6
IN FOG AND MIST.
Morning gray as any nun.
Not a hint of coming sun.
Fog and mist, across the dawn.
Have their heavy ctrtalns drawn.
Dripping branches, bare and hrown—
Shall we smile or shall we frown?
Hear the voices faint and far:
"All unsightly as we are
Every tree heart holds within
Faith In nature's discipline.
80 we welcome skies like these,
Welcome all her mysteries."
Rose trees, shrouded In the gloom.
Do you ever hope to bloom?
"What of dreary mists outside?
Happy secrets do we hide.
All the glory of the rose.
Do our folded buds inclose."
Robin, In a world forlorn.
Do you frown away the morn?
Bhake of wing and swelling throat—
"Nay, 1 sing my gayest note;
Dear old world, it needs my lay.
Under skies so dull and gray."
Shall I then, when clouds arise.
Meet them with despairing eyes?
Eet my heart forget its faith,
And my hope go down to death,
While the world, the clouds among,
Needs all faith and hope and song?
—A. E. Woodworth, in Chicago Advance.
j A CLEW BY WIRE |
i Or, An Interrupted Current. •;
E BY HOWARD M. YOST.
§ Copyright, 1896, by J. B. Lippincott Co.
CHAPTER VI. — CONTINUED.
The remainder of the forenoon was
■pent ingoing through the barns and
over the farm.
A small structure, twenty or thirty
feet from the house, liad been used to
do the cooking, baking, churning,
washing and ironing in. We could not
gain access to the cookinp house, as it
had been called, the door being locked.
There had been no care taken of this
place, and I could hardly see through the
dust and dirt which obscured the win
dows, when I attempted to look inside.
"There is nothing to be seen in there,
anyhow," I said. But I remembered
the pile of cakes and the loaves of bread
which had issued from the old Dutch
oven built in one side of tlie cook
house. How I wish for some of the
good things now!
After a midday dinner, I harnessed
the horse in the buggy. According to
my instructions, my agent had provided
me with a single rig, and I now pro
posed to use it to drive Sarah home and
then keep on down the road, past Sid
ington Station, across the river to
Twineburgli, in which place Mr. Sonn
tag, my lawyer, resided.
I had never seen Mr. Sonntag. My
former agent had died nearly a year
ago, and six months after his death
Sonntag had bought the law business
from the heirs.
I had been advised of this fact by a
circular letter from the present incum
bent, giving references as to abilty,
honesty, etc. Mr. Sonntag had also re
quested me to allow him to assume
management of my small estate. As
Mr. Perry, the president of the bank,
•was down among the names of refer
ence, I was most willing to grant Mr.
Sonr.tag's request, and wrote him to
that effect.
On the way to Sarah's house I un
bosomed myself to the good old soul.
I told her of my hopes regarding Flor
ence, wild my fears that those hopes
would never be realized.
"Ach. yes," answered Sarah, "3'ou vill
marry her some day. Just see how
you've been brought both to de same
place togedder. And I know she lofe3
5011."
"You are more certain than I am of
that," I answered, somewhat gloomily.
"I have told you everything about my
self, because I have no mother to con
fide in; and you will 110 more violate
my confidence than a mother would;
of that I am certain."
"Ach, Nel! I got 110 leetle vons of
mine own," she answered, with trem
bling voice. There were tears in her
eyes, too, when she said: "I vould do as
much for you as a mudder; I guess I
vould, Nel."
Her love was grateful to me, or
phaned ns I had been for many years,
and for the last year without a friend
to console or advise me.
"Bud yoil vas foolish, Nel, to say you
not see her undil you fint de robbers,"
Sarah went on—"foolish of you, and
hart for her, too. I bet you she haf
lots of heartache."
"What else could I do, though, in
honor?" I exclaimed.
"Veil, you are innocent, and she lofes
you, and knows, too, dat you didn't
rob de bank. So den it vould be no dis
honor to drust her lofe and be happy
In id."
Sarah's logic found an echo In my
heart. Perhaps it was unjust to Flor
ence's love not to ask her to share my
burden. 1 knew, if I could share any
sorrow or trouble of hers, how happy
I would be.
We soon reached Sarah's house, and I
reined up to allow her to alight. Then
I continued on my way.
Twineburgli was about two miles
across the valley beyond Sidington. It
was a lively little place, of about 2,000
inhabitants. One of the great trunk
lines of railroad ran through the town.
The road to Twineburgli crossed the
track at Sidington station, near the
depot.
