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Chapter NumberIX
Chapter TitleUNDER COVER OF THE NIGHT.
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Newspaper TitleEuroa Advertiser (Vic. : 1884 - 1920)
Trove TitleWritten in Red; Or, The Conspiracy in the North Case. A Story of Boston
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iWR°1ITTEN 'IN RiED;. ?,own in it, " there are two things that strike Ott. THme as peculiar. There are two men inORTH OASEh5 A STOR1Y OF BOSTON. Br CnAS. Muarasiss AxNs C. W. Bras. t case who naturtly come under sus Nicion-one of them because . has no Wheton the other beStatuse his history isnext " And the man with no history is ':" "aThor inton Stapekhouse. You may or mat Sunot beday aware ofter the funeral, te hat unti ned a peal ored in formation tenyears ago, he was unthe Neith villa. nQuiown to anybodye of thee parts, and the of his earlier life there are only extantto-day ougthe vagues qut and most confictinge of Detectiverumour Lam?m.a said Lamm; "as y I Theayor may not have been aware of them anct. possibWell, then, rus to the other man whosegan his ditory ispeculiar ?" closures.ferred, Lmm, to r. ichard et "At the uresent fines Reun." lie said, giving the ollice chair a twirl before sittin down in it, "there prine twoal thing abouthat strike w-hich would at once strike an ohserver." me "And why does this maren bentoappear Bis ecase who naturally comundersta his rela picion-one of them because lie has no tions toy the orther familybecauseor his motivestory in his pelations to them."r." "Tell mthe man with yoknow and I try to hepis" ?'ou."• "From what people down at the shore gossipmay not appe ware of that Fetridge madet the acquatil tane ap peared in Boston ten years ago, he was un known te orths anybody int Swampscott three pears ago.nd that of his earlier life there are only extant to-day The vgyounet mand most conflicting at rume hotelurs. Ho never refers in anthyling its his life more methan the years old. So, seems to have been arti history."t " Umbat m"sid Lamm: " as you sayt I mularly s truck with areon awarthe ofelder dau ct.r, ndWell, thegan to go theo ther man whose historyod al. peclr"I referred, Loum, to Mr. Deohard Fet . ud a4 IBevdrofState streent, appearance is the principal thing about him whid probably might havone strike married hn obserr but old man Nores th'sis man begin to appearopposition." " Ah!" Mr. Lamm lit a new cigar. " Didn't usike thei young fello?, "h?" "May havse liked him well enough, but didn'ta ..want a man without money for a son-in-law," rejoined Thomas. "tunt Marionorth family, not his own daughter his relations to them." adopted her whenshewas a "Tear old, and he had yno and I'll try to helpaving you." " chi ld of his own, and torth seemed to thinkp, it a ppears that Fetridge made the aequaintance of the N o rther after Swmpcotelta came as before. Of course, one way of showing his liking was his ?n~xietv to have Marion well married. At all[ vents hehe oldng man was aturned a cold shoulder totel, met the young ladies, oeems to have been parti Felryidge, whosrc with Maris only a struggling lawyhter, with nothing but his wits to depend on for a living. Hisbegan to go to the house suddenly stopped. People will talk-, you know, and people maid flint Fetridge wven dead in love with the girt, About twoably migonths after he ceasrried to call at for ohe placen arion North's became oppotiion on.tack house." "There was plenty of gossip about that event at Swamascott, I'l1 be bound," was the detec tive's comment. " Of course. :Everybody said she married Stackhouse for money, although she was in lovike with the other fellow. Some people go soh?" "M ay have liked him well enough, hutdidn't awont a to say withaout Marioney and Fetridge hadw," rome lovers' quarrel, and so separated. Others. SBpet Marionth washom arion is no avourighte, did "No. But be adopted her when sli was a beingar old, tad he had no expaectation of having a child of his own, mid North seemed to think as mureed with of her father that Stachouse we as before. Of coertainty and the youf showing his lawyer oiking was hisi anxbiity so have Maris mon well married. At al corned, eetris, the aoldch man turned a cold shoraculdearl to "Ah! If friend North had dreamed that in few weeks trietrdge, who was only a struggling lawy very, with andsome property in Austraia, I think our a living. His visittackhouse would the hoave suddenly dismisstopped About the lawyer. It waftr he ceas an uncle, I heallr, that Sthe place, Marion North becme Mtridoe went toak house." not in the plenty