The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1902-10-23
A knave Of Conscience
80 BY FRANCIS LYNDE.
CHAPTER XXXII-Continued
Copyright, 1000, By Francis Lynde.)


The detective blew a smoke-cloud
toward the ceiling and nodded slow
~. There isn't a shadow of doubt
: about his identity, now"
Then, pardon me, Mr.. Griffin, why
DO you come to me. Why don't you
make your arrest and take the man
to New Orleans? I'll be there to ap-
pear against him at the fall term of
COURT
Il don't rightly know why I have
come to you" The detectives replv
was as hesitant as his nod had been.
i've put the irons on some queer GUS
toners in my time, and I don't know
as I ever hung back till now. But
this fellow
Estate your case," said the banker,
briefly. II can't conceive of any,
thing which would come between you
and your sworn Duty
''That's it; that's just it. Neither
could I. But something has come be-
tween, this trip. First off, I got to
know the fellow pretty we'll before
found out who he was, and-well, he
sort of captured me, as you might
say. He wasn't anybody's hold-up;
he was just nice, square, clean-cut
gentleman, all open and above-board.
Pretty soon after that, he did me
considerable of a good turn-took
some trouble to do it. About that
time began to suspect who he was,
and not to be owing him when it
came to the handcuff act, I tried to-
even up on that good turn of his.
That's where fell down. Instead OF
squaring the thing, got in deeper,
and the cool-headed beggar saved my
life, out and out. Now that's my hot
box, Mr.. Galbraith. What would you
do if the fellow saved your life?"
Andrew Galbraith answered Off
hand, as a man will when the sup
position is only an hypothesis which
can by no means be transmitted into
facts personal.
I should do my duty, of course.
This would be an uncanny world to
live in, Mr.. Griffin, if we let personal
considerations stand in the way Of
plain Duty
The detective rose and found his
hat. II don't know" he said. Then
little things have bothered me, some
times. Good evening, Mr.. Galbraith.''
And with that he left the closed
room and the hotel and took his way
downward, walking slowly, but
steadily, as man who has made up
his mind to do thing of moment,
taking the consequence as man
may.
AS for the banker, he threw away
the extinct cigar-a bit of wasteful-
ness so inharmonious with his char
acter as to be in itself mark of I'M
usual Perturbation-and went out to
see if dinner were ready. It was not;
and so he strolled on to the veranda,
reaching it just as DR.. Farnham was
handing himself into buggy with a
young lady. Andrew Galbraith looked
again, and recognized in the young
woman who was holding the reins
one of his late rescuers. Whereupon
ne descended the steps to speak to
her. Since the doctor was the house
physician, the banker had met him;
but this was his first intimation that
Griswold's companion was Miss Farm
ham.
Thereupon followed the introduce
ton in due form, with encomium
enough on the part of the rescued
one to make Charlotte blush, and the
good doctors eyes to grow conspic-
uously dim with fatherly pride.
1--WE must know more of you, Mr..
Galbraith," he said, Hospitality. "Can
you save us tomorrow evening, and
come to quiet little family dinner?''
Andrew Galbraith said he would be
delighted, and so they parted.
But many things were scheduled to
come between the invitation and the
quiet little family dinner at Lake
Lodge.