The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1899-03-10

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mind was wrong, don't your"
Hendricks eyes went to the pave
ment.
81 have not moment to lose," he
said with awkward evasion, "and as 1
know you would be glad to lend a
hand"
'Oh, do, do give me chance" broke
in the girl, eagerly.
''Weu, come back to the studio.
must have talk with Henri, and if you
will assure him that 1 am all right it
will be great help"
THANK you 81 MUCH" she said, pre-
ceding both of the men into the hail
way and to the elevator.
When they had reached the retired
corridor leading from the main hall to
the studio Miss Huntington laid her
tapering, gloved hand on Hendricks
snow-cOyered coat.
"Can you give me one single bit of
hope?" she pleaded, in a voice full Of
quavers.
Hendricks flushed to the eyes.
"Not now-not until can't tell
to Henri on a certain point"
"You are so good and kind" she said,
huskily. eff you do not restore him to
us, shall always love you for trying
so hard"
The restraint he had put on his feel
ings forced a sort Of moisture into the
eyes of the detective, and when he
walked on after her he struck one of his
feetagainst the other and he almost fell.
Henri opened the door.
Il have come back, Henri" said Miss
| Huntington. ''These are good friends
Of your masters. They are trying to
aid him. You must freely tell them all
you know"
Henri bowed and muttered his will
ingness TO comply with her wish as
they passed him, going into the recep-
tion-room.
Hendricks paused before picture in
! oil, standing on an easel. Itrepresented
thin-faced, black-eyed Italian woman
bent almost to the earth under great
load of rags and scraps of paper. Be
meath the picture was written the title,
"Ambition.''
Nobody but genius could have con-
ceived that deep human lesson" he said
to Lampkin, who was at his elbow. at
is just like that in life. That woman
is as ambitious in her way as a candi-
date for a throne, and if she were to
get so cents for her load she would
be as happy as millionaire over a new
yacht. You waste time plying poor
people; they would pity us if they had
the time"
Then drawing Henri into an adjoin-
ing room, Gielow's sleeping apartment,
Hendricks closed the door carefully.
Did your master leave any of his
linen here?" he asked.
Eyes, sir, nearly all of it."
Hendricks deliberated a moment.
Henri" he said, finally, 81 think it
barely possible that it may throw a
little light on our case for me to know
something about the sort of linen your
master wore. Did he ever wear cuffs
separable from hrs shirt sleeves?"
He did, sir. 1t is not considered ex-
actly good form by men of fashion, but
| those cuffs saved Mr.. Gielow a lot of
trouble. You see, when he wanted to
give a touch to a piece of work while
dressed to go out, or when he had just
come in, he could detach the cuffs in
minute and have his hands free to
handle the brush without taking time
! to get into his knockabout suit
"Ah, see; and do you suppose, Henri,
that you could identify one of his cuffs
if it were shown to yOU?"
81 think so, sir; 1 didn't mark his
things, but they were always Numbered
! by the same people, and they have a
way of their own for marking the linen
! of a customer
"What is that?" asked Hendricks, de-
laying the hand he had put into his
pocket for the bloOd-stained cuff.
They had a different number for
each customer, sir. Masters number
has been 1886 for several years. I'll
show you. Some of his things are in the
next ROOM"
When Henri had gone out the detect
i've took out the cuff from his pocket
and examined it. He now saw what he
had hitherto regarded as a manufac-
turers trade-mark-the very number
Henri had mentioned. Hearing the
servant coming, he quickly restored the
cuff to his pocket and indifferently in
spected the articles Henri spread on a
! table.
Il am fully satisfied on that point"
he said. ''Now, want you to give me
all the information you can, and if 1
am able to bring him back he shall
know that you helped"
Bring him back?" gasped Henri, pal
ing. do you think if he was found that
it would go hard with him?"
'No, l do not" answered Hendricks,
reassuringly. ''The main thing now is
to find him."
81 didn't think they would blame him
much when they know it ALL" said the
servant. HE was certainly out of his
mind"
Hendricks gave an impatient shrug.
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