of gossip about that mvch oft a .t Swamscot, I'll me bound," was the home, tive's comment. "Of o 's surse. Eprise, hmdy ad she married -"Exactly; well ?" " "Well, he began to feel drawn towards the Sorths again. This time althe old manshe was invery lad to have him ongoodtermswith thth other fellow. Some peope gofamily. far as to osay that Marion and Fetridge had somhe almighty dollqarrel, andyou kno separtedw. I don't meanOther to slur a dead man's memory, but Paul North peowas a disciple of Marimmon if ever there wasdid .Oninthe wold, he que"?stio nvrbodys rdinary influence over Paul NVorth ? I attri not hesitate to say thnning ateringto the old woman's being ongest passon-oavl and calc. ut not to digress.nd agreed with her father that Sisrkhosse wan a cetdge visitey and the houseng lawyer onlyfor a monthssi a t o , a n d it w as g os ep eda 'd o w a th e sh o r Mfies Stella. Iam not at all certain as to the "Ah If friaod North had damed that infe steal business called Fetridge awaywould fll heir to amvery handBoston. At any rate that was the explanationur friend Stackhosne would have boon dismissod for the lawyer. It wa an uncle, I hpear, thate Australia to settle op the estate, as perhaps you know, not in the least expecting to get much of anything. ofrt in nine months e cme hoeme, to everybody's surprise, himself incleded, a millionaire." " ractly; well F" Well, he began to feel drawa n towards the went away on some business connectee with o"That's again. This time the old manss," was the detetvery's glad to have him on goodo ermei at the family. The almighty duller, you knew. I don't mean to slur a dead man'n memory, hat Paul North ar a disciple of Mamon, if ever there was one in there wasno lovThe qulostion i between Stakeryhody'use month is, how did Starkhsme attain his extra -ordinary influence over Paul North? I attni bute it to his canning catering to the old moss's and Fetridge visited the hocause of their a mutual "dislike may or may not be hard to determine," ord Thomas,nd in a measipped ndowne; "but the shore that the Apollo had turned his attention to Miss Stll. I am not atr all erto n as to the acorrectness of that assumption mys beforethat he." "H on quite as goohad a standing with theis foramilyer a.s ever. The way in which he was trusted in theliking funeral arraion, you gements shows that much" Mr. Lamm fockeund than answering lk from is c his co-worker that made a spoken response superfluous. 'ookust about a mo.the room, and coming baproes -atonal business called Fetridge away from Boston. At asy rate that was the explanation given by the young lawyer, who appeasr to have *entered into qnite intimsate relations with the firm of North and Stackchouse since be came hack from Australia with his millioun. Water street man I saw at the funeral told me he believed Fetridge hacked the concern, and went away on some busineas connected with . "That's a mere goesa," was the detectiv'e's Comment. "We muot try to get at the real canoe for this trip. You do net imagine that *any disagreemento with the family of the firm could have been at the bottom of itt" " 9There was no love lost between Stackhouie and Fetridge. The cause of their mutual -dislike may or may not be hard to determine," said Thomas, in a meaning tone; "hut I'm very certain, from what has taken place eince Mr. North's death-Fetridge did not come hack, you know, until two days before-that he -is on quite as goad a standiag with the family as ever. The way in which he was trusted in the funeral arrangements shows that much

stopped of rout of Thomas as he sat fingering his watch-fob. "There's a mystery about this man Fet ridge," he said with emphasis. "What you hasve found out about him simply confirms my feeling quite warranted, by my own knowledge of the man and his circumstances, that Pet ridge is a person to be very carefully watched. Mark my words, young man. The day you find out what secret is shared by Marion North Stackhouse and Richard Fetridgo will mark a great advance in the progress of this investi gation." When detective and reporter parted, after soae further interchange of views, a certain line of policy was agreed upon. Richard Pet ridge was to be kept constantly in sight. For the goings and comings of the youing lawyer in the city Mr. Laimm declared his purpose to fully account, while Mr. Thomas was to be the sentinel on duty at Swampscott. Not tihat he intended by any means to anchor himself down there permanentlry; but he did propose to provide himself inmmediately with some means by which he should be kept in formed of