As I reined up my horse to a walk
and glanced up and down the track
before crossing, I saw the station agent
standing on the edge of the platform.
I nodded to the fellow and he an
swered with a grin. Then, as he slowly
came toward me, I stopped the horse
and waited.
| "You took the trunk, didn't you?" he
asked.
"Mr. Hunsicker came for it," I re
plied.
"I saw the trunk was gone when I
came back," he said, in his lumbering
fashion. "Did Jake take you over to
H«tsonville?"
I am much obliged to you for
directing me to him," I said, shortly.
"I thought mebbe he would."
Having said this, he shifted his
weight to the other foot. I patiently
waited.
"Nice country around Nelsonville,"
he finally went on. "Some of the city
folks beginning to find it out and go
there for the summer. Mr. Morley's
been there six months now. Know Mr.
Morley ?"
"I am slightly acquainted with him,"
I replied.
"Then there's another feller comes up
from the city. Let's see—what's his
name, now? He's got a little hut a mile
or so from here, and comes up to hunt
and fish. Guess he don't shoot verj'
much. I never see him take any game
back to town with him. Oh, yes, now I
remember. His name's Jackson."
I started in surprise and became a
little more interested.
"What? Not Horace Jackson?" I
asked.
"Yes, that's his name. Acquainted
with him?"
"I used to know Mr. Jackson quite
well."
"Seems to be a nice fellow," the agent
remarked, reflectively.
"A very pleasant gentleman. Oh, by
the way," I went on, "is there a tele
graph instrument at the depot?"
"To be sure."
"And I could send a message when
ever I want to?"
"Yes; that is, whenever I'm here."
"Well, but supposing I had an im
portant message to send when you are
not here?" I asked. "Where could I
find you?"
"1 live up the track about a mile,"he
replied.
"This direction?"
"Yes. The house is right by the
track, just where the switch begins."
"And what's your name?"
"Ask for Hunter."
It appeared to me that the fellow did
not relish my questioning. He seemed
to be ill at ease under it.
"Does Jackson goto Mr. Morley's
house when he comes up here?" I asked.
"I guess he does, sometimes. lie ain't
been up lately; not for five or six weeks.
At least I haven't seen him."
"Does Mr. Morley stay at Nelsonville
all the time?" I asked. "Or does he go
to town every day?"
"He goes to the city three days in the
week; sometimes more'n that. He takes
the morning train here at Sidington,
and conies up to Twineburgli on the
afternoon train."
I bowed my head and drove on.
The fellow's words gave me food for
thought. Horace Jackson a frequent
visitor at the Morleys, or at least un
til recently—why? I knew he had some
business relations with Mr. Morley;
Jackson himself had told me so. But
then why did he not transact his busi
ness at Mr. Morley's office in the city?
No doubt he did, and therefore visited
Nelsonville for another reason. Flor
ence Morley was the attraction. IJe
membering that she had passed me by
without a greeting, my heart grew
heavy with doubt.
CHAPTER VII.
The probability that I had a rival in
the field, and one who had a free road
while I was handicapped by the suspi
cion of a crime, filled me with despera
tion.
Had I only followed my first im
pulse, and not allowed a whole year to
intervene without making an attempt
to clear myself! If you want anything 1
of consequence done, do it yourself,
was a maxim 1 had always believed in,
and as far as possible followed out.
Tsut in this one most important in
stance, where the circumstances affect
ed my whole life and promised to annul
ell possibility of future happiness, I
had held aloof with a supineness for
which I could not now condemn myself
strongly enough.
I knew the bank officials had used
every effort to recover their property.
1 knew the shrewdest detectives had
been put on the case. Notwithstanding
this, nothing had been discovered.
How could I, then, hope to succeed!
Where could I begin? There was not
the least sign of a clew to work on.
I soon drove into Twineburgli, and
had no trouble in locating Mr. Sonn
tag's office.
An undersized old fellow with brist
ling gray hair was seated at a desk,
his back toward the door. He took
no notice of me, and, after standing
for a few minutes gazing at the back
of his head, I made known my presence.
"I wish to speak to Mr. Sonntag," I
said.
"Take a chair; be at leisure in a
moment," came the answer, in quick,
jerky tones. He did not even turn his
head, but went on with his work.
