The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1893-05-17

Weuf ealQ tho an4lOuB 0uutct upon
he bed, by way Of stirring up tho speak
| e1, who had paused in his narrative.
He said you was nasty reporter who
| Of his secrets"
Il didn't bother about her. You had
| struck your head on rock in falling. and
I told Max you were dead.
Did you really think so?"
For fact. And I near gave the thing
away by laughing"
What thing?"
The soft snap I would have. You see
I knew Just what Max wanted
@And that was2'
Said Aa1, 7 hope he is, and want
fou to make sure Of it,
The scoundrel!' cried Cole. e,
sOh, you cant blame him. You had
found ont seerets Of bis, he said'
What did you say7'
Il said, how much7' 10 said, fifty
dollars said, not enough He said,
one hundred I said, good"
And then7"
Then I carried you back to the alley
man when I work-snd brought you
here
did Morris believe that you would kill
me2'
OF course, If you weren't dead already.
he knows me. I've worked for him be-
fore"
Cole shuddsred He did not doubt
that the man wac partly insane, but the
cool way in which he talked Of murder
quite startled him. .-.
On the way resumed Moore. Il felt
your pulse and found you were alive
And 50 brought me herep"
NO. vss pointing for the lake shore,
above tho city. What would want to
bring you here forp"
But when you found was not
r prepared to rectify the mistake. I
rolled you over in the wagon and cl1bbed
my whip, which is loaded for just such
work.
.Me.eiful hesvenI" gaspsd Cole.
THAT was what saved you-that or
Providence. which I reckon WAS the Same
thing-or, rather, saved me, for I'd nerel
have slept easy again If I'd killed you
What happened7'
As I was aiming for you I saw some
thing white that had fallen out OF your
pocket. There it is."
Tho dwarf took from an inside pocket
and handed our hero q white csrd
It was tho one given him by the city
editor who had employed him to work up
the st. Cyr murder mystery.
" stated that the bearer, Milton
Moore, was specially engaged in the st.
Cyr matter, which would account for any
suspicious movements on his part.
What did You do, thenf" asked Cole,
as he turned the card over and over.
Il lit q match to read it, and then
came nigh fnintin' away"
why so2"
ace of doin' up little Milton Moore, the
only son Of my only brother2 Wasn't
that enough to give me turn2"
Quite, Uncle Jerry, answered our
hero, as he fully comprehended the CO.
incidence Of names that had saved his
life.
-Then you don't bear me grudge.'
Not in the least.
Il was afraid you would, and made up
. story for you, but I'd heap rather
tell the truth. ! learned to do that whom
I was a boy with your father.
A strange combination 1t geemed-a
man who loved to tell the truth, yet hesi.
tRIeQ uot 10 tAAo lilo AAo oA q AoAAo~s
creature.
How can I bear Q grudge2' returned
Cole. If you hadn't happened along,
Morris would have killed me-
"Of course he would, Milty; that's the
way to look at it"
Have ! been deliriousi'
eCxaxy - loon. Kept calling your
ssR Cole Winters. That's Why I kept
thsm.'
Moore pointed to pile Of newspapers
bad escaped the observation OF our
hero.
what do you mesn2'
Z didn't know but what tho 10.
va would have made you orasy, snd
wanted tho papers to knock the delusions
out Of You BY showing that Cole Winters
was running around loose, but that the
police kept sayin' that they were sure
10 get him ne1t day.
And 80 couldn't be her
you've called the turn. Look at en-
while get you something to est. You
ought to be hungry by this time.
jerry Moore tossed the papers upon tho
bed, and began mending the fire in the
diminutive cook-stove.
With hands trembling with esgerness,
our hero caught them up and began .
hurried examination of their contents.
But he continued this but moment.
Suddenly he uttered cry Of anguish
and sank back upon the pillow In
fainting condition.
His eye had fallen upon the following
bold headlines:
THE CALUMET MYSTERY