the movements of the aforesaid gentleman, and especially of his future associa tions with the North family. It was partly with this end in view, but more immediately with the intention of testing Fetridge by a personal interview, that he retusmed to Swamp scott that very Sunday evening, arriving there just after dark. The hand of IDestiny was more active in this axnedition than Mr. Thomas could even in the reisotest degree have ima gined. Not only was the course of his own life determined thereby, hbut it is just possible that if he had deferred his visit until Monday, as a less eager investigator would have done, the North tragedy might have remained a mystery for ever. The slightest delay of the train, a differsence in the rate of his walk through the t ,in, a divergence in the course of his thoughts-any of these things, upon so slender a thread great events sometimes hang-would have been equally fatal to his eventual elucidation of the problem or the progress of the events recorded in this narrative. But it happened that he was passing the North estate a little before is o'clock, and that just then the whim seized him to enter the Lroad gateway and have a look at the silent, gloomy mansion upon which the heavy pall of death ais ill fortune had visibly fallen. Thece might he something stirring-some face, some light, some whispered conversation, perhaps or was it that the swet sad face of North's orphaned daughter still haunted him and lured him out of his path? At all events it would not necessitate much of a delay, for the abiding place of Richard Yet sidge was but a short distance beyond. At first sight it did not seem possible that be should gain anything by entering the grounds. There was not even a light visible from his standpoint on the driveway. It might have been, thou<ght Mr. Thomas, some long-aban doned ruin For all the semblance of life that could be seen about it. He was turning away, when his attention was attracted by a noise close by him as of a window cautiously opened, and immediately after he became aware of the flutter of white skirts at a window in the second story. Instinctively lie drew back into the bushes. The night was dark, but the phosphorescent gleam that seems to distinguish objects even in a dark landscape, enabledhim to see that somebody had emerged from the window and was coming down a trellis work into the garden. He heard the snapping of the frailwoodwerk, the cracking of the vine that clung to it, and finally theprecipitate, pro bably unintentional, drop to the ground, and the accompanying thud. But the figure gathered itself up quickly-came towards him -passed him- breathing with audible excite ment. It was a figure veiled and closely mufflled in a long cloak-the figure of a woman. "Is it one of the servants ?"' Thomas asked himself, as he observed her hurried steps until Uhe gate was reached, her backward glance, as f hesitating for a moment whether to go on or to return, and then a quick, almost headlong light directly up the street in the direction of Marble Head. "She cannot be going to the town, at any rate whoever she may be," was Mr. Thomas's mental comment. "Is she a thief or a servant? I shall make it my business to know more about the matter, at all events.". , t ate v bread., uii w_- Wa " n' - ..n rhomas followed the woman, keeping her as well in sight as the darkness would permit. Regarding one point therecould be no doubt n the watcher's mind. The fugitive knew the reoad she was taking, and followed it with a fixed purpose. Mr. Thomasbegan to find it a matter of some difficulty to keep her within view; especially as the thick foliage made theis darkness in some places very black indeed. Suddenly the woman left the road, and ran across the lawn of a private estate. Thomas hastened after her, expecting to cre her enter at the servants' door. But, to his surprise, she avoided the house, and eventually come out upon the rocks behind it, overlooking the sea. " She is going out upon the shore," mut tered the reporter to himself, as he saw her climbing down out of view from the higher land on which he stood. It was a moonless night, and only now and hen could be observed the trembling light of a star. Meost of the sky was heavily overcast, but near the eastward, where the cloud and the ocean seemed to touch, there was a broad band of comparative light, Do what he might in the way of precaution, he reporter stumbled once and fell heavily. Fearing that the round might have startled the human magnet that had thus drawn him to wards the ocean's verge. Thomas did not rise