Highland recorder. (Monterey, Highland County, Va.) 1877-1972, 1894-03-02

me. Out With i'll"
"My name is Cole Winters.
To the utter establishment OF the
spe ker the other sprang forward ana
seized him by the wrists in a vise-lke
grp.
A moment more and he had taken from
one of the spacious pockets of his coat q
pair Of band-cuffs.
Don't iron mol" cried Cole in con-
sternation.
Il must. You're getting bad again. L
thought you'd got all over that notion.
What noiion?"
THAT yOl we're that young murderer,
who killed old man st. Cyr."
How came here2" asked Cole, when
his companion had returned the hand
caffs TO his pocket and resumed the
chair, which he had drawn close up to
the bed.
Nov your senses are coming back to
YOU. Lie still and I'll tell you. Just as
YOU fell ont of the window | happened
along. l have er,at faculty of happen
ing along when I'm wanted I'd had my
eve on Max Morris for better'n week
and lowed that he'd want me soon, cause
I calculated that something was afoot. "
"Well2" said the anxious auditor upon
the bed, by way of stirring up the speak
er. who bad paused in his narrative.
He said you was a n asty reporter VINO
had got into his house and learned some
of his secrets.
And the young lady"
Il didn't tother about her. You had
struck your head on a rock in falling, and
told Nj x you were dead.
Did you really think so?"
"For fact. And I near gave the thing
away by laughing"
What thing?"
The soft snap would have. You see
knew just what Max wanted.
"And that was?"
IS i'll Max, L hope he is, and want
YOU TO make sure of it.
"The scoundrell" cried Cole.
@Oh, YOU can't blame him. You had
foun out secrets of his, he said.
What did you say?"
L said. how much2' He said fifty
dollars / said, mot enough. He said,
'one hundred 1 said. good"
And then?"
Then l carried you back to the alley
and went for my wagon I'm an express
man when l work-and brought you
here"
Did Morris believe that you would kill
me?"
"Of course, if you weren't dead already
He knows me- I've worked for him be-
fore"
Cole shuddered. He did not doubt
that the man was partly insane, but the
cool vav in which he talked of murder
quite startled him.
"On the way" resumed Moore. 1 fell
your pulse and found you we're alive.
And so brought me here?"
"No. was pointing for the lake shore
above the city. What would I want tC
bring you here for?"
But when you found I was no
dead"
Il prepared to reciify the mist Ike:
rolled you over in the wagon and clubbec
my whip, which is loa1ed for just such
work.
-Merciful heavenl" gasped Cole.
That was what saved you-that Of
Providence. which I reckon was the same
thiug-or, rather, slyed me, for I'd never
have slept easy again if I'd killed you.
What happened?"
"As was aiming for you saw some
thing white that had fallen out OF YOU
pocket. There it is.
The dwarf took from an inside pocke
and handed our hero a white ,rd.
It was the one given him by the city
editor who had employed him to work NJ
the St. Cyr murder mystery.
IL stated that the bearer, Miltor
Moore, was specially engaged in the st
Cyr matter. which would account for am
suspicious movements on his part.
What did you do, then2' asked Cole
as he turned the card ovsS and over.
II lit q match to read it, and ther
came nigh faintin' away.
why so?"
Why so2 Hadn't l come within al
ace of doin' up little Milton Moore, tn
only son of my only brotherH Wash
that enough to give me turn"
Quite, Uncle jerry" answered ou
hero. as he fully comprehended the co
incidence of names that had we'd hi
life.
Then you don't lear me grudge.
Not in the least.
Il was afraid you would, and made u
story for you. but I'd heap rothe
tell the truth. learned to do that whel
| was boy with your father
A strange combination it seemed
man who loved to tell the truth, yet hest
tated not to take the life of fellow
creature.
How can 1 bear q grudge?" returne
Cole. IF you hadn't happened along
Morris would have killed me-"
"Of course he would, Nifty; that's tn
way to look at it.
Have I ben delirious?"
SCrazy as a loon. Kept calling your
self Cole Winters That's why l KEEP
| them"
Moore pointed to pile of newspaper
that Law in one corner of the room, an
had escaped the observation of ou
hero.
what do you mean?"
Il didn't know but what the fe
YER would have made you crazy, an
wanted the papers 10 knock the delusion
out of you by showing that Cole Winter
was running around loose, but that th
police kept sayin' that they were sur
TO get him next day,
@And so I couldn't be he?"
You've called the turn. Look at el
while l get you something to eat. Yo
ought to be hungry by this time.
Jerry Moore tossed the papers upon II
bed, and beg n mending the fire in th
diminutive cook-stove.
With hands trembling with eagernes
our hero caught them up and began
hurried examination OF their contents.
But he continued this but moment
Suddenly he uttered a cry of anguis
aud sank bock upon the pillow in
fainting condition.
His eye had fallen rpon the followir
bold headlines:
THE CALUMET MYSTERYi