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

ItNNH S11ANAtA AAts a aEsssItA41SIS Which htff
occupied with her Young mistress. who
was now sunk in profound sluIaber.
An hour and half after midnight the
sweet strains Of a violin breathing an slf
from .sFanss" aoated throng.l the apart.
men. hous.
A woman who lived across the hall
heard it, and remarked TO her husband
that If ever a set of cranks lived on earth
il was tie people opposite.
DIR. Watson heard the music and
laughed softly in his room. while his
eyes glowed Ike Goals of fire.
Miss Browa both saw the player aud
heard her music and matterea with pale
lips, Is he man or aeyil:7
just meth later, a man who had
been sitting in Chickering hall watching
the exhibition of Professor Oscar Field
man, the hypnotist and mind reader.
rose and walked out before the close of
the entertainment.
A young man sitting near the aisle
glanced up at him, slightly annoyed at
the disturbance caused by his exit
II have seen that face before" he
thought, rs the man passed on.
The 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
| irritating suggestiveness, just eluding
| the grasp of his tantalized memory.
Where did | see him before" no
thought, and then, like a mirage, tho
scene reflected in the mirror of the Wag-
ner drawing room car two months pre-
vious flashed before the minds eye of
| Harry Henshall.
He arose and dashed out of the hall.
In the crowds of people hurrying to
and fro in every direction it was impos-
sible to tell whittier the man had gone.
He hailed a cab, hurried to his studio,
made careful sketch of the face he had
| Just seen, and carried it to the private
detective who was renowned for his skill
This man l saw go out of CHECKER
ing hall half an hour ago" he said
Find his address for me and i will pay
your price
1t was a few days over a month latel
when he received a telegram In Boston
whittier he had gone the day previous
which said:
Have found name and number. Come
home
II saw the original of this sketch da,
before yesterday, driving in a carriage,
explained the detective on Henshall's ar
rival. Il followed and saw him entel
No. 8 West Thirty-eighth street.
then followed the driver to the stables
and learned that the carriage had beel
rented some three months before by
family named Crawford, of the numbe
and street | mentioned"
When Mr.. Henry Henshall presente,
himself before the janitor of No. Yves
Thirty y-eighth street to make inquire
concerning q family named Crawford
he was informed that thev took their da
partKre early that morning and left n
! adds.
.stflsay ies-ad these furliished apart
rnenta for three months" the ianitor e1
planned, sand the time would not expir
until next week some time, but they lef
today"
Perhaps they gave their address {
some of the other occupants of the build
ing" suggested Mr. Henshau. May
inquire"
But the inquiries elected nothing froI
the other people in the house.
No one had ever exchanged a wor
with the family. The woman opposit
: volunteered the opinion that they wer
set of cranks, and no better than the
ought to be, in her opinion.
S fellow with an evil eye and crazy gil
s who played the fiddle at 2 o'clock at nigh
3 were not pleasant sort of folks to liv
I opposite" she said, and she was gla
enough they had gone, and she had II
desire to know where they were.
With these words she slammed th
door in Mr.. Henshalls eager face.
= That evening a woman whose ga
: ments bore the same relation to past el,
gance that her face bore to past beaut
: called ON the janitor of No. s. We
Thirty-eighth street to make inquiri'
: concerning man by the name of D
d Henshaw.
mo such man ivin' here, miss" r
piled the janitor, with that air of in
). portance peculiar to the freedom of OF
i who feels the newness and greatness of r
{ sponsible duties. The only doctor ev,
u bin roun' yeah in my day is DR.. Watson
L and he's dun gone today"
did he go alone:" asked the lac
q quickly.
II mo, the whole flmily dun gone, tC
II Mister Crawford, Miss Crawford ar
o Miss Brown.
le A steel Eiue light flashed from Il
Is once beautiful eyes Of the faded blond
"And he left no address, she ask.
e. quietly.
r, Not any, miss. Gea'1n here tod;
lookin' for the same partics, but nobod
to knows nothin about them"
n The lady turned and walled away.
d Every well, DR.. Watson she mu
II tered under her breath. Il shall kno
y who to search for now, ana if you a
II on this earth my vengeance viii yet fiji
TO you