Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1886-10-03

species OF lunhey Deiote To-Day. he --..-
sublime patierce, and he knew that II
anybody could manage maniac he could
do il.
He went upstairs again. The young
man who called himself Camillac was ly-
ing in listless attitude, with his eyes half
closed. The colonel stood in the doorway
for some minutes observing him. The face
was handsome even its ruin. Pale, cadav-
erous, thin and wasted as il was, there
were traces of exceptional beauty in the
delicately chiseled features, the perfect
proportions Of chin, and cheek, and brow,
the rich mass of wavy black hair the silk
ened lashes and finely penciled eyebrows
lust the kind Of face TO catch a school
girls fancy, to dazzle as the coun-
tenance of demi-god. Nor was
there any doubt that the man looked
like gentleman. Those slender
white hands lying on the patchwork COW
erlet were hands that n ever toiled. They
had shaken the dice box often enough,
and h.ndled the billiard cue but they had
never labored for bread.
Col Stukely shut the door sharply, and
the sick man started up, looking at him,
scared and fiurried and eager
Are they there'' he asked.
"les," answered the colonel at ven
tu :, they have hunted you down. Get
ND and put on your boots. llget you out
of their way if can
The young man got up and staggered
across the room. He was too weak to
move steadily Aud then he sunk into a
broken down chair, and sat looking at
him vaguely. The boots were in a corner
-dilapidated, worn down dress boots.
The mud had been roughly wiped off
them with wisp Of straw, and that was
all The colonel picked them up and
looked at them before he handed them to
their owner. Yes, they would have made
lust those prints which the detective had
shown him on the fiOwer-beds. There
was the small heel, worn to the quick
upon one side, the straight narrow sole
and pointed toe-a French bootmaker's
masterpiece.
Camillac put on the boots, looking
ND at the colonel with a suspicious air as
he did so.
How do know that you are not one of
them?" he said.
DO look like policeman"
you don't But that doesn't matter.
You have something to do with them all
the same"
Lam Grace Darners godfather, and
am here to save you
Grace. She sent you then, and she
does care for me still. Her letters have
been devilish cold for the last six months.
began to think she wanted to throw me
over"
There is no time to talk of thst now. II
those men get hold of you"
Yes; they are downstairs, How am
/ to get away without their seeing me?"
( Mrs. .Iaker will keep them talking in
the back room while you and slip out by
the front door"
Where are You going tn take me-"
The colonel explained his plan. He
ould get at trap at Darnel park, and pick
Camillac up at the barn a little after dusk.
1t should be II trap that he could drive
himself, and he would take the young
man to the station, and thence ship him
of to London under charge of his own
valet, mau who might be trusted.
What the valet was to do with the
young man when he got him to London
was point which the colonel had not Yet
had time TO consider. But it was ques
ton which must be answered before even
ing
Camillac was not easily managed \
one moment he was white with tertor
the thought of those men below, belieEI
in them firmly, and in the next mOiE,
ie doubted their existence, and was al
! 4 the colonel He knelt down b.
! BALLET presently and took the pacNt
notes from under his pillow and thru
Iside his ragged shirt. He did this
ecret way, glanciAg furtively at the
mel all the time.
How do know that you don't me-
oh ne," he muttered. Il have M
ONE money already in this house,
eve it is der # Thieves
If YOU su~pe, me had better
you guOd-morning" said the cOlOael.
This threw the wretch into panic
sear aud self abasement. He flung
arms ruung the coloaers neck: Et
treated him 10 keep of those dew.
who wanted to drag him away and ha
him.
Il didn't mean to kill him." he said.
shot him without thinking. The piS'.
was there. don't you know, really To u.
hand, as If Satan himself had put it in II:
way Save me, save me-hide me. | IL
not a murderer"
BE quick then" said the colonel decis
lively; there is no time for fooling. II yen
want TO escape those men you must moi
lose an instant"
He went downstairs and Camillac fol
lowed him like beaten hound.
you've got the policeman out of The
way" said the colonel, winking at Mrs
Jaker That was clever Of you And
now come and show US the way to thu
barn"
He put the young mans arm througt
his and lead him out into the garden
Camillac was in pitiable state o
weakness and could not have gon,
three steps without help. But the frest
morning air revived him a little, ant
he was able to get over the ground, sup
ported and helped by the colonel TIL,
barn was in sight, across couple of fields
They skirted these open fields, keeping
close TO the hedgerows, where there was
, hard, well-beaten track, and where thei
feet would leave no perceptible traces
The barn was never locked II was
| large, airy building-old, but substantial.
built, with great heavy rafters and patche
OF open sky showing here and ther
. through the great dark roof.
"Why, this is a Noah's ark" cried Ca
l millac
What a rotten old hulk. We shall b
wrecked in the first storm"
: There was some straw in q corner. Ca
millac flung himself down upon it. TIL
colonel took off his heavy ulster and sprea
/. II over the shivering wretch.
| @Get through the day quietly here; slee
: II you can, and I'll come to fetch you a
{ iusk,n said the colonel.
f Il can't get on without brandy" al
J swered the other. You can bring me
/. bottle" he said TO Mrs. Jaker, handing he
+ a sovereign from his waistcoat pocket.
+. The young mans possession of this gol
y puzzled the colonel, but he concluded tha
, the Jakers had changed one of his note
n for him, albeit Mrs. Jaker had not mel
r toned that fact in her confession jus