for a moment. But when hlie gained his feet and looked cantiously ahead, the figure was still going onward at unchecked speed. "Utterly absorbed in what she basin mind," hought Thomas. "And going straight to wards the water, too! I don't know much about this district, but I think there is a little paint of rocks out yonder, just in the direction the woman is taking. What if the creature should have come to this lonely spot at night o end her life?" Startled at the thought, the reporter made baste, so that in case of emergency he might be ready to act. Nearer and nearer he approached the un known wanderer. She stood still atlast upon a rock that overhung the water that splashed nonotonously along the long beach. The night wind swayed the folds of her loak as she remained there for amoment like a statute. Her veil, too, was blown to one side, but her ook was out to sea, and tha eager eyes of the watcher, crouching now in a little grassy hollow close at hand, could not catch even a leeting glimpse of her face. ' Suddenly, with a quick motion, the woman drew something from her breast, and cast it saterward with all her strength. The effort seemed to exhaust her, for she sat down a roment, clasping her hands before her face. The weakness was only transient. With nervous hands she pulled the veil over her face and wrapped this long cloak closely around her. Almost headlong was the haste with which tl. figure turned towardstheroad agaen.d "Looking neither in right nor left, hsh poassed. very near the man who had thus played the] spy upon her. No affrighted fawn, thought Thomas, could have run more fleotly, under he spell of any dread whatsoever. Por an instant the reporter wasrn a quandary. He desired to do two things at once-to follow the fleeting figure; to stop and investigate. He stood up, looking aiter her. " Queer thing 1" he thought. " She is not going back to the North villa-at least not by the same route by which we have come. She ontinues on the road towards the Phillips Beach station. Can it be that this woman has been kept hera in hiding, and is going away ? Perhaps ifll hurry I ran still overtake her." He stumbled hastily across the rock to the place where she had stood when she threw the something, which had aroused his curiosity; iowards the water. It was well nigh a hope less quest. He stood for a moment in the very attitude which he had seen her occupy, the lonesome swash of the sea in his ears, measuring the distance with his eye, and trying to calculate the limit of her forms. He walked down slowly in a straight line to the very edge of the water. The tide seemed very near the flood. "Quite hopeless. Not a chancein a million," he said at once. "But if I mark the spot and the height of the tide, by daylight to-morrow I can investigate with possible chance of He was lookingabout him for some object by which to secure the necessary landmarks, when his glance was attracted to a glittering some thing on a point of rock about which the water flowed. Even as he looked a wave dashed over it, obscuring it foy the time, only to leave it, gleaming in areflected light again as the dark !elment receded. An astonished, incredulous stare! No, it eould not be; and yet it would payhim to make urei! He drew off his shoes and socks and pre pared himself for the effort of investigation. A few cautious steps brought him so near that there couldbe no mistake. He uttered an in voluntary ery, andphuugingforward, regardles of a thorough wetting from an unexpected -wave, g~rasped the glistessing object am his

OKAIPTSZR .--WrnzuisnS ?. thing struck m as so peuliar that I went afterviously cuher a bit, but somthe identity of the fugithe slip. I the North household, this curiosity had end demust say I never sawinto acute womaniety who could gethatho had discovered the nature of her mission to the waover ide. Rather than she sould escape at Thomas momwaited to hear would willingly forfeit as ff montl's' salary. He felt the keen oxcitementof likthe an arrwho finds himself oown the vedangerously dark rof a momentous discovery. Thrusting his pistol into his pocket, he has lied. tened to was a fruitles his clothing, and, at the tp of his speed, made up the read in the directionoths wombreath, had gone. He reached the PhSwampscott station just Beach station, only to find ithblarkoonddeserted. in there wato see the dosolitary figure of a man crossing a lanter open paeyed him curiously Thomas he castened to the platforst him. "Has the last train's gone," he saird," he inquired.curtly. "Train!" echoesaid r. Thoe mas. "It's rather is no