Iuka reporter. (Iuka, Miss.) 1888-1894, 1890-08-28

All But the order bore the New
York post-mark of the first morning de.
livery; not the Boston post-mark OF
the evening before, sir"
Livid to the lips with suppressed
rage, Boyden replied.
consider your remarks irrelevant,
Mr. Bancker! We are wasting time.
sent the order from Boston to friend
in New York to mail, having forgotten
to do so before left, and not knowing
the address of your agency"
THANK you, sir You will pardon
my impertinence, if you will have the
goodness to remember that even the
slightest details may be OF paramount
Importance in so delicate case.
This being long speech for Mr..
Bancker, he relapsed into his note
book, while Boyden took occasion to
growl:
II can't see how my goings and com.
ings have any bearing whatever in the
case !"
AS a last entry Mr.. Bancker noted
down
Nephew much confused as to dates
and localities on the morning of the
Oregon disaster. Significant.
Had Mr.. Bancker been able to read
between the lines of his note book
entries, he would have had the true
state of the story in nutshell. But
then, even q Pinkerton detective is not
omniscient
Having calmly bestowed his pencils
in an upper pocket of his vest, and
snapped rubber band around his note
book, Mr.. Bancker took his hat and
rose.
within the next forty-eight hours at
the outside you shall hear from me, Mr..
Boyden," he said
Very WELL" assented that gentle.
man; "be sure you secure the muir
deress, and | shall not mind giving you
handsome douceotr."
Il beg pardon
"A douceaT-a present--er-some-
thing for yourself"
"Oh, seel Thank you, sir. l do my
duty and am properly paid for doing it.
Good evening, SIR
When the door had closed upon the
detective, Max Boyden sprang from
his chair in spasm of impotent rage.
"The insolent puppy!" he exclaimed;
1T would look as if he suspected me
of numbering the old man. But there!
they're all alike. They must let off
Just so much CUFF to keep up show of
Importance. SO long as he gets the
girl [ don't mind what he says to me.
s1ncesl have nothing to fear"
Upon reaching the street Mr..
Baneker broke into broad, good
aatured smile.
Il had rather talk with that rare
'ascal than eat a good dinner" he re-
marked to himself; "by jove If / were
'alled upon to pipe the Oregon mystery,
hang me if | wouldn't begin with that
lame MIR. Max Boyden! He's quite
capable OF anything from killing his
lncle to sinking ship. A douceer
indeed! Dash me, but 1 reckon it
would take many douceetr to sweeten
lis score"
And with an astute smile Mr..
Banker trudged along uptown.
The hrst few days after her arrival n
America were term of peace and resi-
never to be forgotten by poor little
Oracle Garland. To be sure, she went
nowhere, and consequently saw moth
ing but the interior of the humble house
IN Harlem and its two kindly inmates;
but then, her mind was at rest for the
time being, to some extent at least
since she fancied that she had eluded
her pursuers, if indeed any such there
were. Neither mother nor son had
failed to notice, however, that when
asked to, go for a walk upon the boule.
wards of the neighborhood during the
day, the girl invariably offered some
plausible excuse.
She had some sewing to do, or she
was going to assist Mrs. Arnim in the
kitchen; even once, when fairly pushed
to the walk, for a pretext, she proposed
to sit to Rupert for her portrait.
In spite of her kindness of heart,
Mrs. Arnim could not help suspectine
that such singular conduct was due to
an uneasy conscience, while Rupert was
troubled within himself, though he
said nothing.
Consequently, upon the second day
the sketch of Oracle was placed upon
the easel and Rupert seated himself
before it to paint. Sitting there before
hlm, her sweet face sad and thoughtful,
little Oracle occupied herself with some
light needlework, while Arnim painted
in his great love for her at every stroke
of the brush.
Naturally the portrait grew rapidly,
becoming likeness of remarkable
strength. Once, upon rising and going
to the artists side to look at the can.
vas, Oracle inquired:
How long do you think it will take
to finish the picture ?"
Some weeks, | think, Oracle" was
the reply; "why do you ask?"
She hesitated moment, averting he,
face while she answered:
Il did not think it would take so
long"
Are you tired of sitting already ~
ne added, tremor of slight reproach
in his voice.
ooh, no! But"
But what, Gracie?"
Il do not feel that / ought to impose
upon your hospitality so long"
Oracle! What do you mean?"
Il mean that must go away to earn
NY living she said steadily; "kind as
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