Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1891-01-08


dress, who motioned the bell boy to cieal
out, and then held forth photograph:
"Capt. Lane, is that your man Taintnr?''
"That is certainly like the man" was
Lanes answer, after careful inspection.
Have you got him"
mo. sir. We had him, and took Capt.
Noel to see him, and the captain said there
was some mistake. He wears his Lair and
beard different now; but we know where
he is, at least where he was up to yester-
day. He left his lodgings at noon and took
a bag with him, as though he meant to be
away few days. He does copying and
| typewriting, and manages to get along and
support good looking young woman who
passes as his wife That's what we think
brought him back here last winter"
'Why didn't you take some Of the re-
cruiting party to see him? They could
identify him.
"All the old men that were with you are
gone, sir It's new lot entirely. They
said the sergeant couldn't get along with
the captain at all. and they were all sent
away
"Where's the woman who kept the lodg-
ing house for the partyS"
ashes gone, too, sir. They moved away
last winter because Capt. Noel gave the
contract to another party in different
part Of the town. We let the thing slide
for quite while, but when the chief heard
that you had arrived in town he thought
he'd shadow the fellow until you could see
him, but he had skipped. Was there any
way he could have heard you were COM
ing?"
"No. Itelegraphed from West Point to
Mrs. Vincent. She was the only one who
knew
"Deg pardon, sir, but isn't that Capt.
Noel's mother-in-law? The captain lives
there, think"
Lane turned sharply and studied the
mans face. A question was at his very
tongues end-"You do not suppose he
could have given warning? hestihed
it, his lips COMPRISING tight.
"If you think he has gone because of
my coming win leave ON the late train,
as | purposed, and you can wire to me
when he returns. Then keep him Swallowed
until get here"
And with this understanding they parted,
Lane going mt once to a cool resort on one
OF the great lakes. Four days later came
the dispatch he looked for, and accompa-
MED by two detectives Lane Knocked at
the indicated doorway one bright, sunshiny
afternoon within forty-eight hours there
after
A comely young woman opened the door
just few inches and inquired what was
wanted. Mr. Graves was not at home. "
He certainly would not have been in a
minute more, for man swung out of the
shird story window and, going hand by
hand down the convenient lightning rod,
dropped into the arms of waiting officer,
and thst night the forger and deserter
spent behind the bars in the Central station.
The Identification was complete.
Lane was to appear and make formal
charge against him the following morning.
Going down to an early breakfast he
picked up one of the great dailics at the
news stand, and after taking his seat at
table and ordering light repast he opened
the still moist sheet. The first glance at
the head lines was enough to start him to
his feet Indian Outbreak" "rhe Apa-
ches on the War Path" Murder of Agent
Curtis at San Carlos" Massacre of a
Stage Load of Passengers. Captain Raw
Inns, Eleventh cavalry, victim" "Horri- |
Bile Atrocities Troops in Pursuit"
1t was the old, old story briefly told. |
Warnings disregaried; official reports Of
the neighboring troop commanders pooh
poohed and pigeon holed by functionaries
of the Indian bureau; a sudden, startling |
rash Of one body upon the agent and his |
helpless family; simultaneous dash from
the other end of the reservation upon the
scattered ranches in the valley; a stage
conch ambashed; valued old soldier
butchered in cold blood There was no
more thought Of breakfast for Lane. lie
hurried to the telegraph office, thence to
the police station, thence TO an attorney |
whom he was advised TO employ, and by |
noon he was whirling westward. mo lag |
gard heN when the war cry rang along the |
blazing border