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The Wingham Times, 1914-11-12, Page 7November 12th, 1914 OPAPIMPOINA *2). • • • Ito 67he • SECRET c?fl 4.0 LONESOME COVE Ili •fe • •fA 1.0 ft% 9P) By Samuel Hopkins Adams Copyright 1912 by the. Dobbs -Merril Company e -Yes seared, immovable. The ‘chin did not quiver. Reaching for the lantern, Gansett Jim, now nine of In- •filan to one a negro, turned away from them to the pathway. "No," he said .stolicliY. As the flicker of radiance danced and disappeared in the forest Sedgwiek spoke. "Well, do you consider that we've made e friend?" "No," answered Chester Kent, "but we've done what's as good. We've esuashed an enmity." * . * * * * Answers to, the telegrams Chester Kent had dispatched arrived in the form of night letters, bringing infor- mation regarding the Blain of Etedge- row house, not sufficient informa- tion to satisfy the seeker, however. ,arherefore, having digested their con- tents at breakfast, the scientist cast ,about hira to supply the deficiency. The feet of hope led him to the shop ,of Elder Ira Dennett. Besides being an able plumber and tinker, Elder Dennett performed, by vocation, the pleasurable duties of Im- printed journalism—that is to say, he was the semiofficial town gossip. There was joy in the plumber -tinker's heart over the visit. Unhappily it ap- peared that Kent was there strictly on business. He did not wish to talk of the mystery of Lonesome Cove. He *wished his acetylene lamp fixed—at .once, if Elder Dennett pleased. • Glum was the face of the elder as sas, be examined the lamp, which needed ,Wr'Srery little attention. It lightened *when Ids visitor observed: "I've been thinking a little of get - sting an electric car to run about here in. There was a neat little one in town yesterday." "Old Blair'" replied Dennett "I eseen you in it. Know Mr. Blair long?" "ECG offered me a lift into town very kindly. He was a stranger to me," :said Kent truthfully and with intent to deceive. "Wbo did you say he was?'! "Gosh sakes! Don't you know who allsos,„laleck 13Iair is?" "Blair? Blair?" said Kent innocent - fly. "Is he the author of Blair's latudies of Neuropterae?' " f Elder Dennett snorted. "He' S a mil. ilonaire, that's what he is. Ain't you ‘read about him in the fabric trust in- l*estIgations?" r! "Oh, that Blair! Yes, I believe I &M." Kent yawned. It was a well con- Naeived bit of strategy and met with Aeserved success. • CHAPTER XI. , Hedgerow House. HE elder traced the history of the Blairs in and out of eon - centric cirelee of scandal— financial, political, social—and restly untrue. Those in whicb the `: atest portion of truth inhered dealt ,Ovith the escapades of Wilfrid Blair, se only son and heir of the ,household, [Ivho had burned up all the paternal oney he could lay hands on, writing tits name in red fire across the night ijjfe of London, Paris and New York. 1ring of thisi, he had come home and arried a girl of nineteen, beautiful inad innocent, whose parents, the elder 'piously opined, had sold her to the devil per Mr. Blair, agent The girl, *shose maiden name was Marjorie Dor- i' . ,fance—Kent's fingers went to his ear PO this—had left Blair after a year ,of Fsparriage, though there was no legal tocess, and he had returned to his aunts of the gutter until retribution !ifivertoolt him in the form of tubercu- losis. His father had brought him to eir place on Sundayrnan's creek, and *Oa)eke he was kept in semi -seclusion, hilted from time to time by his young ,Avife, who helped to care for him. .1 "That's the story they tell," com- 'geared, the elder, filtitliel_ne. fella .111.111 BAD BLOOD Is The Cause of Boils and Pimples. When boils or pimples start to break ....out on your face or body you may rest assured that the blood is in an impure state, and that before you can get rid of them it will be necessary for you to purify it by using a good medicine that will drive all the imparities out of the iystem. Burdock Blood Bitters is a Mood puri- fying remedy. One that has been on the market for the past forty yeara. One • that is known from one end of the ectuntry •to the other as the best blood purifier -ht existence, It eures loolla, pimples and .0.11 other diseases arising