The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-08-14

Frank Shirley hailed him, and he soon
formed a third ia the puzzled group.
"We1. sir. what is il I'm wanted for2'
SAID the constable i'm his best official man
ner. though he knew the artist chap
quite well. and had been familiar with
Mary ever since her irzt arrival in the
village
we cannot make Mr.. Carlow hear.
for all our knocking, and are afraid that
he may be III, and would like TO force the
door"
Hin" said the policeman, as he stoop-
ed stifiiy, ana peered through the key
hole, key amt in the door"
mo. l had seen that"
'NIaynt the old chap have gone out?"
Look az that" said Mary, and pointed
to the agitating stuff which darkened the
window of the sitting room.
wei, miss, it do seem curious at this
time of the day. Now. if you suspected
ifoul play We could have cause to break
Surely We can do so II we fear the Old
man is ill?'' said Frank, in rising indigna-
ton.
Wen" pursued the self-important Of
fetal, "'e is Miss Mardeau's relative an
if She wishes it IN soon find way in"
81 wish it," said Mary simply.
Police Constable Tif1n tapped the end Of
his stout stick through one Of the diamond
panes of the window, methodically knock
ed away the jagged edges of glass, and
putting his hand through the aperture,
easily opened the window, and got
through into the room. Frank followed
him with agility, and they soon discover
ed that The Old mans bed had not been
slept in-that he was nowhere on the
premises. They unlocked the back door
and admitted Mary. Each room of the
cottage was searched through; everything
wore the usual aspect to which one of
The three was well used. Nothing was
disturbed; but no Gregory Carlow was TO
be seen.
Therewas nothing for it but to coniect-
ure as 10 where the old man could have
gone so mysteriously, and to patiently
await his return. The constable kept
watch ana ward at the cottage and Frank
and Mary promised to send the village
odd-job man along at once to repair the
window. I'll m" murmured the police
man to himself as the two went down
the road. They're a well-made couple,
anyhow. Shouldn't wondern
What it was he Shouldn't wonder"
at listener would not have been able
to ascertain, though it may be imagined
that the policeman had shrewdly guessed
the tender relations of his two late COM
panions.
The mysterious disappearance of Greg
DRY Carlow afforded a fruitful topic of dis
cussion with the villagers Of Thornley,,
most of whom liked to know little more
about their neigh bOrs' business than they
ever troubled to know of their own. Many
were the conjectures started as one after
the other attempted to account for the un-
accountable 1t was recalled by some of
the elders that the absentee has as
young taken part in the great gold rush,
and it was suggested that he might have
got fired once more with a greed for gold
a suggestion favored by the childish talk
of him as "miser"
Those same young people who called
him miser soon had rumors Of their own
flying about the village. for one of their
number gifted with a more vivid magma
ton than his fellows thought it not UNI
likely that the devil had come suddenly
and claimed the miser, and even went the
length of Tightening the effect of his
theory by declaring that he had distinctly
smelt sulphur on passing the cottage.