I sat down and looked around. It
was a typical small-town lawyer's of
fice I was in. There were a few law
books in a small, rickety bookcase on
one side of the room, a few rough
wooden chairs, warranted to cause a
backache only to look at them, a few
old maps and calendars, most of the
latter of former years, hanging on the
walls, a wooden spittoon filled with
sawdust on the floor, a rusty stove,
from which the discolorations of the
fires of the last winter had not been
removed, standing in one corner, and,
lastly, the desk before which was seat
ed my agent and lawyer.
I thought the old fellow, judging
from his back, was in complete har
mony with his surroundings; but I
soon found I had misjudged the man.
For when he finally arose, turned to
ward mc and favored me with a search
ing glance from a pair of the keenest
steel-blue eyes 1 had ever seen, it was
\cry evident Mr. Sonntag was not as
rusty as his surroundings.
There was something familiar to me
about him. Had I met him before?
I could not rememfoer.
Arising, I was about to make myself
known, but before I could utter a word
he stepped briskly up to me and with
a smile extended his hand.
"I am giati is you." he began
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, APRIL 7, 1898.
"Of course j'ou are my client, Mr. Nel
son Conway?"
"Yes, that is my name," I answered,
somewhat surprised. "But, as you have
probably never seen me before, al
though your face does seem familiar,
I should like to ask how you knew."
"Nothing' remarkable about it at all.
You wrote me from Paris, you remem
ber, stating 1 the probable time of your
arrival home. And, although 1 have
been here only six months, I have got
to know, by sight at least, every one
about this place. Therefore I kneu
you were a stranger, that Mr. Conway
vas about due, and —well, there you
have it. Have you just arrived ?"
"I came yesterday noon."
"Indeed. And where are you stop
ping?"
"Over at the old house, cf cotirse.
Where else should I have gone?"
"Oh, I supposed you would have put
up at the hotel here in Twineburgh
until we could get things in a little
better shape for you at the homestead.
How did you find things?"
"Considering that the house has been
vacant so many years, I was very agree
ably surprised to note the good state
of repair it is in," I replied.
"I have tried to follow out the plans
of my predecessor as far as possible.
You think you will eftjoy yourself in
Nelsonville?" he asked, flashing an in
quiring glance at me.
"Oh, yes. I hope to have absolute
rest and peace, at any rate," I replied,
somewhat hesitatingly, for my sojourn
at the old house had certainly not be
gun restfully. I had slept but little the
night before.
"Nothing about the arrangements I
have made for your comfort to prevent
it, is there?" he asked.
"No. You have done well. I want to
ask you, before I forget it, why did you
have the cellar off of the old store
room walled up?"
A look of perplexity came over his
face, and, as he did not seem to com
prehend my question, I went on more
explicitly:
"There were two doorways, one lead
ing to the storeroom and the other
leading to the outside. Both these door
ways have been built tip with solid
masonry to correspond with the founda
tion walls. I simply ask out of curios
ity what your reasons were for having
it done—not that I have any objection."
My question was a simple enough
one. Mr. Sonntag seemed to think it
necessary to ponder over it, however.
"Let me see. The cellar you have
reference to is directly under the room
you proposed in your letter of instruc
tion to me to occupy?," he finally said.
"Yes, and there used to be two doors
to —"
"And they have been built up?" he
broke in.
"Yes. Do j'ou not know about it?" I
asked, in surprise.
"No," he replied, shortly.
"Then you did not have it done?"
"Certainly not. I had nothing to do
with it. Know nothing about it,"he
1
Florenee Morley.
answered, decidedly. "If they are
built up, it has been done within six
weeks. For when I received your letter
announcing your intention to occupy
the house for a time, I went all through
the place, and those doorways were not
built up then. I even went into that
cellar. It was a damp, musty hole, and
I intended to call your attention to it
and ask what you wished done about it."
"Well, that's strange! Who could
have done it!" I exclaimed, thoroughly
perplexed. "How did you get into the
storeroom? I had to kick open the door."
"Oh, I had a key to the outside door,
and got in that way. H'm! It is, as you
say, very strange, indeed. But resume
your seat, Mr. Conway."
Again the thought occurred to me
that I had met Mr. Sonntag, or at least
seen him, somewhere before.
"Did I ever meet you?" I asked, voic
ing my thought.
He glanced quickly at me, and then
smiled as he said: "Look like some one
you know, do I? One often meets peo
ple who put them in mind of some one
else. Now, regarding this cellar affair.
Is there anyone you know who is in
terested in your property?" he asked,
in a brisk, business-like manner.
"No one," I replied. "I am the last
of my race—a lonely man, and one
who is sick at heart, I was about to
add."