from bad blood. BOILS CURED. Mr, Maisel- E. Collier*River Glade, ist.11., was troubled with 150115 for years, hi feet did not know what it was to be rid of them until he used Burdock Blood Bitters. It eAred hint. PIMPLES CURED. Mr. Otto Royce, 'Starker, Ont., had late fade mid neck break out with pimples, Pie tried several kiiide of Mediate With .out meas. Two bottles Of Burdock Blood Bit -tete banished them. Pa13.13, l mataufactured wily by The -T. Milburn Co., Limited. o tat ta Ont. 111-6-wusp1cions is that the young feller hasn't got no More consumption that you have, al- though he's got a roan nurse. I think Old Blair hns. got him here to keep him out of the papers." "Publicity is not to Mr. 13Iair's taste. then?" , • "I don't believe the old man would hardly stop short of murder to keep his name out of print. _He's kind o' loony on the subject. Sailor Milt Smith Is the feller that tan tell you about the family and the place. Elere he conies up the street" He thrust his head out of the door and called, Sailor Smith sturdy and Wilite, entered and -greeted Kent cour- teously. • "Mr. Dennett was saying," remark- -ed Kent, "that you know something of the history of Hedgerow house, as I believe they call it." "They call it!" repeated the old sailor. "Who calls it? If you mean the Blair place, that's Hogg's haven, that Is! You can't wipe out that name while there's a man living as knew the place at its worst Old Captain Hogg built it and lived in it and died in it. The devil is fryin' bacon out of old Hogg today for the things he done in that WINGHAM AMES apirommommemookorolew "Piroloirlormommiremo**60~110Milloftwoommy hous,e." • "How long since did be die?". "Oh, twenty year back." "And the houie was sold soon after?" "Stood vacant for ten years. Then this feller Blair bought it. I don't know him, but he bought a wedvity biscuit there. A bad house, it is—rot- ten bad!" "What's wrong with it?" "Men's bones in the brick and wom- en's blood in the mortar." "Was the old boy a cannibal?" asked Kent, amused by the sea veteran's heroics. "Just as bad—slave trader." "Have you ever been in the house?" "Malay's the time when It was Hoggal haven. Only once since. They do tell that the curse has come down with the house and is heavy on the new owner's son." "So I've heard." The old white head wagged bodingly. "The curse of the blood," he said. "It's on all that race." "Hogg's oldest sister was the grand- mother of this young feller's mother, wasn't she?" put in Elder Dennett. "Thet's right Wilfrid Blair's great grandniother." "And a bad 'un, too, I guess," con- tinued the elder relishingly. "Don't you say it:" cried the old sea- man. "The curse of the blood was on her. Strange she was and beautiful, so my mother used to tell me, but not bad. She came In at Lonesome Cove too." "Drowned at sea?" asked Kent. "They never knew. One day she was gone. The next' night her body came in. They said In the country- side that she had the gift of second sight and foretold her own death." "Hum -m," mused Kent, "And now the Blairs have changed the name of the place. No wonder." "There's one thing they haven't changed, the private buryin' plot" "Family ?" "Hogg's there, all right, tin' never a parson in the countryside dared to speak to God about his soul, when they laid him there. His nephew, too' that was as black hearted as himself. But the rest of the graves has got no headstones." "Slaves?" "Them as he kept for his own Betsy - ice an' killed in his tantrums. Nobody knows how many. You can see the bend of the creek where they lie, from the road, and the old willows that lean over 'ens." , "Cheerful sort of person the late Mr. Hogg seems to have been. Any relics of his trade in the house?" "Relics? You. may say so! His old pistols and compasses, guns, nautical instruments and the leaded whalebone whip that they used to say be slept with. They've got 'em hung on the walls now for ornyments. Ornymental If they'd Seen 'em as I've seen 'em, they'd sink the demined things in a hundred fathom o' clean sea." ' "Sailor Smith was cabin boy on One of the old Hogg fleet One voyage," ex- plained Elder Dennett "God forgive me for iti" said the old man, "There they hang, and with 'em the chains and"-, "hint that lamp finished yet?" de- manded Kent, turning eharply upon Elder Donned. Having paid for it, with something extra for his curtness, he led the sea. roan out of the place. • "You Were going to say 'rind hanci. cuffs weren't yen?" he inquired. "Why, yes. 