The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-05-17
= ONE OF MY SONS. X
A THRILLING DETECTIVE STORY
KATHARINE GREEN
MRS U $3.50
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OF G P Putnam Sons New Copyright Ann katharine
Who, though an inmate OF his
louse. does not bear the name OF Giles

house. does not bear the name OF Giles
pie. 1t is your butler. Hewson-'
With shout be threw out his hands,
and then sank painting and with dropped
head into the cnair mercifully at hand to
receive him,
IT have always sworn that Leighton
was innocent" he cried out with unex-
pected vebemence. In public and pri-
vate, declared that-he could-no more
have done-that thing"
smeetwater sli22ed from the room and
quietly followed, shutting the door
suftly behind me,
We went directly above: aid this time
found the room we wished to visit, open.
AS the face of it's natural occupant could
be plainly seen from where We stood, we
gratitled our curiosity by momentary
Contemplation of It, Like his brother,
but he was neither flushed with wine nor
engaged in idle revery. On the contrary,
he was very busy writing letters. But
he was no. satisfied with his work. He
! locked restless and disturbed and, in the
minute or two we stoed there watching
him, tore up the wretched scrawls he had
Just indicted, with a groan indicative not
| only Of in}1atience, but deep, almost
heart-rending anguish. On his pale brow
and in his a.senmated frame few signs
remained Of the once luxurious Alfrec
| and VIXEN. after a second attempt az ex-
pressing himself. he made dash at the
unfinished letter and, crumpling 1t to
nohhing in his hand. threw it into the IRE.
turned to Sweetwater and whispered!
"Cut this misery short
| The young detective nodded, and with
clearing of his throat, meant, am sure,
as warning, he advanced and entered
the room. into which ! rapidly followed
him. Without pausing for any greeting
from the astoniShed Alfred, he at once
presented me in the following manner:
Mr.. Gillespie, will you allow me the
honor Of presenting Mr.. Cultivate, who
has come to offer you his hearty con-
gratulations?"',
CONGRATULATIONS" don't know
whether I was more moved by the sar-
casm or the desaair expressed in this
repetition Of the word, which must nave
fallen with strange effect on Alfred Gil
lespies ear. For what, may ! ask?'
''For the speedy lifting of the cloud
which has darkened this house; for the
fl lee and honorable return OF your brother
from his present place OF detention, and
the Incarceration in his stead OF the OLD
man, Hewson, who has just confessed to
the crime of having poisoned your father,
Hewscn! Old HewsonA" ALFRED rose
| with a wild laugh that was not unlike
curse. you are playing with me! you
| are r. r. :,
mo" I interoosed, with decision he
|
Mr.. Gillespie. What the detective says
is true, Hewson acknowledges the whole
| thing. He wanted little home, kne"
that legacy awaited him at your "a
theirs death, and wished to hasten Mi
enjoyment of it. Your father recognized
him as his soisener when too late. IA
tried to communicate the TACT u
Miss Meredith in the five words
None of my sons. HeWson,
hut his strength failed him, and he onl!
succeeded in impressing on the paper tn
unfinished words, 'one OF my sons ne.
The detective will explain
t"Ah!" was his troubled response, as a.
sank back into the seat from which M
had risen. Then az he met our eyes hxet
alphabetically upon him, he dropped nj
head upon his arms, crying brokenly
Don't look at me! Don't look at me
All this misery and shame! And 1T wa
Hewson Oh Hope! Hope!"
) We left him. 1t was all we could do
AS we stepped down together into tn
lower hall. sweetwater remarked to me
with one of his rare smiles:
"If you know of any one to whom TIL
} unexpected clearing of the Gillespie nam
will be especially gratifying, you are a
liberty now to make the good new
known. I'm off for police headquarters
there to begin those proceedings whic
will release Leighton Gillespie in time t
: meet the body of his wife at Communi
paw