Wilfrid Blair's grave? When was the funeral?" "This morning. I was among those present, though I don't thin15. my name will be mentioned in the papers." "Why should you have been there?" "Ohiesnet.it down to vulgar curiosity," .sfiidt "Probably you'd say the same if I asked you the motive for this present expedition. I suppose you fully appre- ciate the chance we are taking?" "Didn't I tell you that it was rather more than a life and death risk?" Something cold touched Sedgwick's hand in the darkness. His fingers closed around a flask.. "No; no Dutch courage for me. Where is this place?" "On Sundayinan's creek, some four- teen miles from the Nook as the tno- torcar flies." "Fourteen miles," repeated Sedgwick musiugly, following a train of thought that suddenly glowed, a beacon light of hope. "And these Stairs have some connection with the dead woman of the Cove, the woman who wore her jewels." His fingers gripped and sank Into Kent's hard flbered arm. "Chet, for the love of heaven tell me! Is she one of these Blairs?" • "No, nonsense, Sedgwick," returned the other sternly. "You're to act—yes, and think—under orders till the night's job is done." There was silence for nearly half an hour, while the car slipped, ghostlike, along the wet roadway. Presently it turned aside and stopped. "Footwork now," said Kent. "Take the spades and follow." He himself, leading the way, carried a coil of rope on his phoulders. For what Sedgwick reckoned to be half a mile they wallowed across soaked meadows, until the whisper of rain upon water came to his ears. "Keep close," directed his guide and preceded him down a steep bank. The stream was soon forded. Emerg- ing on the farther side they scrambled up the other bank into a thicker dark.- ness, where Sedgwick, colliding with a gnarled tree trunk, stood lost and waiting.. A tiny bar of light appeared. It came to a rest upon a fresh garish ridge of earth, all pasty and yellow in the rain, and abruptly died. "Too dangerous to use the lantern," murmured Kent. "Take the near end and digs" Both men, fortunately, were in hard training. The heavy soil flew steadily and fast. Soon they were waist deep. Kent in a low voice bade his fellow toiler stop. "Mustn't wear ouselvea out at the start," he said. "Take five minutes' rest." A t the end of three minutes Sedg- wick was groping for his spade. "I've got to go on, Chet," he gasped. "The silence and idleness are too much for "It's just as well," assented his com- mander. "The clouds are breaking, worse luck. And some one might pos- sibly. be up and about in the house. Go to it!" This time there was no respite until, with a thud which ran up his arm to his heart, Kent's iron strnck upon wood. Both men stood frozen into attitudes of attention. No sound came from the house. "Easy now," warned Kent, after he judged it safe to continue. "I thought dthas, t.,Jthat.im dug deeper than that. Spade It out gently. And feel for the han- ie"I've got one," whispered Sedgwick. "Climb slut, then, and pass me down the rope." As Sedgwick gained the earth's level the moon, sailing from behind a cloud, poured a flood of radiance between the tree trunks. Kent's face, as he raised It from the grave, stretching out his hand for the cord, was ghastly, but his lips smiled encouragement. "All right! One minute, now, and we're safe." "Safe!" repeated the other. "With that opened grave! I shall never feel safe again." Prom betchen the earthen walls Kent's voice came, tn tailed. "Safe as a church," he averred, "from the min- ute that we have the coffin. Take this end of the rope. Got it? 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"What a fool I was not to bring a gun!" "Oh, no," contradicted the scientist. '01 what use Is my gun? We're In the ight, and he is in the shadow." "So you've got a gun on you, eh?" 