The Kinsley graphic. [volume] (Kinsley, Kan.) 1890-1940, 1898-08-19

of popularity in him. But there was
something about the old fellow did
not understand; there seemed to be
great unknown depth to him beyond
the mere fact that he was country
lawyer and my agent. Nevertheless.
I felt that he was to be trusted felt
safe in his hands. My own opinion be-
ing so heartily corroborated by the doc
tor made me all the more satisfied.
But my trust and confidence in the
old lawyer soon received shock.
When we arrived at Sonntag's office
I sprang from the buggy, and, after
thanking the doctor, walked up to the
door. Sonntag was walking back and
forth with his hands behind him ear
nestly conversing with some one in
side. There was also rear door to the
LAWYERS office. A man was standing
near this door, and when I entered the
Office he quickly stepped out; not so
quickly. however, but that caught a
glimpse of lis face. It was Hunter, or
Skinner, as you please.
The thought of the treachery he had
been guilty of toward her in whose pay
he was came to me and infamed me
with sudden and uncomfortable anger.
Uttering an expletive, under the spur
of strong impulse, I made spring for
him. Out through the door followed
him, and down through the yard. He
had too much the start, however, and
was over a high board fence at the bot
tom of the yard before could come up
to him.
I retraced my steps to the lawyers
Office The old fellow was standing in
the door and seemed to have been high
ly diverted by witnessing the chase,
judging by his face.
''The rascal! the villain!" I ex-
claimed, pushing past the lawyer into
the office and sinking down, painting
for breath. eff 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.
I recounted the shooting incident,
to which Sonntag listened with a 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-well,
it's strange, certainly. Why, 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" 1 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 think not"
what were you talking to him
about?" I asked, eying the old fellow
conversed with him the less I could I'M
derstand him.
"Oh, about a matter of freight" my
agent replied, indifferently.
'It was trivial, then?"
Eyes, yes, of no Importance what
ever"
''Mr. Sonntag, it is from no wish to
know the subject of your conversation
with that wretch of a Skinner that I
ask the question. But I happened to
see you just before entered the Office,
IL
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," I
added, decidedly.
Eyes? And that is"
''The 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 ad-
vice without having reason for SO
doing. I'll do so no more have half
notion to get out of the place. Ever
since my arrival, petty trivial circum-
stances have harassed me and kept
me in an irritable mood"
well. maybe it would be best for
you to visit some of your friends in
town." Sonntag said, reflectively, ''if
only for few days."
| NO, sir. have no friends, and your
seeming desire to have me away makes
me the more determined to stay. But
a course of supineness is done with.
Now I'll take the reins. and see WHAT'S