Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1892-09-22

irritating suggestiveness, just eluding
the grasp of his tantalized memory.
"Where did | see him before?" no
thought, and then, like u mirage, tho
scene reflected in the mirror of the Wag-
ner drawing room car two months pre-
vious flashed before the minds eve 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 u 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 | saw go ont of CHECKER
ing hall half an hour ago" he said.
"Find his address for me and I will pay
your price"
1t was few days over month later
when he received telegram in Boston,
whittier he had gone the day previous,
which said:
"Have found name and number. Come
home"
81 saw the original of this sketch day
before yesterday, driving in a carriage
explained the detective ON Henshall's ar
rival. 81 followed and saw him enter
No. 3 West Thirty eighth street.
then followed the driver to the stables.
and learned that the carriage had been
rented some three months before by a
family named Crawford, of the number
and street | mentioned"
When Mr.. Henry Henshall presented
himself before the ianitor of No. West
Thirty-eighth street to make inqIiries
concerning family named Crawford
he was informed that they took their de-
parture early that morning and left nc
address.
"They leased these furnished apart.
ments for three months" the ianitor ex-
planned, land 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.. Henshall MAY ]
inquirer
But the inquiries elected nothing from
the other people in the house.
No one had ever exchanged word
with the family. The woman opposite
volunteered the opinion that they were
set of cranks, and no better than they
ought to be, in her opinion.
ga rich old man, d queer woman, a
fellow with an evil eye and crazy girl
who played the fiddle ate 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 where they were.
With these words she slammed tho
door in Mr.. Henshalls eager face.
That evening a woman whose gar
ments bore the same relation to past ele-
gance that her face bore to past beauty
called on the janitor Of No. s. West
Tmrty-eighth street to make inquiries
concerning a man by tie name of DIR.
Henshaw.
''No such man livin' here, miss" re-
piled the janitor, with that air of i'm
portance peculiar to the freedom of one
whofeels the newness and greatness of re-
sponsible duties. "The only doctor ever
bin roun' yeah in my day is DIR. Watson,
and he's dun gone today"
Ina ne go alone! asked the lady
quickly.
'tNo, the whole family dun gone, too
Mister Crawford, Miss Crawford and
Miss Brown"
A steel blue light flashed from the
once beautiful eyes of the faded blonde.
"And he left no addressi" she asked
quietly.
mot any, miss. Gen'm here today
lookin' for the same parties, but nobody
knows nothin' about them"
The lady turned and walked away.
"Very well, DR.. Watson" she NUT
tered under her breath, II shall know
who to search for now, and if you are
on this earth my vengeance will yet find
you-"
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