'emarked the sheriff, his chuckle dee- ming. "I didn't say so." "No, but you gave yourself away. Clands up, please. Both of you." Pour hands went up in the air. Kent's face, in the light, was very 3owneast, but from the far corner of his mouth came the faintest ghost of s whistled melody—all in 0 minor key. It died away on the night air and the musleitin spoke 10 rapid French. "Attention! 1.11.ruse gagm Quandje 011 floinierai le evil p de pied, hattez-le .1 (erve." ("Listf•e: A triek wins. When 1 I•ilk Min, strike him to the gro)Jnd.") "What's that gibberish?" demanded Schlager. "Very 'ell," said Sedgwick quickly, in the tone of one who accepts instruc- tions. "I'll be still enough. Go ahead iud do the talking." "Better both keep still," advised tho teceived sheriff. "Anything you say eau be used against you at the trial. And the penalty for body snatching 15 twenty years in this state." "Yes, but what constitutes body snatching?" murmured Kent. "Von do, dsol;eilifrg.11s,s,' ,s:tearedtyortwediththethohsue- hands. Which pocket, please, profes- sor?" "Right hand coat if you want my money," answered the scientist sul- lenly. "Notliiog like that," laughed the of- ficer. "Your gun will do at present." "I haven't got any gun." ., "I hear you say it; Remember, thine ,s 'feinted at yoUr stomach." "Correct place," approved Kent, quiet- ly shifting his weight to his left foot, 'It's the seat of human eourage. Weill" Is Seidner tapped tt after pock- et without result, "yon an't say 1 Warn 37011. Now. 1 rankr, Witli the word 1 !sons eat; it sharp spat as the heel of T.,k,o ',wavy boot, tiring itp in the ',lei, is own de- vising. caught die Th 7111 on the wrist, breaking d sending lh 11)0 revolver a :soh: '; darkness. - As hista S'Aitv.,:. k, swing Mg roil artnett .11,.er Went lown, half stutoos3 'Pin Iilm, out in a om.• tone. now Boit 7') solute elhe etiettos, t's But Sefigwiel; 170 lel or the ,iready .pte!.•:A. 1. LSI Seblaer "Good work, my boy," approved Kent, who had retrieved the revolver. "Who clubbed rile?" groaned the fall- en man. "I didn't see no third feller. And what good's it going to do you. enyway? There you are, and there's the robbed grave. Exaggerated by as- sault on an officer of the law," he add- ed technically. "That is right, too, Kent," added Sedgwick, with shaking voice. "What- ever we do, I don't see but what we are disgraced and ruined." "Unless," suggested Kent, with mild toned malice, "we rid ourselves of the only witness to the affair." A little gasp issued from the thick lips of Len Schlager. But he spoke with courage and not without a certain dignity. "You got me," he admitted quietly. "If it's killin', why, I guess it's as good a way to go as any. An officer murdered in the discharge of his duty." "Not so sure about the duty, Sehia- ger," said Kent, with a change of tone. "But your life Is safe enough iu any event. Pity you're such a vertu, for you've got your decent poiuts. Let him up, Sedgwick." Relieved of Ids assailant's weight. Schlager undertook to rise, set his hand on the ground and collapsed with a groan. "Too bad about that wrist," said Kent. "I'll take you back 10 my car to have It looked after as 8000. 88 we've 8 nish ed here." "I s'pose yott know have to arrest you, just the sante?" "Don't bluff," retorted the other eare- lessly. "It wastes lime. Steady: Here conies the rest of the party." Across the moonlit lawn moved brisk- ly the spare, alert figure or tho owner Of hedgerow home. Ills hand grosped a long barreled pistol. Ile math. straight for the grove of graves. Sl'itle in five yards or the willows lie slopped. because a voiee from behind one of them had suggested to hini l hat lie do so. "I also am armed," the voiee adtik,d. menacingly. (TO BP: Co _T)::)/2-.).1 The Wretchedness of ConstipatIon . Can quickly he overcome by CARTER'S LITTLE LIVER PILLS Purely vegetable —act surely and rientrly 4tthe Cure Biliousness. Head. ache, Dizzi. nes% and Indigestion. They ,to their duty. Small Pill. Small beats, Small Pries. Genuine must bear SignatUre 011.11.1111.41PIPIMPINIUMPIIIIMPOIMINI