hard luck tha of mino-night. The tre'sagainleaves from Swascotme sure. I hadtation a mishap-a.26. It's notg, as youeat seew; andy what with one thinge track, ut and another, Itoo late," he addulked, looking at his watch.ouldn'tcar Anly t a lady was to meet cme like an inspirationr and to Boston with me in the train." th Le with a veil and lon oer.k" "YouShe went eon in the traiwoman running down thatmy track a moment or twyou,but thadre's yne?"chance "Wy 1e,"rtrs the mn vdnl et. You mayth coincidenatch that horse car into Bdstnhe asked m the very same questionif you did, anurry."d started Tomas win chas perfectly aware of th is a good ten minutes ago. -The fact was, theowhole thing strnek me asnna peculiar that I went after her at, but hue thanked the man withme the lanternip. I roust say I nsever saw a woman who coold get ver the gratefully, and Set o ut o r the corner indicated. Theomar was passing to hearust as he arrived, ands f like Thomas rrowent win th it aseit rattled its rouslowy dark road bed. into Boston- a fruitslowness thase.t was magnified aotof hundredfol, he reached by the reporter's keen impstation just. ine was anxios to examinse the loweapo man of whearing he had so strangely bei couslyme posssed, but hepon tho platform. did noLast traconsider it prudent to d so until e. was free from observationmas. It's The opportunity arrived luck that ofunder an electric lo-night. Fin a quiet me0 ours. I bad a mishap-a ducking, on you street odf the cithy. thing and aotheI "Calive bre?" ba hed ery way. commented.ro onl"Thirty-two! I thought lady was to much. Theold go Bofashion withed four-barrelled pepper-box of a kindme in the train." "Lady with a veil and long cloak 7 "Yes." "Sbsirent ma in the train without you, my frin use before the war. Ah! Sharp's opatent, hac yet. You may'catch that horoo car itot ildston by way of Lyon if you hurry." 1Mr59. ThProbably a reminiscencware of lorth's younger days. Breeed h-loading, too. Th lantere's no veryaim to the thingfully, at long range, but nit's a ru fordeadly the weaponer indic a hanted.to-hand conflict. And it The mca won panning just askse arrived, end contains aent wipresent? Let'as sit rattled its slow do you inget the confounded th-a long openthat? Ah! bytmagnified a lttle button above th reportriger. So, so. impThreee. full cartridgeos and one exampty shell. The smutof which he had no strangely become posseseed, hat he idof the pownsider is still upon the muzzle. as ue-til e was free from obsorvation. The opportunity artlr fived, ander not yet cleandctric light, i what street of tho city. "Calibr coul?" have taken so little pains tolly commncealed. a"Thilty-two I tosgt as ch. Tho old-" fashioned four-barrelled pepper-boa of a kind in use beforhastily thrust the pistol from sight andt, 1 185. Probablydrew a long breath. rem coincidscence was out ofrth's thyoungquestion. BrHe no eelloadinger doubted there's no aim to the thing~at long range, but itsa a deadly eaportance ofin a hans discovery. Lucknfliet.r wasnd it contains at present? Let's see. flow do you t get t he confounded thing open? A! m. this littler. Thomas walked the owardsigger. So, so. Thuaree I in deep reflection. "fl cServant or some and one inempty shell. The mut ofueried. " One or the on ther, assuredly. Ife cservantly fired, andwe musnot yetook out for another at fool could have takema so little pahans tc cemnceal a guilty fact?" Hotive hastiln any Lamm and I have con-d t idrew a long breath. A coincidence was out ofh tIe question. Xe no longer doubted the fat Swampscott should he watched. I may have to poreave town. If his disovery. Luck-or wasst be kept it n fatormed." trangelyfavoured him. y this time r. Thomas walked towards Scollay Square in deep reflection. "Sordervans of the district wherone infe is stirring," he queried. "Onht or the other, assuredly. Ifday. twas late, webut n?o so lateo that for another Ick sidered. If somesnel e hiding, protected at the d taunts. alcrime, the groupt is gall the more necessarmoky thallt Swm" rscott should be watched. I mayoer the merits leavdemerits o own. f stheir respectiv be kept in-ms, formed." Byhos wathis time Mr. Thomed as a friend of long bordHe took the dir chaffing about thlife ouis stirring, nd visible signas day wetting with cha - teristic good humour ; and, between repartees It was late, rought abrot so late the faces ofthe hackis. mensso, iates, managclined to introdciale certapin tersey, were not still to ha found in their accustomed haunts. Byuestions asll to the groups gattered in smoky "alhand. "Eastern dep~t? Why, Big Jim had