Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1889-08-15

cry.
l had only to follow instructions.
For the hundreth time l took Jor.
lettes photograph from my pocketbook
and examined the features Of the MUIR
derer. 1t was a singularly handsome
face that l saw-clearly cut, with large
hazel eyes shaded by long, dark lashes,
mouth delicate and sensitive as a
woman's, high, rather narrow fore
head, half hidden in clustering curls Of
auburn hair, form rather spare, yet
we'll knit. and hand symmetrical and
rounded as woman's.
The picture would have answered
splendidly for that of a sentimental,
sonnet making poet-but fora murder
er it was dead failure. Nevertheless,
somewhere IN the past, before crime
had scathed him, Jorlette had sat for
it.
I changed my slippers for boots and
got myself inside my fur overcoat,
stuffed valise with brown paper and
backing brushes, that I might appear
respectable traveller, and, looking at
my watch, found l had just time to
reach the station.
The train stopped ten minutes for
, refreshments, and, taking the guard who
was an old friend Of mine, sufficiently
into my confidence, I was gwen an
opportunity Of looking through the
carriages previous to the starting Of the
train.
1t was full train, but, singularly
enough, there was not red.headed
man on board of it. Jorlette was red
headed, and, aside from circumstance,
he had a face which l flattered myself
l could not readily mistake.
AS l stood irresolute, and feeling
very much as if had been fooled, there
came toward me from the dining room
an individual, tall and spare, with a
slouched hat, white cravat, a hugh
piece Of game pie in his hand-and
this person had red hair! And dark
eyes!
I watched him closely. There was
a certain logged, skulking look about
him; he would not meet my eyes. and
he walked off to the extreme end of the
platform by himself, and remained
there munching his pie until the last
bell rang; and then he hurried on
boord with the air of one who felt that
Il great deal depended on his getting a
seat.
vas convinced that he was my man,
though he was not altogethe: like the
photograph. Still, faces and photo
graphs differ great deal, since to the
picture there is little expression and no
expresson-and do not the character
istlcs of face depend more on color
and expression than mere outline OF
feature?
He entered carriage No. III, and at
hint the guard put me in the same
van. There were persons already there
beside my pie eating friend and myself.
An elderly gentleman, who was reading
The Times wrong side up, and nodding
blandly over its fascinating columns;
pair OF rural lovers, lounging on each
others shoulders and discussing pep
permint drops together; and presently
we were REINFORCED by an old lady i'll
very p,ime bonnet with brown ribbons
and bearing luggage in the shape OF il
bird cage, basket with cat in it, an
umbrella and very large carpet sack.
Jorlette had produced another section
of pie, and Was demolishing it vigorous.
ly. Seemingly he enjoved It. Well, |
suppose even murderer NAV enjoy
eating pie.
Just as the train began to move the
door opened and young lady came
hesitatingly forward. You know what
helpless creatures women are on their
feet IN a bouncing, swaying railway Car,
and this young beauty was no excep-
ton. She tottered, and would have
fallen, but I put out my arm and
caught her, at the same time offering
her the unoccupied seat at my side.
She blushed rosily. thank me in the
sweetest voice l had ever heard and
sank down on the cushions, covering
my knees with pillows Of rufling and
fringing, making me feel-well, not
many removes from the gates of Para
disc.
A lovlier face l had never seen. The
skin was clear and fair, the mouth sweet
sensitive and little sad the eyes dark
and melting. and the beautiful dark,
brown hair, which hung over the slroul'
darS in tho nrevailinp stvle. was soft as