'What of that?" asked the veteran, puzzled. Suddenly he brought his hand down with a slap On his thigh. "Where was my wits?" he cried. "Them irons on the dead worn. tufa wristi 1 knew I'd. seen their like beterel Slave Matittclesi Whey MUM 'a' come trona Hoses haVerir "Very likely. nut that fluspicion hid haerae.kent qpiet et'Presente, "Aye,"-iiii, ills" agreed the other. "More devilment trom the old haven? A. bad house -a rotten bad home!" "Yet I've a pressieg desire to take a look at It," said Chester Kept musing- ly, "Going back to Annaialta, Mr. Snaith? I'll walk With you as far US the roaa to alr. Seclgwick's." Ereed of the veteran' s company at the turn of the road, Kenteat clown and took his ear In hand to think. "Miss Dorranee," be mused, "Marjo. rie Dorrance. What simpler twlat for a nickname than to transform that Into Marjorie Daw? Poor Sedgwick!" At the Nook be found the object a bis emnmiseration mournfully striving to piece together, as le a mosaic, the ehattered remnants of hie work. Sedg- wick brightened at his friend's ap- proach. "For heaven's sake, come out and do me a couple, of sets of tennis!" he be- sought. "I'm no Sport for you, I know, particularly as my nerves are jumpy, but I need the work." . "Sorry, nay boy," said Kent, "but I've got to make a more or less polite call. People named Blair. Ever know 'em?" "Used to know a Wilfrid Blair in Paris," said the artist indifferently. "What kind of a person was he?" "An agreeable enough little beast, but a rounder of the worst sort. Is he the man you're going to see?" "No such luck," said Chester Kent. "I never expect to see Wilfrid Blair. Probably 1 shan't even be invited to his funeral" "Obi Is he dead?" "Ells death is officially expected any day." With which words Kent stepped out and into his waiting cats After departing from the tiook Kent's car roiled along beside Sunday. raan's creek sedately enough until it approached the wide bend, where it indulged in a bit of pathfinding across the country, and eventually crept into the shade of A clump of bushes and hid. Its occupant emerged and went forward afoot until he came in view sf Efedgerow house. At the turn of the stream he leaped a fence and made his way to a group of willows beneath :which the earth was ridged with little raounds. Professor Chester Kent was trespassing. He was invading the ter- ritory of the dead. From the seclusion of the graveyard amid the willows a lair view was af- forded of Hedgerow house. Grim as was the repute given it, It presented to the intruder an aspect of homely hospitable sweetness and quaintness. Tall hollyhocks lifted their flowers to smile in at the old fashioned windows. Here and there on the well kept lawn peonies glowed, crimson and white. great, clambering rose tree had thrown its arms around the square porch, softening the uncompromising angles into curves of leafage and bloom. Along the paths pansies laughed at the sun, and mignonette scattered its scented summons to bee and butter- fly. The place was a loved place; so much Kent felt with sureness of in- stinct No home blooms except by love. But the house was dead. Its eyes were closed. Silence held it. The gar- den buzzed and flickered with vivid multicolored life, but there was no stir from the habitation of man. Had its occupants deserted it? From the far side of the Mansion cane the sound of a door opening and closing again. Moving quickly along the sumac fringed course of the creek, Kent made a detour which gave him vievr of a side entrance and had bare- ly time to efface himself in the shrub. berY when a light wagon, with a spir- ited horse between the shafts, turned briskly out into the road. Kent, well sheltered, caught one brief sufficient glimpse of the occupant. It was Dr, Breed. The medical officer looked, as I always, nerve beset, but there was a greedy smile on his lips. Kent's mouth puckered. Ile took a deep breath of musical inspiration and exhaled It In painful noiselessness, flattening