Dodge City times., 1890-11-21
A DARK SECRET.
The Story Of a Tragic
Life Drama.
By q. M. DAvY.
CHAPTER Nv.
IN A HUNTING COUNTRY.

CHAPTER Nv.
IN A HUNTING COUNTRY.
Sleep being entirely out OF the ques-
ton, l was early astir, packed my port
manteau and Joined Hawks at the break
fast table he imagining the while that
merely meant to accompany him to the
station.
On my way upstairs to excuse my de-
parture to George l encountered Mrs.
Armstrong. She appeared on the look
out for me.
The mistress has geiten a sick head
ache an does ma wish to be distorted,
she said.
But I'm going from home for three
days, Mrs. Armstrong
sWeel, sor, an that's ne news. She
telled me SO hersen.
Edna had Gone this-she had made the
way easy to me, God bless her!
sCan / neither see my wife nor Miss
Iynton, them
-Na. Ye just Gamma.
The carriage was announced, and We
Get eff. Hawks, noticing my bag, asked
an explanation, and I told him intended
poing as far as York, adding. vaguely.
that I had heard of horse for sale there
Il deemed it wisest to make no mention OF
Leicestershire even to Charlie:
On parting company at York his last
words were. Il guess you'll not forget
the tip | gave you last night eh' OLD
iau.hed, said, All right, Charlie,
then set about making inquiries as 10 now
I could best reach Whitmore Park. After
considerable delay l obtained the name
Of the nearest post town, and for that l
took INV ticket; but found, on my arrival.
there was still branch line to travel be-
fore could get any way near my destlna-
tion.
II was 7 o'clock in the evening. and al
most dark. when. wearied and impatient
with the long. slow journey, l ailghted AT
amall wayside station. With the excep-
tion of a female who got out of second
or third class carriage, the rest OF the pas
eengers went on.
How far is it to whitmore Park-Mr.
Harereave's place." asked of the ticket
collector before passing through the turn
'stile.
sWhitmore Park is about three miles
off: but Mr.. Hargreave's been dead these
two years an more.
sIndeed! Will you inform me who hvei
there now?"
major O'Neil, sir.
SIS he hunting man?"
Hes q master of hounds, slr
-Ah. Mr.. Hargreave used to be. Did th'
Major keep on the same huntsmen ant
whips, Iwonder?" 1 asked, with studlet
carelessness.
Not one on 'em. Major O'Neil brough
his own with him-all Irish, he SAID
with some disdain-.even to the stabl'
Toys" , so.n .h. n,
huntsman, or some man who had beel
in Mr.. Hargreave's stables" l said, mu
singly.
THAT'S easily done, sir. he replied
with animation. There's good Inn
mile and half down yonder road kept
Tom Little, the late masters huntsman-
Little Tom he used to be called in tn
old Squires time, an he's best known D
that name yet. Beg pardon, sir, ou
you'd be very comfortable there it 70
happened to want q bed for the nlgh
Hes got good stabling, too.
THANKED the man for his information
and was about to push on in the dlrectlo
indicated. when saw him turn to receiv
ticket from n female who. hitherto nj
observed, had probably overheard OF
conversation. l looked at her, and the
was yet sufficient light to see she was
little woman in a large cloak and bol
net; that she wore spectacles, carrie
basket of oranges, and leaned ON
stick. Then l set off at q swinging pac
and never slackened it until reached Il
inn.
a,,, ..ooa . ANAL, NJ
~ me ;,h opsn wastbsr' hsa.en GOOD. h,
man, WIN e ,notoS .a tbonch
u;as. h.ms haan horn and bred in stabl.
Mine host, assuredly. / ascertained th
.una u,a 10 ;Uppu;red p a n reHuired stabiip
NJ. cnf1 had 4l merely come On a VOYAGE
J;...ra.r 10 ad5;nS ss insinuatineiy a
IS.o''' onrIS. "'
0U~I "Tr s,s.l nerfectlv frankly. Little. ,
.h;.f object o is to have q chat with "
Vant Won to tell me something abe
me ne %sJUf SaSo sho~;nr The fact is / b,
saa.. NE oeSn sSouehts e Of brin cina INV hunt,
1. o%e .as"g .nU That hoVever. viii depe
n nea. a..a sesson so.ort
On x0e, s ,sP snc.e.a.a- Iv.s .t onos
80 a.. hsst n.r,or of the inn. .
vsea An.0 % s1o .r,., ~. w.s ha;nc nrans,
while eome upper "eo oeHH