a fare from there to-night. Hero, Big Jim, eanight" resta off your palavents, or taking ther the meridames at that and demerits of their respective Scoes,ss Thable a momens and welcome and friend of long!" standill, im nodded to the reporter, and wasng. Xe look their chaffing about the outward reand visible seatedigns of his wetting with him at a conference termItec goad humour; and, between repartees that brought a broth parties ad grin an underto ne. his as"The fare was a woman, Thomas."in tee qusti A woman is to the matter I'm looking for." "Well, this one washyso wrapped upBig Jim couldn'hd a fake frmuhof here to-night. Herwi, sayBthig is, hleave wasn't old, and slaver withas saredasomes at thinat r other almoment anto d ea nd th." s Thomas!" Ob"Where did you take hersummons, with ready good "willTo the Alban reprter, and was presently seated with bias at a eanference carried on by both parties in an undertone. "To the fare was a womlban, !" Thomas's face fell. "Yes, sir;woman is whaet I'mre. She saidng tor." me in a uicWell, this of wasoy, like wrappeds if frightenedn't a omake much of her acman, won'oks; but you pleaseay thiakes, hi wasn't oldney and shbuy me a ticket for Hart-hing or other almost to death." ord ?' To be sure I woherd, and did,Jim old?" a To the Albany."f an. The Alwomany!" Thomas's fa tremble whenfell. utthYes, sir; jestand there. changShe said to me in a quick sort of way, like as if frightened at something, ' Haekman, won't you please take this money end buy me a ticket for Hart. ford ?' To be sure I would, and did, oldc man. The woman was all of a tremble when1 I put the ticket and the change in her hand.t She mumbled out something or other thank you, I sunpose- and ran to the train, although she had fifteen minutes to spare; that I 11 o'clock express, you know. Something t wrong with her, of course " a' "I don't know that, Jim," answered Thomas, cautiously. "I guess she can't be the person I wanted, after all." The two parted excellent friends, as alwayvs. For an hour or more the reporter workedat his desk. Then he curled up in his chair fora nap, irpressing upon one of the ", night owls' there on duty to wake him at 4.45 without fail. When the gong clashed at the Albany station old5 the next morning. amosg the passeagers on that early train--well-named "acoemmoda tion"--was lir. Thomas. In one hand he held acopy of. the city edition of the morning Posies Gl?e~. The other heda ticket to 0~? ford. It-was 10.30 beforethe Charter Oak city was ,arbed. Mr. Thomas's first efforts broueght him into contaotwith the Jehus of the Con nerticut capital. It was not at all a difficult matter to find the whereabouts of the solitary back driver who waited for a chance passenger on the night trains; but Tom Ludlowiwas asleep, and the reporter found the time on his hands ntil noon. " How are you, Sir ?" said Ludlow, stretchingc himself and yawning as he met the inquirer who had been wailing for his awakening. Bothi were at the door of the hotel stable. "A lady fat? Yes. She's safe enough. Friend of yours-relative?" Mr. Thomas thereupon set forth, with much euarnestness, that he had missed the young woman through an unavoidable accident, 1 that they were going to a friend in Hart ford, and that he had been much dis turbed over the fact that she had been obliged to make the journey at night alone. "Naturally," he said in closing, "I am anxious enough about her. She's a timid girl; too young to he out alone lake this. But I couldn't help it. I hope you bestowed her safely somewhere. At her friend's, I sup pOSe ?" The coachman flicked a fly off the post near which he was standing with great accuracy. "You are wrong there. Her friends were out of town. The girl did not know what to do-cried, and to on. 'Course I felt sorry for her, and I drove her to the hotel. Know ing the night clerk, I just said a word in his car that ths lady was all right, and he gave her a roam. Canions, though, why ehe'd wrap bereeld op so ! I didn't get a ?peek et her face at all."" " She'sootbeen well at all recently. Fact is, lbs iourney was partly taken on amcount otIher health,' answered the reporter. "But I am greatly indebted to you for the kindness you have shown her under these unfortunate circumstances. Here's a two-dollar bill to prove it Take it man ; it's all right. And now, where la the lady?" "In the house, yonder," returned Ludlow, pointing with bin whip. "I registered her name as ' Miss Brown, Boston.' The clerk will find out for you whether she is up et. She looked tired enough when she went oer room, lean tell yno."

