The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1892-06-15

You thaid YOU onc5 knew man by tie
name Of Westerly"
"Oh. yes. did once; but this is not the
one."
How do you know2s
"oh, bother" exclaimed Davaris. Il
though We had this matter settled once"
i really am awfully tliorry TO trouble
you tho much but Of eourthe you would
be glad to find out II thith 18th the man you
once knew"
Il don't care about It."
How long ago did you know thith
Westerly, may athkY
Ten years" snapped Davaris.
do you thuppoJhe he has changed
much since you saw him latht9"
How do know
IF / wath to show you a picture Of him
taken the day be died, would you recog-
nithe III" Hayermeyer drawled out the
words slowly.
"Possiblyr'
well. look at that then,s exclaimed
Hayermeyer suddenly, as he took from bis
pocket small picture.
Davaris took 1t and looked at 1t intentIy.
The figure resting In the chair, the sur
roundinRs in the room Of the old house
were blurred and indistinct. but the face
was marveiously sharp and clear.
Havermeyer did not say ANYTHING, but
watched the Greek. The hand which held
the picture was trembling, and the black
eyes scanned every feature. every line Of
that pictured face with feverish interest.
Davaris held the picture close to his face.
THE same eyes-the same mouth" he
muttered. And be Is deadr
He let his hand fall 10 his side; he
raised his eyes and looked Off over towards
the mountains of the east. They were
lark and shadowy, save in one spot where
the sun lighted up bit Of woodland with
strange effect.
Il thought you knew him." exclaimed
Havermeyer with a note Of triumph in his
voice. "He 18th an old acquaintance,
fanthyp
i didn't say so, did IT. said Davaris,
looking at Havermeyer quickly.
ut wath not nethethary; every move
you made, every tone Of you voice, your
whole actionth prove that you recognith
in that picture-that man there whom
photographed after his death-Cy:us
Westerly whom you knew ten years aso
In Grsethe. Don't trouble to thay any
thing to deny it. You may keep the PIC
sure; ] have another. And now my dear
friend allow me to bid YOU good bye;
must dreth. will thee you at dinner"
and Havermeyer walked Off whistling.
That fellow Is not the fool he looks"
said Davaris half aloud, as he watched
him. Good Heavens, ] must have more
self command Westerly dead ii only
had seen himp
It was fortunate for Davaris that moth
ing was said of the matter at dinner that
evening, for he felt that II anyone ques-
toned him about Westerly. it would COM
pletely unnerve him. And he was more
than delighted when after dinner Haver-
meyer absented himself. Constance and
Langford went out on the piazza, and the
two elderly women disappeared to parts
unknown, leaving him tete-a-tete with
Miss Montague in the library. There was
sudden change in the weather; the air
which all day had been SO warm was
colder, and chilly wind had arisen. For
time the two in the library could hear
bits Of conversation from Constance and
Langford on the piazza; then they heard
them come into the house.
Davaris listened for few moment to
Miss Montague's animated chatting, be-
fore he said, anxiously:-
You thought it very peculiar-the way
acted about that photograph"
You mean the one Mr.. Havermeyer
had? she replied, evidently anxious to
gain time.
YES"
Why. no, really"
"Of course you understand there was q
mistaken"
Certainly think it merely little
joke of the men. They certainly were
away all night that time they went hunt
ing, but as for finding hermit or any
thing Of that sort Miss Montague
stopped, and laughed merrily. "Tremend-
Gus nonsense"
Davaris looked relieved Il am glad
you think so,' he said. "0f course-tre-
mendous nonsense" He sat down in
chair opposite Miss Montague And
about that german you were speaking
about at -dinner-may really lead with
you?
And for an hour2or so he talked to her
with animation. Presently his eyes
lighted on violin in one corner Of the
room. She saw him looking at 1t, and
instantly got up and brought the in
strument to him.
"oh. Mr.. Davaris would you really play
just little for ms" was what she said;
but her eyes asked more than her words.
For an instant she drew back; he had not
touched violin since the day Langford
found him playing in his studio in New
York. He looked up into her face; he
took the violin. It was fine instrument
and as he examined it his face lighted up
with the expectation of true musician.
Rapidly he tuned it; his 1.-the fingers
nervously frightened the strings; he
placed the violin beneath his chin; he
took up the bow from the chair where he