himself amid the greenery as he saw a man emerge from ..the rear of Hedgerow house. The man was Gansett 11m. He carried a pick and a spade and walked slowly. Presently he disappeared in the willow shaded -place of mounds. The sound of his toil came muffled, to the ears -of the hid., den man. Cautiously Kent worked his way,' now In the stream, now through the heavy growth on the banks, until he gained the roadway. Once there he went forward to the front gate of Hedgerow house Kent paused fot the merest moment. His gaze rested on the heavy black door. Heavier and blacker against the woodwork a pen- dant waved languidly. To the normal human being the gris- ly insignium of death over a portal is provocative of anything rather than mirth. But Chester Kent, viewing the crape on Hedgerow house, laughed as he turned to the imen road. Meditation furrowed the brow of Lawyer Adam Bain. "Nobody versus Sedgwick," grumbled he. "Public opin- ion versus Sedgwick" he amended. "tiow's a self respecting lawyer going to earn a fee out of that? And Len Schlager standing over the grave of the Coring delicti with a warrant against eearching, So to speak, in his handl For that matter, this Professor Kent worries me More than the slier- ift." A sheep humbling rose in the air and brought the Rile couns,etor to his win. do% whence he beheld the PrIlte an- thor of hts bewilderment descending from a car. A. Minute later the two men were sitting with their feet On orie desk, a .tally good sign of Mutual re‘ spect and confidence. "Blair?" Bald Literyer Bain. "No, I dbn't know him, net even to see. !took Mae haven, didn't he?" 'Then be doesn't nee this postotileer "No. Might nee iny one Of half a Ooze& 9gtlis.„.10,1 acdralf .11.00quf/ DON'T GIVE CONSUMPTION A CHANCE To Get a Foothold on Your System. Check the First Sign ef a Cold Sy Using DR. WOOD'S NORWAY PINE SYRUP. A cold, if neglected, will sooner or later develop into some sort of lung trouble, so we would advise you that on the first sign of a cold or cough you get rid of it immediately. Por this purpose we know of • nothing better than Dr. Wood'O Norway Pine Syrup. 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Milburn Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont. wap front a shelf. "Here's the place. Seven railroad stations on three dif- ferent roads within ten miles of it. Annalaka would be way out of his reach," "Yet Gansett Jim seems to be known here." "Oh, is it Blair that the Indian works for? I never snew. Closern a deaf mule with lockjaw, he is. Well, I ex- pect the reason he comes here occa- sionally is that it's the nearest license town. "Lo, the poor Injun when he wants a drink Will walk ten miles as easy as you'd wink." '"Do yoe know most of the postoffices around here?" "There isn't but one postmaster with- in twenty miles that I don't call by his first name, and she's a postmistress." "Then you could probably find out by telephone where the Blair family get their mail." "Easy!" "And perhaps what newspapers they take." "Wm! Yes, I guess so." "Try It as soon as you get back." "Back from where?" "Back from the medical officeri place. I think he must have returned by this time." "You want to see Tim Breed?" "No; just his records. Burial per- mits, I suppose, are a matter of public record." "Yes. All you've got to do is to go and ask for 'em. You won't need me." "Regrettable as his bad taste Is," said Kent with a solemn face, "I fear that Dr. Breed doesn't regard me with that confidence and esteem which one reads of in illuminated resolutions." "And you want me as an accelerator, eh?" smiled the lawyer. "All right. It's the Jane Doe permit you're after. suppose." "Which?" "Jane Doe. They burled the corpse from Lonesome Cove under that name. Unidentified dead, you know," TRUTH TELLS And the TRUTH Is Told— In Our Advertisements By HoLLANO: MERCHANTS have learn - Iva ed that the Truth Tells when the Truth is Told. Hence they are scrupulous that their advertisements are accurate. Back of every ad- vertisement, back of every statement made to attract custom, is the reputation of the merchant, his hope of continued success. Deception may be profitable for a time, but deception can- not be permanent, and the