Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1897-09-02

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pairing notes with Conway traces them to n
telephone arrangement, and an important
conversation Is put together from the de-
tached phrases heard. Conway learns that
Hunter, station agent. at sldington, is an
alias for Sltinrer
Noting Sonntag's surprise at my
words, explained the reason of my
outburst---how Jackson had of late
changed his opinion of my innocence,
and how Florence had made compact
with him, and the certainty he seemed
to feel that she would be compelled to
redeem her promise.
The lawyer was all attention now,
keeping his sharp eyes constantly on
my face, while poured out my opin-
ion of Jackson and his underhand meth
DDS. 1 was a lover and Jackson a sort
Of rival, SO naturally my remarks were
somewhat stronger, perhaps, than nee
essary.
'Why did you call the station-agent
Hunter?" asked Sonntag.
because he told me that was his
name," replied.
"Indeedl What could he have told
you that for, wonder? His name is
not Hunter; it's Skinner"
''It is? Well, that's odd. Why should
he wish to conceal his real name from
me?"
"H'm! can't say, I'm sure" replied
Sonntag, dryly "But l am delighted
beyond measure to hear what you have
told me concerning Jackson" he ex-
claimed, with more enthusiasm than
he had ever displayed.
"Oh, indeedl 1t does not delight
me; the bare suspicion has been enough
for me to endure. do not know that
would care very much for u seeming
proof of guilt to be found against me.
You do actually seem pleased" l re-
marked with disgust.
PLEASED is not the word. am more
than pleased. What you have told me
is a most important bit of news" Sonn-
tag said, taking up his hat.
,,,."Why is it important, and to whom ?"
I asked.
,"very important to me, but more to
Yourself"
.5"No; stay and explain" I called to
him as he went out the door; what
do you mcan~
l"Haven't moments time. Must go.
I mean that most probably the cloud
which has enveloped your name will be
lifted shortly. Do not cut into the cell
lar to-day. Wait until tomorrow"
Saying this. my lawyer departed.
CHAPTER XI.
I I stood for some time gazing at the
door through which Mr.. Sonntag had
gone. Amusement held possession of
me. A thousand and one questions
whlrled through my head.
But my lawyer had departed. final
ly strobe to the window in the hope of
finding him within hailing distance.
He was far down the Twineburgh
road, too far to call him.
1 saw him pull up his horse and lean
forward and address a man who had
approached him from the opposite di-
Tection.
The conversation lasted but minute,
and then horseman and pedestrian each
went on their several ways,
When the pedestrian drew nearer 1
saw it was Hunter, the station agent AT
Sidington, or, as Sonntag had informed
me, Skinner. 1t seemed very odd that
he should have assumed another name.
Then my eye caught the glimpse of q
horsewoman coming down the road
from the direction of the Morley resi-
dence. 1t needed but that glimpse to
tell me that it was Florence. She was
coming toward the house, perhaps to
see me.
When she reached the cross-road lead
ing to Sidington and Twineburgh, up
which the man Huuter was approach
ing, she refined up her horse.
When the fellow came up to Florence,
4 was surprised to see him stop and en-
gage her in conversation which last
ed some minutes and appeared to be
rather earnest. Judging by the way
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