Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1886-03-27


What is the matter with you ?"
81 only look rs | feel" was the
answer. 81 am no worse than usual.
| had rather be dead than to lead the
life Of misery have been leading for
weeks.
"Come, come, my young friend.
You must not lose heart. Let US go to
my chambers; my cab is at the door"
Lord Travers put on his oyercoat and
hat and left the hotel with Mr. Coal.
A rapid drive of twenty minutes
brought them to the temple.
On entering Mr.. Goals Office they
found Mr. George there.
"Sorry to keep you waiting" said
the lawyer to the detective officer.
"Chis gentleman is personal friend OF
mine who is interested in the affair.
Allow me to introduce him, Mr.. Car
ringford: Mr. George"
"The officer bowed, and smile
might have been discovered lurking
around the corners of his mouth, if the
two gentlemen had observed him close
ly; aus he knew that the gentleman in
trodured to him as Mr.. Carringford was
Lord Travers.
"You may speak freely before my
friend, " observed Mr., Coal.
The detective glanced at Lord
Travers with his keen eyes, then he
took his notebook ont, on which some
words aud figures were dotted down.
Hieroglyphics to anyboly's eyes bul
his own. Squaring his elbows on the
table in a fashion more easy than ele-
! CANT, he began in an abrupt tone. He
appeared to have the habit of cutting
short his words and sentences:
Succeeded rs well as one conid wish,
Mr.. Coal, leaStways, / think we are on
/ the right track. Have had to be longer
over it too than thought for. Went to
house ll6 Newington Green Road, saw
a house-maid, inquired for Miss King
was informed the lady had moved
didn't leave her address to be given
away"
"Smart girl, that, said Mr.. Coal.
zone of them. Asked if Miss King
had situation? DO you want to
engage her p asked the girl. No, but
| can put her in the way of making her
fortune, said |. Nonsense, man,
replied the girl. She is in the way OF
it already. The house is crowded
every night, and no wonder, for Miss
King is as pretty rs picture and sings
like lark BY Jove, Mr., Coal, YOU
could have knocked me down with n
feather, but | showed no surprise, |
merely said, suppose we offer Miss
King more money than the other
party. oh, don't bother me, said the
maid. II you mean business 60 and
see Miss King at the Comedy Theater.
4 will, said [, and lost no time in
going there"
'You must he mistaken, " said Lord
Travers. "The lady we are looking for
is not an opera singer"
"She was not, but she is.
care yOusure you are not mistaken
said Mr.. Coal.
The detective looked over his notes
whistling softly to himself, as if com.
pletely ignoring Mr.. Goals words, and
said:
"Fact. Leastways, no reasonable
doubt ofit."
"Sorry to differ from you, my dear
sir, but can not help believing that
YOU have misunderstood the maid.
servant, and that the Helen King We
are looking for is not the celebrated
beauty who is singing at the Comedy
Theater.'
Lord Travers nodded, as if he coin
cided with the lawyer.
He had renamed almost silen
throughout up TO this time, sitting ;
little apart, his face somewhat turned
from them, as if the business did no
concern him much, though he wa,
listening as friend. His would-be
careless air did not deceive the shrewt
detective, who saw his lordship wa.
deeply interested in his report.
"But am positive, Mr.. Coal, re
piled the detective. Putting his hanc
into his coat pocket he pulled out pro
gramme OF Patience. "You see
Lady Ella is by Miss Helen King. o
course this does not prove the lady,
identity. / tried to get a photograph
OF her, but | was told the lady woulc
not have any taken. She is beauty
too. Dark eyes, dark hair, about hv,
feet two or three inches in height, yer,
graceful and lady-like."
Eyes, your description correspond
with that of the lady we are seeking
| will myself go to the theater and SCI
whether or not you are correct"
II wish you would before | work an,
more on the case"
"You had better call within day O
two, Mr.. George, | expect to have som'
other work for you"
81 will, Mr.. Coal" replied the de
iectlve, as he bowed to Lord Traver
and walked into the outer office, fol
, lowed by the attorney, who saw hin
out, and then returned to the room
where he had left his client.
81 am going to the theater at once,
cried his Iordship, when the lawye
entered the apartment. "If Heller
King proves to be my poor girl, shal
be the happiest man in London TO
, night, for | am weary OF searching
! weary of longing, day after day, to Sc
her dear face again"
~ almost inclined to believe w
/ shall be disappointed, for | can hardl
| realize that the lady we seek could eve
: go on the boards, she was so modes
and retiring"
Probably stern necessity has driver
her there. Hazel had a splendid voice