profit based on deception is necessarily brief. Truth is the more effeetive as it is of longer duration. Falsehood loses Its effectiveness as soon as it is discovered. The merchants who adver- tise in this paper are honor. able men, and this would make them truthful. But abeve all they are good best- riess men, and they know that TO BE SUCCESSFUL THEY MUST BE TRUTHFUL, Read the advertisements and profit by them. You Can rely absolutely On the state- ments made hi the advertlt- ing columns. —• CHAPTER XII. Loose Ends. AMBER, they went to the merlival officerai quarters. AL Breed bad come ie fifteen min- utea berme Without prelimi- nary Lawyer Bain arild: want to see that Jane Doe certifi- cate again." "Aren't you afraid or wearirn out the I Ink on 11, Adam?" retorted the other, with a furtive grin. "And 1," said Chester Kent In bis suavest manner, "venture to trouble you to show roe the certificate in the case of Wilfrid Blair." Something like a spasm shook the lineaments of Dr. Breed's meager face. "Blair!" he repeated, "How did you know"--- He stopped short. "How did 1 know that wurrta Blair Is dead?" Kent finished for hira. "Why, there has been time enough, hasn't there?" The physician's bands clawed nerv- ously at his straggling hair: "Time enough?" be murmured. "Time enough? I'm only just back from the Blair place myself," "Ab," commented Kent negligently. "Then he died within two fume or so?" "This morning," retorted the other. "It's all in the certidcate." "All?" inquired Kent, so significantly that Lawyer Bain gave him a quick look. "Ail that's your bnabiess or any- body else's," said Breed, recovering himself a bit. "Doubtless. And I'm to be permit- ted to see this document?" Breed pushed a paper across tile ta- ble. "There it is. 1 Islet finished mak- ing it out" "I see," said Kent, giving the paper a scant survey, "that the cause of death is set down as 'cardiac failure.'" "Well, svisat's the matter'svith that?" "31.fst a trifle noncommittal, isn't it? You see, we all die of cardiac failure, . . "That record's good enough for the law." except those of us who fall from air- ships." "That record's good enough for the , law," declared the medical officer dog- ' gedly. "Who was the attending physician?" "I was." "Indeed! And to what undertaker was the permit issued?" "It was issued to the family. They can turn it over to what undertaker they please." "Where is the interment -to be?" "Say, iooky here, Mr. Man!" cried the physician, breaking into the sud- den whining fury of hard pressed ti- midity. "Are you trying to learn me my busieess? You can go to the devil! That's what you can do!" "With your signature on my certifi- cate?" inquired the scientist, unmov- ed. "I won't trouble you se far, Dr. Breed. I thank yam" Outside in the street, Lawyer Bain turned to his client. "You didn't look at the Jane Doe paper at all." "No. I'm not so interested in that as in the other." "Something queer about this Blair death? Not another murder?" • One side of Chester Kent's face smiled. "No," said he positively, "certainly not that." "There has been a lot of scandal about young Blair, I'm told. Perhaps they're burying him as quietly as pos- sible just to keep out of the papers." "1 shouldn't consider his naethod of _burial likely to prove particularly quiet," returned Kent. "Of course I raaY be wrong, but I think not. The most private way to get buried Is in public." "Well, If a death was crooked I'd want no better man than Breed to help cover It. By the way, the sheriff has been away since yesterday afternoon on some business that he kept to him- self." "That also may Mean sonaething," revaluated Kent thatightfully. 