Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1898-02-04

snmpse OF his face. 1t was Hunter ~.
Skinner, as you please.
Inc thought of the treachery he had
been guilty of toward her in whose nav
ne was came to me and inflamed me
with sudden and uncomfortable ANGER
ottering an expletive, under the spur
OF strong impulse, made spring for
him. Out through the door 1 followed
linn, and down through the yard. He
mad too much the start, however. and
was over high board fence at the bot
tom OF the yard before could come M
to him.
l. retraced my steps to the lawyers
Office. The old fellow was standing in
the door and seemed to have been high
~ diverted by witnessing the chase,
judging by his face. .-
"The rascal! the villain!" ex-
claimed, pushing past the lawyer into
the office and sinking down, painting
fer breath. IF ever get my hand on
him. I'll wiring his neck!"
Sonntag closed the door and then
turned toward me. "What have YOU
against him." he asked.
recounted the shooting incident.
to which Sonntag listened with whim-
steal expression.
HIN! And he shot at you when YOU
called him Skinner, eh?" he remarked.
when I had finished. ''Must be some
thing in his former life; but then-wcll.
it's strange, certainly. Why, 1 always
address him AS Skinner. and he never
attempted to shoot me; indeed, he
never seemed to notice."
''Then it is evident his attempt to
shoot me was not for my calling him
by his right name. See here, Mr.. Sonn-
tag l continued, earnestly, 'do you
suppose he is in any way concerned in
the cellar AFFAIR.""
"Who, Skinner? Good gracious, no!
that is, I can't say, but I think not"
What were you talking to him
about?" asked, eying the old fellow
with. some Impotence, for the more +
conversed with him the less could I'M
derstand him.
"Oh, about a matter of freight" my
agent replied, indifferently.
1T was trivial, then?''
"Yes, yes, of no Importance what
evcr.''
"Mr. Sonntag, it is from no wish to
know the subject of your conversation
with that wretch of Skinner that I
ask the question. But I happened to
sec you just before entered the Office,
and am trife curious to know if YOU
usually speak as earnestly on unimpor-
tant topics as you evidently did to him.
The lawyer regarded me moment.
He seemd to be debating some question
in his mind.
''Was I earnest?' he finally inquired.
"Everything about me seems to be
mysterious! exclaimed, piqued to
Impotence at his wholly lodging my
question. '"There's one mystery that
will be cleared up soon, however,"
added, decidedly.
''Yes? And that is"
'"rhe cellar mystery"
Sonntag again cautioned ME against
being too precipitate.
''Then give me some good reason for
your caution!" I exclaimed. Its get
ting monotonous following peoples adj
vice without having a reason for so
doing. III do so no more. have half
a notion to get out of the place. Ever
since my arrival, petty trivial circum-
stances have harassed me and kept
Inc in an irritable mood"
"Well, maybe it would be best for
you to visit some of your friends in
town." Sonntag said, refectively, IF
only for a few days"
''No, sir. have no friends, and your
seeming desire to have me away makes
me the more determined to stay. But
4 course of supineness is done with.
Now I'll take the reins, and see WHAT'S
to be made out of the driving"
Just us you please about that, of
course, Mr.. Conway. But do beg of
you, and it is for your own interests
speak, delay the attempt to enter the
cellar until Tomorrow"
''Why?" I CURLY asked.
"Youll know in the morning. my
lawyer replied, with a smile.
II may be dead by that time" re-
piled. Certainly if must be the tar
get for every assassin's bullet, my
coffin might as well be ordered now"
Saying which, I took my own pistol
from my pocket. "You see that? Well,
it means that after this I'll be as handy
with u pistol as others are"
Mr.. Sonntag eyed me rather sus-
piciously, as though not ut all certain
but that 1 would level the weapon at
him.
Those things are dangerous, Mr..
Conway. and are liable to 60 off without
warming" he remarked, dryly, after l
had returned the pistol to my pocket.
Eyes, l know that. And if there
should be occasion for it to 60 off in my
hand, you may be sure it will be for
the purpose of hitting something.
believe my peace is threatened, If not
nv life. How do know but what that
cellar under my room has been used,
maybe is being used, for some criminal
purpose? If that is true, my arrival
in Jacksonville and taking up my abode
right in the midst of hidden crime