Mr. Sonntag's face became serious,
and I thought there was a touch of pity
on it.
"Cheer up, Mr. Conway. The tables
will turn some day, and you will for
get the time of trouble and desponden
cy," the old lawyer said, cheerily and
hopefully; "perhaps sooner than you
have any idea of. Now, then," he con
tinued, returning to his brisk, business
like manner, "some one has walled up
those doorways. Who was it, and for
what purpose? If it was done with the
idea of a hiding-place, what was the
thing to be hidden? Something which
was never again to be reproduced, evi
dently, or the room would not have
been wholly sealed. Perhaps there was
a secret entrance provided. But then,
why should your property have been
selected? Were you alone when the
discovery was made?"
"No, sir. A woman who used to act
us nurse girl when I was a young one
was with me. and also Mrs. Snyder, the
widow who takes care of the house."
"Yes, I know. I believe the old
widow can be relied upon to say noth
ing about the circumstances if she is
told not to. now about the other, your
old nurse?"
"She would do anything possible for
me. I was her idol when a child, and
now devotion for me seems to have
been augmented in proportion to my
stature. Sarah is wholly trustworthy,
and if I requested her not to mention
the matter she would have her tongue
cut out rather than breathe a word
of it."
"That's good. The discovery had best
be kept secret," the old lawyer said, re
flectively.
"There is another thing Twish to men
tion. thongh perhaps it is hardly worth
dwelling upon. Mrs. Snyder thinks
there is something strange about the
house. And she has so succeeded in
impressing my old nurse with the idea
that Sarah is quite concerned about my
staying. She seems to be imbued with
an inexplicable fear that something
harmful threatens me."
"Indeed! What do you mean when
you say there is something strange?
You mean mysterious?" the old lawyer
asked, in the manner he would have
used in cross-examining a witness.
"Yes; Mrs. Snyder claims to have
seen mysterious lights at night, and
heard strange noises."
Mr. Sonntag's eyes lost their shrewd
expression for a few moments; he re
lapsed into deep thought.
[TO BE CONTINUED.I
THE RETIRED BURGLAR.
Illil'rofcnnional InHtlnetn Snlinirrtrd
in I'ntrlotic ICuiot lon.
"Poking along the side of the house
one niglil looking for the handiest cel
lar window," said the retired burglar,
"I brushed against a string hanging
down the side of the house. Looking
up I saw that, this string disappeared
over the sill of a second-story window,
and then I realized that it was Fourth
of July morning, and I knew that the
string was tied around the big toe of a
boy who was then sound asleep, but
had made a solemn contract with a
neighbor's son to come and pull that
string and wake him up »t exactly—
When? That was the question. Two
o'clock? Three o'clock? Four o'clock?
When? I didn't know, and there wasn't
any way of finding out.
"It was then about quarter of two. Of
course it would have been the part of
common sense for me togo away, but
I didn't. I took the chances and looked
around the house. But I didn't find any
thing that I wanted bad enough to
carry it off. I didn't look very hard.
To tell the truth I never came so near
to feeling mean about my business as
I did that morning.
"It wasn't because I was working on
a holiday. In my business we don't
pay much attention to holidays, any
way; we work right along just the same,
but somehow this Fourth o' July busi
ness, string out of the window, and all
that kind o' touched me up.
"I went up to the boy's room and
found him sleeping sound as a nut.
Fourth o' July things spread out on a
table. Humph! Three or four packs of
firecrackers not opened. One pack loose
in a saucer, all ready to begin. Three
or four pieces of punk. Two or three
pin wheels, and two or three little bits
of rockets. Pretty small outfit, take it,
altogether, but the boy's heart was
in it. Very likely he didn't real
ize what Fourth o' July meant; I
don't suppose he did; but it was a great
day, all the same.
"I looked out of the boy's window.
This was in the country, or rather in a
country town, and off in the distance
I could hear guns now and then, and
now and then a pistol; sometimes I
could see the flash. Men celebrating.
Drunk, maybe, 'round some tavern, but
celebrating; celebrating their country,
mine too, and I was aiound robbing
people.
"When I went past the string again
I gr.ve it a yank; I thought I
ought to have that much fun
out of it, anyway, and hid be
hind a currant bush and waited to
see him poke his head out, which be did
in about, a quarter of a minute. But
he didn't see anybody —how could he
when there wasn't anvbody there; and
I suppose he must have thought he
dreamt it. B'.'it he didn't—the string
was pulled—l pulled it."—N. Y. Sun.
Exit GrortP.
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