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The Children.'s Panacea—The Mother's Friend. • GENUINE CASTORIA ALWAYS' Bears the Signature of In Use For Over 30 Years The Kind You Have Always Bought 1714 M CENTAUR COMPANY, NEW YORK CITY. ed himself in front of the drawing board, upon which bad been fixed, by means of thumb tacks, a square of rather soft white paper, exhibiting evidence of having been crumpled up and subsequently smoothed out. On the paper was a three-quarter draw- ing of a woman's head, the delicate face beneath waves of short curly b.air, turned a little from the left shoulder, which was barely indicated. Setting his useful monocle in his eye, Kent examined the work carefully. "I should take it," he pronounced at length, "to be a sort of a second hand attempt at a portrait" "You recognize it, though?" "It boars a resemblance to the face of the corpse at Lonesome Cove. Where did that precious work of art come from?" "Heaven knows! Ching Lung found the sketch lying on the doorstep with a cobblestone holding it down." "It isn't a sketch." "What would you call it, then?"' "A copy. If you had used your e3' es on it Instead of ,your temper, you tuight have seen at once that it is a tracing. Look for yourself, now." Taking the magnifying monocle that Kent held out, the artist scrutinized the lines of the picture. "By Jove: You're right," said he. "It's been transferred through tracing paper and touched up afterward. Rather roughly too. You can see where the copyist has borne down too hard on the lead." "What's your opinion of the likeness —if it is the likeness which you sup- pose?" inquired Kent "Why, as I remember the woman this picture is a good deal idealized. The halt' and the eyes are ranch the same. But the lines of the face in the picture are Otter. The chin and mouth are more delicate, and the whole ef- fect softer and of a higher type." "Do you see anything strange about the neck on the left side?" "Badly drawn; that's ail." "Just below the ear there is a sort of blankneas, isn't there?" "Why, yes. It seems curiously un- finished just there." "If you were touching it up how would you correct that?" "With a slight shading just there where the neck muscle should be, thrown up a bit by the turn of the head." "Or by introducing a large pendant earring which the copier has left out?" "Kent, you're a wonder! That would do it exactly. But why in the name of all that's marvelous should the trac- er of this drawing leave out the ear- ring?" "Obviously to keep the picture as near like as possible to the body on the beach." "Then you don't think it is the wo- man of the beach?" "No; I don't." "Who else could it possibly be?" "Perhaps we can best find that out by discovering who left the drawing here," "That looks like something of a job." "Not very formidable, I think. Sup- pose we run tip to the village and ask the local stationer who has bought any tracing paper there within a day or two," As the demand for tracing paper in Martindale Center was small, the stos tioner upon being called on had no dif11- tufty In recalling that Elder Dennett had been in that afterneen and made Bach a purchase. "Then he reUst have discovered something after 1 lett him," said. Kent to Sedgwick, "for be never could have kept his secret it he'd bad it then." "That What Metive etitild he have?" cried the staid. I "Jest mischief probably'. That' enough motive for his sort." Turning the etoreitceeers .1Sant Ott. you liapPen t� know heti AM Mimed spent the early part of this afternoon?" "I surely do. He was up to Dim- mock's rumniage auction, an' he got something there that dckled him like a feather. But he wouldn't let on what it was." "The original!" said Sedgwick. "What does Dimmock deal in?" "All kinds or odds and ends. He scrapes the country for bankrupt sales an' has a big auetiou once a year. Everybody goes. You can find any- thing from a plow handle to a second hand marriage certificate at his place." • "We now call on Elder Dennett," said Kent That worthy was about closing up shop when they entered. • "Don't your lamp work right yet, Professor Kent?" he inquired. 'Perfectly," responded the scientist. "We have come to see you on another Imatter, Mr. Sedgwick and I." "First let me thank you," Said Sedg- wick, "for the curious work of art you left at my place." "Hay-ee?" inquired the elder, with a rising inflection. • "Don't take the trouble to lie about it," put in Kent. "Just show us the original of the drawing which you traced so handily." The town gossip—shifted tmeasily from foot to foot. "lEfotv'd you know I got the picture?" he giggled. "I didn't find it myself till I got back frotn the auction." "Never mind the process. Have you the original here?" "Yes." said. 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