Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1898-07-11

days ago. He had invited Count Ban
tinni, an Italian nobleman, my aunt and
myself to use his box at the Horse Show
last night, and had taken the tickets
away by mistake. Oh! I am sure he
is all right, although his leaving was
quite unexpected. / feel confident he
will explain erything when he re-
turns
"Are you quite sure that letter was
from him?" was the next question of
the detective.
The young lady started and stared at
Hendricks as if debating whether he
could be in his right mind.
81 have never dreamt of it's not being
from him." she said, firmly. ST am
sure I've no reason at all for doubt
ing it,"
Mrs. Winfret leaned forward, her an
gular form stiffening as if under some
petrifying process due to the action of
a startled state of mind.
81 am not sure of it, now come to
think over the matter" she remarked,
giving each word separate and dis
tinct drop. ''You remember, Dorothy,
you said you could not forgive him for
debating the letter to a typewriter and
not even signing it,
The young lady flushed at the per-
sonality, but she finally admitted that
she had not exactly appreciated the
manner in which the letter had been
written, while she still held firm to the
belief that it was genuine.
Nothing could be easier than to
forge a typewriter communica ton, {"
suggested Hendricks, paving his way
to more startling disclosures. "Have
you the letter."
''It is upstairs" said Dorothy, her
tone betraying growing perturbation,
despite her effort at calmness. ''Come
with me, aunt; we will return in mo-
ment."
When they had quilted the drawing
room, Hendricks resumed his seat, and
looked steadily at the doctor.
81 think III let it out" he said. "She
can bear it. A blind man can see she
isn't in love with the murdered man.
1t is the other patch in the red crazy
quilt that will turn her cheeks white
and darken those great eyes"
''Oh, you refer to Gielow!" cried the
doctor.
Hendricks shrugged his shoulders.
at will doubtless strike her, as it
will the police, in fact, as it will the
public at large-that he is the one man
in existence who would be likely to want
Caruthers to send in his checks, as it
were, especially as they had row just
prior to the committal of the deed"
"It certainly does look shaky for
Gielow," admitted Lampkin.
''My one hope" said Hendricks, sis
that Gielow does not needle-point his
fnger-nails. Few artists have time for
such feminine rubbish"
but Gielow is not regular Bo-
hemian," rejoined Lampkin. "He is
most particular about his dress and is
thoroughly conventional - strict
church-man and that sort of thing.
His studio is said to be marVelously
attractive place where, during the sea-
| son, he holds afternoon teas and
| musicales. It wouldn't surprise me q
bit to hear that he manicured his nails
The door opened just then and the
heiress entered, followed by her aunt
Miss Hun tington opened the letter
and handed it to the detective
Even at distance of several feet, and in
the dim sensuous glow made by the
light striking through the ruby-colored
| globes, the doctor saw Hendricks eyes
flash as they fixed themselves on the
sheet of paper, and noted the eager
flush Of his face which betokened dis
| covered clew. The letter ran as follows:
"My Dear Miss Huntington: How can
ever hope to get your forgiveness for run
ming away from New York so suddenly
without acquainting you with my plans
| However, this will reach you in time tt
| inclose the tickets for the Horse Show.
| am sure Count Bantinni will see to your
| pleasure and comfort. I am here since
three days, and have every day-nay, ever!
hour-been occupied with pressing bust
ness. Hoping soon to see you again ant
rendering my best regards to Mrs. Win
fret, believe me, Yours sincerely,
WELDON CARUTHERS."
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