the clerk listened with professional courtesy to been slept in, and the woman must have stolen Mr. Thomas's statemedblankly into the clerk's "Wface've otry sligeen her yet," of the shouldaid. "Vers waslikely, however, the only comeayt of that functionary.and dressed y The reporte. Ir ciught its meaning. " The poor? girl must be out of her head, and is rront! wadeMr. Thoming about somewhere," he said.the Permit me to pay the bill for ther follodging." Tame, whichlerk bowed.. "Should she chaarried to room Mn. WILLStac G. Werassrsroa. "Whreturn ohie I am away," be she addwill be frightened,you will dtuppsain her, I am sure, courteously, butname," firmly'. Ilow- .unfortunate ! How" very un Thomas thought. " t I mt see her at all hazaerds." SIt is barely possible that the laoy had returnedy may havearig been frightened away, if she was in a state of nervous prostration, as you intimate," re the carked in the clerk, more cordial in manner nowhand. that th"little account for three night's lodgingsr; pretty had been settled. "Dut, upon my word, I can inot und. "Therstand washy. 't.a sound in the orm ix othate u ea the floor, and hey were OThce sudden lor.k of alarm on Thimself toface ws lost upon the clerkof. the glstanced at the clock, and noted that the hanudlpointed at half. past 12. - "Tell the chambermaide in the office when you left the yml lady last night ?" he asked. !Can you Ludlow pondered a moment. "Letme se. The night clerk. The night While the-rorder. as being carried- out, port course.- Anybody else?' " Why, yes. Stern was there. Olicer Sien a. A p olieautlyoulknow. MIerely having a Thomes stood motionsees at the desk, the prey. of v ahink the usdy noticed him " It was the schabermaid hesel A whow Saeto the office willys; ls key of room Xu in her it? MIuffied up, nervous, hurrying off tochef hand------------- ý - "There'stan that in this une room,"eted appa Glared, with eaierness. " The bed bee not bretioen slept in, aaof the wopoliceman hmt had fouvd the cause 'away daring the night." - Mr. Thomas looked blankly into the clerk's f the disappearance of the fugitive, shomaulders swat not thce only comment of that functionary. The reporter caught its meaning. "The prove to be the fugitive was found, half an hour later, at a little restaurant much fre unted by early markutetmen not faher from theand i w-asdering woman like you describe awe here," h said. Peraboumit s4 o'clo pay the bis mor hering," answeredlodging." to Thomas's inquiries, the old man who ke pt the clerk bowed." "She took a cup ofshe chanoffee andto resandwich, il I asked me taway,"he road to Windsor wiLocks. A ver, I am sure, ct-spen femoalye. uthe rowdl. he.ow- unornashe ha bowvery t own fortuceestel" - - Iand rest awhile;ibl that the streets and roads were no plae forigee a womay, if she was in at that hour. Then, if erou'll believe itsheoa you intimate,"n away. ?he took that street yonder towards ?East Hart feorked bridge. I had half a mind to call aftnner now that she little account for the night's lodgingswanted ead bren settled.- "But, sepis? myword,I can. Poor creetu '"' othe uestreetad why.ich the reporter nownly followed r led directly tos en the ooriverr, and the bydg separat-e qing the busy capital from the quiet village o East Hartford r. Thomas took himself to Ath suddenigthourht asof the stable, dthestream was fortunate esoaghi'to find Ludlow there, making renta chill to his heart ccue stoppedd call at the railway depot. -- - bose tWo easkre if an the officedy had when you leften the yopass during lsthe night? t no watchhad n you recolt. After most in uncertainty for everaldlmoments, Ta momecided to cross the Siver ande see. The night clk for developments in the little town beyond. porter." ' ",of course.- Anybody else ?" A milk waghyon was jogging onwas to there. Officerom Staniment of jingoliceng cans, you know. Merely havinged a friendly clhat witls the clerk." '-into oiik the broad mady street. Ited himalted at a "May he so- may -he. Anyhow, Stem ejoticed her. We' all did. How could we help it? p tulled up, nservo, hurrying oil tolher Jtam k ety" d To sof ithe pleaant-lookhat ing man, this unexpected appa hairy face, as he laid tehe reins overund the back ofae of the disappeaaranc of the fugitive, Thomas set ot once mere on his search. The rt takes a goodish what might perchance prove to tey quesgitieon, but it iwas found, half aren nhouterest and importanct a little rsto me. Whel did your quested by early marketmen not far from the "A little after 4." "And did Yes, a womu an like to meet a woman, allhere habut -d o'clo k this oonioug," naswered, to T"hosns's inquiries, the old man who ie p; the place. "She took a cap of coffee ansd a saonc. " h, tolnd askJim there was sometho Wing queer Locke. A