The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1890-10-09

A as s.esas 1ssrassF
Shakiag ont the CROWN of hia soft felt
hat he looked carefully inside as II try
Ing To discover how he had lost the lin
ing, and then answered with that double
antiquity for which ancient oracles aud
modesn detectives are alike celebrated:
We'll. sir. there amt no,hin as You
might call downright startling to report.
amt got what IL call a reg lar straight
tip on the gal, but ! kinder think I'm
onter the heavy villain gent, iidgin en.
tirely by the face in the pictur' II y0u
drored that face right, why
Where did YOU see him!' interrupted
Henry Henshall. and he picked mp his hat
to be ready la dash out when he got the
information.
1T was last night, sir, taikin to s
mysterious woman, whose face was hid
by veil Them two was right under
Lafyot's slater, on Union square. and
the woman acted as if her dander was
up and she didn't care who knowcd il;
and the man he tried to soothe her ard
set her an example Of street etiquette by
tall1in' low
well, sneaked round TO see what l
could hear. but the man got onto my
little game. and hurried to cab that
was standin' near, and as he drove off
he called ont, I'll see you, Louise. some
hour tomorrow night then ] tried TO
talk to the yelled lady, but she threatened
| to call the poli-n. apologized, aad she
started off at go-as-you-please gait
that would have won first money at a
walking match if she could keep il up.
81 shadowed her to Second avenue,
near Seventeenth street, where she van
ished into an every day kind of boarding
| house. That's the report, sir, and if you
| could letme have another fifty to hire
| a side partner, for I've got to have one
or die for the want of sleep, why. III
credit you with it when the jobs over,
which hopell be very soon
| After this long speech Tom Wogly
coughed into his hat until the crown
threatened to burst, and Henry Henshall
| handed him five ten dollar bills.
The young man was about to question
| the detective further when heavy STEP
| was heard outside: then the door opened
without any preliminary knock, and a
handsome old gentleman, with troubled
face, entered gn7 said
Harry. my y i. rnts' sec san sAans
| at oiace''
/ Tie detective jammed the money into
i his pocket and his hat on his head. and
vanished with curt Good day, gents!'
'What is the matter, father. Yor
look troubled said Henry, as he placed
a chair for his unexpected visitor.
Then ] look as l feel" replied Mr.
Henshall, with a groan that came from
his heart ''On the top Of the failure O.
Higgins & Lewis, our western agents.
this morning learned that my cashie
has been faithless He fed to Canal
on Saturday. and hurried examinatio,
of his books shows that he has robbie,
me Of at least $200,000
But you are rated ut a million sure
ly you can weather the storm" salt
} Henry. hope rather than reason prompt
ing his words.
IF you were a business man. as
wanted you to be-" said mr. Hensi1al
impatiently, ''you would know that
mans rating by IN agency is never al
: evidence of the cash he can command" :"
: Then, rising from his chair, he laid hi
hands on his sons shoulders, locke,
eagerly into his eyes and added, Harry
you can save me if you willr'
. II, father and behind the old gentle
man Henry Ieasiall saw the Undin
face peering q: him from the picture
water on the easel.
"Ycs, you, Harry. Sit down and whei
: have told you all am sure you vii
fall in with my purpose, for have beel
> to you good father, and feel that yo
will be to me dutiful SON.
Henry sat down, and, taking chai
facing him, his father went on to explai
, his troubles.
l II am in the power of one man" h
said, land by scratch of his pen he ca
ruin or save me-"
"Who is that" asked Henry.
l Edward Hartman"
''The banker"
'Yes, Edward Hartman, Lena Har
mans father. Harry, you and Len
played together as children, and NJ
Hartman and I've were neighbors an
good friends in those days-often laugl
' ingly spoke of the marriage of you an
9 Lena. From that time to this she hs
loved you. She is an only child and b,
father is worth IS ,0O0,000.
IF you will call on her at once l Ina
get time to think, and if you ask her
marry you it viii save me and yot
y mother from an old age of poverty, an
in the end you will bless the daysth
you took my advice"
Mr.. Henshall held out his tremblir
hands appealingly, and Henry, who s
y with his back to the picture, took the
, and said impulsiyely:
It Il would give my life gladly to sa'
q you from troubls, father, so will do
le you request; though it will be unjust
"a Lena Hartman to offer her my har
when I cannot give her my heart"
y Rejoicing much at his sons obedien
If Mr.. Henshall left the studio.
,ti Then Henry turned to the easel, al
h more distinctly than it had yet appears
he saw the beautiful, mysterious IA
e looking up appealingly from the water
4. He contrasted this exquisite ideal wi
a the real Lena Hartman, the art chi
that haunted him sleeping aud wakin
IN with the large, full faced ard stupid
good natured bankers daughter.
1T Henry Henshall's mind was certain
in an unusual state of perturbation, b
k it was placidity itself compared with t
ID condition of his unknown idol
Is The sudden disappearance Of u
te Crawford and his family from No.
IS West Thirty-eighth street was at t
suggestion of DIR. Watson, whose ke
ears and sharp eyes were quick to d