Iuka reporter. (Iuka, Miss.) 1888-1894, 1890-04-10

or was thrown into the lake by parsles
determined to get her out of the way,
time enough has not yet elapsed since
her disappearance to disfgure her in
this way.
"Ludlowe, believe mel am right.
Ruby Lawrence il not dead! At all
events, this is nott}r bodyw
Mr.. Ludlowe seized Arthur Wynne's
hand in silent pressure. His keen
eyes were twinkling; he was full of
admiration at the young detectives
sagacity. He himself had already no.
ticed the discrepancies referred to, but
he wanted to see if Arthur would OBJ
serve them.
SHARP! by Jovel" muttered the
Chief, under his breath. "Wynne was
not born yesterday He'll make his
mark yet in the detective line. 1 am
sure ! wish him all success he added,
still speaking to himself.
But aloud he said:
| No. Arthur, do not believe that
this is the body of Miss Lawrence. II
is not possible! And / do not believe
that she is dead!"
Arthur Wynne's face grew hopeful.
Nor II he returned, emphatically,
and l shall hope on to the last! ]
shall devote my time, my fortune-aye,
life itself-to this one object l shall
ind Ruby Lawrence-liviug or dead y
They left the gruesome place, and,
entering the carriage, were driven
away-not sorry to leave the morgue
and its attendant horrors behind them.
| Driving along crowded thorough.
fare, an open carriage dashed by from
the opposite direction, drawn by a pair
OF spirited black ponies. A dark, hand.
some man was seated within the car.
rlaSe-a man with bold, dashine
beauty. Som chow, he reminded one
of stage brigand.
At his side, among the soft cushions
OF the carriage, be .utiful, dark-eyed
golden-hair girl, in deep mourning,
the somber blackness of her attire set.
ting Off her transparent skin and hair to
| perfection.
| 1t was Adele st. Cyr.
Arthur lifted his hat in response to
her smiling greeting, but he shuddered
violently as the carriage passed rapidly
by.
1t seemed horribly suggestive to
meet Adele, smiling and bland, when
they had both left the morgue, whittier
they had gone expecting to find Ruby's
body.
He groaned aloud in utter anguish
and despair at the thought of the poor
girls unknown fate.
MY darling my lost darling!" he
cried, in the depths of his heavy heart.
When they arrived at the police
headquarters they found a note there
for Arthur, from an unknown source.
IAN anonymous letter." exclaimed
the young man, contemptuously. "Yet,
MIR. Ludlowe, the advice contained
within may be worth considering. Lis
ten"
And he read the contents of the mvs
ferrous note ill-spelled and poorly
written-aloud to the chief:
MISTER WIN-WhiIe you air surchinc for
evidence in the Lawrence mistry. better
Keep yure eye on to Mark Allen-the dude
that goes to sea Miss Adell Lawrence, the
nu atress OF Lawrence Park. FRIEND.
CHAPTER XIV.
ONLY MARX.
Arthur glanced up with a slight
smile.
II believe it will be wise to heed the
advice of "A Friend, he said, "and
keep my eye upon Mr.. Mark Alleyne,
as well as the 'nu airess'"
And although his heart was heavy.
he laughed heartily, for the absurdify
OF the photography was mirth-provok-
ing.
And | believe" he went on, thought
fully, the smile vanishing from his
handsome face, and the gravely hope
less look coming back, which was
growing habitual to it, shat 1 had
better make call at Lawrence Park
now. All, I see my own wisdom in &C.
cepting Mrs. Gabrielle st. Cyr's invita-
tion to call there"
But if Arthur Wynne had dreamt for
single moment of all that his accept
ance of said invitation was destined to
cost him, he would have hesitated be-
fore the next step was taken.
He made up his r0;nd to call without
delay.
Adele was OUT, he knew, and he
would thus be spared the sight of her
usurping Ruby's place in Ruby's home.
and perhaps he might be able to find |
stray clew.
He re-entered his carriage and was
driven to Lawrence Park, rang the
bell, and sent in his card to it's mis-
tresa.
He was shown into the grand draw
ing-room, and left alone, while the SER
want went to acquaint Mrs. Lawrence
ESQ Arthur must force himself to call
herr with his presence there.
A shrewd detective never allows any
possible CHANGE to him to pick up odds
and ends OF information.
Arthur glanced curiously around the
room to see if any change had been
effected in its arrangements since the
interlopers had taken possession.
The first new object upon which his
eyes fell was portrait of Adele. A
lovely, girlish face it was, with sunny
hair and great, dusky eyes like velvet;
. bewildering face, which he studied
with eager gaze.
Slowly strange, inexplicable feel
ing crept over him. Something famil-
lar in the features Of the portrait be-
fore him touched his memory.
have seen that face before. long