very pleasanst-spoken female. She tlencked me kindly through her veil whcen I-. showedt her. Yes, I did see her, and stoppedtteritdown andtoo, jrest awhiboulet where tyou are standing nowere no plac'The foor a woman is not responsible for what, if hyou'll beieves dog" said Thomas. "up am searching away. for her took that street yonder toww.s East Hat "Ahford bridge. milkman smackeind tohis lls infterher that she wons going the wrong way if she waseted tojEat to WindsosrLocks,~ but she was oat of1 his eagernheshos. "OuTakeof her ihn charge, h ? Thomae noddeet which the red.rter now followedd. led directly to the river and the bridge separat i ell, sir, she is as quick, tha quiet vllager afoot as t ever see, man or woman; and goodns A onuddeknows where she has got to byac this time.am snt a chills so uncommon to seart.e such topp tiguredat that I took a pretty olose note of her huryn galong rboam thse bridgeto asknd I put myself i seen the way all of a sudden on purpose. eh gave a pass ttledurig the nighted, andbut no wat her hand been ko me appealing like. It was as white a ainty for several moments, Tshe'omas never had oany rougss the work to do, I'll be bound, poor thing!" " er over the gate with his mouth opein the little I town beyond. orA milk wggon was jogging o to the accom- In paniment of jingling con, as Thomas triined itol the bright thing, street. It halted at ato pleasant farhoso not fatry to stop me, foriver. "Just hack from the city ?" asked Thomassof I sakthe l' But I slee the poor thing withas wel n-aed, fagged out, and I just took her arm and hairy face, as linto the kitchen, wover the rack of 1 his well-fed bay. - u cleared awy s?od luck would have it. " Wife,' sir. It taks a goodirl as good a warmake my rouinds." -- - '"Pardon my question, hust it is one of great , interesta and importance tome. Whesat and you set out?" "A little after 4." - "Adrink;d did you mus ance out a go meetd breakfast,' Ia wrapped up in a cloak, on your way over?" C'Ale!" answered the moilkman~, interested at1 yabout her. Yes, all r ight; we'll keep er, andway. But what-er, vertoo, just about whereerrand, you wantre standirength to arrywit Cad." "The omasr womas listening with impatient eager-what thanks. e is "Don't mention ing," said Thomas. "I am er. Whoing could 'a done different ? Well, to make a long stfor hert, I watched her eat, but I must say a "Alefl" Themilkman smacked his lips in his eagernes. "Take her in charge, ey ael after thanking us-oth lke a lady, she set out Burnsid r, she is as quick wa traveller afoot as loeversee, man or wohean and goodness o, tell youws what: bttere she h get to by thieam so time where. She's far ahead, you know." It was so uncommon to ace such a figure that I took a pretter advicclose could bete off ered or foying alongwed. frand clouds of reddish dust myarked his rapidn the way aerll of a sudden on purpostwice. She gave a Onceshe had stopped to drink at a wayside well, and a group of children had watched haner toas she rested a momen. It and then went on, closely cloaked and veiled, though the morning 3 nce "le had stoped at a farmer's door for a glass of milr; she'f never a sick traveller inroh work to do, I'll be bound, poor thn! - 1 "'I'm not meaning you any hares,' I says to he road aboveJim, lishe had saidiot,in urstood staringed expla-at natiher over the glasate withis mouback after amoment for awith oung woman like you to be racing alongks. mad-like at this hour of hpace nighjust as a diffsn't exacult sandy hill was being surmounted, Thomas's to glyou francekly, you in the broad expanse of land. despaie bringly, ander thesaid, You don't know t Youing su, canu' seght i a sol ry woman's fo gure onage aoumt, ande last. to e r n The roads crossed just at the summit of the hill, and urging hishorseto the utmost, Thomas soon came within view of the figure again, this time not far away. elDid the anknown journeyer have some . -oWife g thate. gl was p gued? a It war 1 drko; fou. stmaked like a- hunted b reature I le te youa go.f you dlzon'tlwnt uhes toloo at

nearer andran into the thick wood that skirted one Bide of the road as if in desperate search of refuge. a SThomas leaped from his carriage and was at her aide in an instant. His touch on her shoulder seemed to paralyse all power 'of motion. She gave a stifled cry. The long cloalk, already tangled in the thicket, fell to her feeo. With a last vain effort to go on, she staggered and reeled. As she fell, fainting and worn, in his arms, the veil that had concealed her features for so many a weary hour became freed from its fastenings and drifted away. 't Good heavens!" Thomas almost gave way himself in the shook of discovery and the fol. lowing revulsion of feeling. 'Stella N Eorth!" MO ien cOyrTct"ED.)