Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1890-10-17

The eyes OF the doctor glowed like Goals
Of fire as he babe his patient good night
and stepped out into the hall.
At the door of her nistrcss's room Miss
Brown stood whiting for him. fear in her
eyes lie put his finger TO his lip.
do not be alarmed" he whispered
"The swoon was nothing 1t may occur
again. Keep cool always, and remember
our compact in tue Wagner car, when you
promised to aid me. You shall be well
paid for it,"
And he slipped n crisp bank note into her
willing hand. She bowed her head.
Tonight, at 1 o'clock" no continued,
eff your young mistress takes her violin
and plays an air from Faust do not speak
to her or disturb her. Let her follow her
own will 1t may not happen, and yet such
an event is liable to occur"
He passed on to his room, and Miss
| Brown entered the apartment which she
occupied with her young mistress, who was
now sunk in profound slumber.
An hour and half after midnight the
sweet strains of a violin breathing an air
from Faust" noated through the apart
| ment house.
| A woman who lived across the hall heard
| it, and remarked to her husband that if
ever "A set of cranks lived on earth it was
the people opposite.
DR. Watson heard the music and laughed
softly in his room, while his eyes glowed
like Goals Of fire.
/ Miss Brown both saw the player and
heard her music and muttered with pale
! lips, rs he man or devil?'
just a month later man who had been
sitting in Chickering hall watching the
exhibition Of Professor Oscar Feldman, the
! hypnotist and mind reader, rose and walked
out before the close of the entertainments.
A young man sitting near the aisle
glanced up at him, slightly annoyed at the
disturbance caused by his exit.
81 have seen that face before, he thought
as the man passed on.
Tho exhibition grew in interest and the
young man turned his attention to the
stage; but the face of the person who had
just gone out danced before him in irritat-
ing suggestiveness just Guiding the grasp
of his tantalized memory.
"Where did l see him beforef' he
thought, and then, like a mirage, the scene
reflected in the mirror of the Wagner
drawing room car two months previous
flashed before the minds eye of Harry
Hcnshall.
He arose and dashed out of the hall.
In the crowds of people hurrying to and
fro in every direction it was impossible to
tell whittier the man had gone,
He hailed cab, hurried to his studio.
made a careful sketch of the face he had
just seen, and carried it to the private de-
tcctive who was renowned for his skill.
This man l saw go out of Chickering
hall half an hour ago." he said. Find his
address for Inc and will pay your price"
1t was a few days over a month later
l.. I
WHITTIER he lad gone the day previous,
which said:
Have found name and number. Come
home"
Il saw the original of this sketch day
before Yesterday, driving in a carriage"
explained the detective on Henshall's ar
rival. Il followed and saw him enter No.
B. West Thirty eighth street. then fol-
lowed the driver to the stables, and learned
that the carriage had been rented some
three months before by family named
/ Crawford, Of the number and street mem
toned "
When Mr.. Henry Henshall presented
himself before the janitor Of No 8 West
Thirty ghth street to make inquiries con-
corning a family named Crawford, he was
informed that they took their departure
early that morning and left no address.
They leased these furnished apartments
for three months" the janitor explained,
'and the time would not expire until next
week some time, but they left today"
perhaps they gave their address to
some Of the other occupants Of the build
ing" suggested Mr. Uenshall. May l in
qure?"
But the inquiries elected nothing from
the other people in the house.
No one had ever exchanged a word with
the family. The woman opposite volun-
teered the opinion that they were set of
cranks, and no better than they ought to
be, in her opinion.
"A rich old man, queer woman, fell
low with an evil eye and crazy girl who
played the fiddle at o'clock at night were
not pleasant sort Of folks to live opposite"
she said, and she was glad enough they
. had gone, and she had no desire to know
J where they were.
With these words she slammed the ooI
: in Mr.. Henshalls eager face.
That evening woman whose garments
bore the same relation to past elegance that
her face bore to past beauty called on the
janitor of No. 8 West Thirty-eiGhth
street to make inquiries concerning a man
by the name of DIR. Henshaw.
NO such man livin' here, miss" re
piled the janitor with that air of impor
lance peculiar to the freedom of one who
feels the newness and greatness of response
. BILE duties. THE only doctor ever bin roun
yeah in my day is Dr. Watson, and he's
dun gone today"
Did he 20 alone" asked the lady
y quickly.
mo, the whole family dun gone, too
Mister Crawford, Miss Crawford and Miss
: Brown"
A steel blue light flashed from the once
l beautiful eyes OF the faded blonde.
!, And he left no address" she asked qui
city.
J. Not any, miss. Gen'm here today
lookin' for the same parties, but nobody
knows nothin' about them"
The lady turned and walked away.
Very we'll, DR.. Watson" she muttered
: under her breath, 81 shall know who &c
search for now, and II you are on this
I earth my vengeance Will yet find you"
), III.-A MIXING OF PICKLES.
, By Maj, ALFRED @. CALHOUN. Illus