Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1895-03-28

10? He could only continue to keep a
secret watch upon the efforts made to
find the treasure. Possibly lie leaves
England and only comes back at inter
walls. Then comes the discovery Of the
rarret. and he is Instantly informed of
IT, We again trace the presence of
some confederate in the household.
Jonathan. with his wooden leg. is ut
terlv unable to reach the lofty room of
Bartholomew Sholto. lie takes with
him. however. n rather curious asso-
ci-to. who gets over this difficulty, but
dips has -alzed foot into creosote,
whence come Ivlv. and siX-mile
limp for a half-pay o.----- With a dam
aged AchilIis tendO"
But it was the associate, and not
Jonathan, who eommitted the crime"
"Quite so. And rather to Jonathan's
disgust, to judge by the way he
stamped about when he got into the
room. He bore no grudge against Bar
tholomew Sholto, and would have pre-
ferred if he could have been simply
bound and gagged. He did not wish to
put his head in halter. There was no
help for it. however the savage in
stincts of his companion had broken
out. and the poison had done its work:
so Jonathan Small left his record, low
cred the treasure-boX to the ground,
and followed it himself. That was the
train of events as far as | can decipher
them. OF course as to his personal APP
pearance he must be middle-aged. and
must be sunburned after serving his
time in such an oven as the AHdamans.
His height is readily calculated from
the length of his stride. and we know
that he was bearded. His hairiness
was the one point which impressed
itself upon Thaddeus Sholto when he
saw him at the window. | don't know
that there is anything else"
THE associate?'
"Ah. well. there is no great mystery
in that. But you win know all about
it soon enough. How sweet the morn
ing air is, See how that one little
cloud floats like a pink feather from
some gigantic hamingo. Now the red
ri-1 of the sun pushes itself over the
London cloudbank. 1t tshines on a good
many folk, but on none. dare bet, who
are on a stranger errand than you and
l. How small we feel with our petty
ambitions and strivings in the presence
of the great elemental forces of nature!
Are you well up in your Jean Paul?''
Fairly so. | worked back to him
through Carlyle"
THAT was like following the brook
to the parent lake. lie makes but one
curious but profound remark 1t is
that the chief proof of mans real great
ness lies in his perception Of his own
smallncss. Itargues, you see. power Of
comparison and of appreciation which
is in itself a proof of nobility. There is
much food for thought in Richter. You
have not pistol, have you?'
Il have my stick
1T is just possible that we may need
something of the sort If we get into
their lair Jonathan shall leave to
you, bat If the other turns nasty | shall
shoot him dead" He took out his re-
volyer as he spoke, and, having loaded
two Of the chambers, he put it back
into the right hand poclsctof his jacket.
We had during this time been fol-
lowing the guidance Of Toby down the
half rural, villa-lined roads which lead
to the metropolis. Now, however, we
were beginning TO come among contin-
uous streets, where laborers and dock
men were already astir, and slatternly
women we're taking down shutters and
brushing doorsteps. At the square
topped corner public houses business
was just beginning, and rough-loolIing
men were emerging, rubbing their
sleeves across their boards after their
morning wet. Strange dogs sauntered
up, and stared vonderingly Mt rs as we
passed, but our inimitable Toby looked
neithe- to the right nor to the left, but
trotted onwards with his nose to the
ground and an occasional eager whine,
which spoke Of hot scent.
We had traversed Streatham, Brix-
ton, Camberwell, and now found our
selves in Remington lane, having
borne away through the side streets
to the east Of the Oval. The men
whom we pursued seemed 60 have taken
curiously zigzag road, with the idea
probably of escaping observation They
had never kept to the main road if u
parallel side street would serve their
turn. At the foot Of Remington lane
they had edged away TO the left through
Bond street and Miles street. Where
the latter turns into Knights place
Tobey ceased TO advance, but began TO
ruu backwards and forwards with one
ear cooked and the other dropping, the
very picture Of canine indecision. Then
he waddled round in circles, looking
mp "a us from time TO time, as If TO ask
for sympathy in his embarrassment.
"What the deuce IS the matter with
the dog?" growled Holmes. They
surely would not take cab or go off
In a balloon
Perhaps they stood here for some
time suggested.
"Ahl it's all right He's off again, ="
said my companion, in "a tone of relief.
He was. indeed, of, for, after sniff
ing round again, he suddenly made up