Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1894-04-14

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lar would run the risk OF being caught
In the act OF breaking into hous,
an then leave his graft behind him
A man like DIR. Gareau would. Tn,
tlate might turn up to appear against
him. He could not dispose Of IL, h
took II only for blind
"Rogerson appeared to be mighty
interested In Gareau yesterday.
wonder II he has got on Il
! this idea. By the hockey. he's beer
'shadowing' the house and the doctor
oil day. didn't think anything OF Il
then. ] was dead sure OF my man II
Dyke, but can see I'm wrong. The
/ other must be the one. Ill get bacl
TO town Just as quick as tan. He hal
the note book too: | gave IL to hin
without 4 thought yesterday. Well
I'll look for the leaf: that's Of more i'm
portance now. First, I'll see how
Adrian Dykes little affair turns out. =
The men he is following have disap
peared during his meditation.
He has not advanced ono step while
forming this, his last theory, but this
fact does not give hima ny uneasiness
He knows where they are going, where
he W II find them. So breaking into q
dog trot. he crosses the field, and ID
soon out upon the road. II is some
little distance to Gardner s cottage, hui
the detective soon covers il.
lie takes to the cover Of the bushes
growing along the roadside rs he draws
near the cottage. He las seen the two
men just entering the gate. Gardner
goes into the cottage, Adrian Dyke re-
naming outside. just inside the gate.
The night is pitch dark. heavy masses
Of clouds have been gathering for an
hour past, but none Of the parties have
noticed It. They are too intent on
something Of more Importance. In the
distance. the heavy rambling OF thun-
der can he heard, the sky being Lit
now and then by a lightning fash.
"Going to be a Storm" NUT
ters Taker to himself, "and
I'll get soaked, They had better
hurry with the kid or It II get wet. I"
still Adrian Dyke does not seem to
notice the sign Of approaching storm.
He Is waiting the return of Gardner
with his child, the little one he would
have been willing to sacrifice for his
own ends.
Suddenly a hoarse cry Of terror, of
heart-rendering despair, comes from
the cottage. Both the waiting father
and the watching detective hear it.
The next moment Gardner appears in
the doorway. A vivid dash OF light
ming lights up the scene, and shows the
face of the man, white and Mortified,
his eyes almost bursting from their
sockets.
What is 1t, Conrad?" he asks, his
heurt filed with forebodings, his voice
hoarse.
"Oh, Mister Adrianl Oh, my mas
ter"
"speal! What is it9 Don't keep
me In suspense"
1.-THE baby the little grill Oh, Mr..
Adrian" he breaks down again.
What of her?"
"She Is dead!"
Dead? All, God! Dead! His child,
his own flesh and blood that he has
put from him-dead. Can II be? Per-
haps she is only soundly sleeping.
"You must he wrong! Speak! Tell
me you did not look we'll You only
thought So"
mo, no, master. turned down
the covers to take her in my arms. My
missus was sleepin' and Uidn't want
to wake her. picked up the little
thing. She felt heavier to me tina
usual. looked in her face. listened
ut her heart No, she Is dead. Dead
and gone"
A piercing scream sounds from the
scream. then the sound of
woman's tears, the sobbing of q
voice. My baby, my own
precious little one. Wake up. Look
In my face. You cannot be dead.
You must wake again"
The dazed father stands as II bereft
Of strength and reason. The thunder
has increased in volume, the angry
darts across the inky SKY.
Now the first drops OF rain fall upon
the parched earth, on the dusty road,
upon the head of the stricken man.
"Come inside, SIR" pleads Gardner.
at Is goin' to rain hard. Come in,
you will see for yourself. must 20
and comfort my wife. ! must tell her
al. She must know that her own
baby is livin'."
The master turns away.
No, Conrad" he answers In far
,way. weary tone. "You 20 In and
your wife. Tell her that she
IS not childless. ! cannot look upon
hat little dead face. cannot gaze
upon the child that my action has muir
iered, for Il Is I, her father, who has
about her death. Conrad. She
was too young, too delicate 10 be ex-
posed to the night air. You 60 In. l."
Re signs deeply.
You will 20 home. sir?" anxiously.
Eyes. ! will go home" He dweils
with mournful Significance upon the
word. He turns and goes out of the
,ate.
The rain now falls in torrents, wide
sheets that wet him TO the
kin. He does rot mind Il, does not
NOW II In raining. He thinks only of
lis hopes shattered, his life ruined. his
lone desolate, his wife 'childless.
There has not been much Of love be-
ween husband and wife In the past.
ucIc Will Oc less WINCH hue kuOWb AL
What Is there 10 life for him to live
or? Nothing. Only exposure, which
viii bring no rccompense now. Only
Iigrace, shame, the stings Of an out
aged conscience. 1.-THE way Of the
rsnsgressor In hard" All, he begins
o feel L. "In what does Il benefit
nan II he gains the whole world and
nsrs his own soul" True. Soul?
'la .kened with the crime Of an un-
Iatural parent! Damned by the death
( the little treasure. sent helpless and
eeble, entrusted TO his care 70 bring
~ 20 his heart. But he has cast her
ut she Is dead. He would be better
cad Who would miss him? Not one,
nless Il be the faithful Conrad, or
crhsps his brother. that brother upon
Fhom he has turned his naughty back
q the days gone by. VIII he miss him.
iourn for him? His wife2 Mol She
,ill mourn at first perhaps, butafter'
lot one Bit The money which 10
oming 10 him from his aunt will 90