The Bellefontaine Republican. [volume] (Bellefontaine, Logan County, Ohio) 1855-1905, 1903-04-21


the way. he did some hard thinking.
Several times he said half aloud: 81
don't believe he struck her. 1t amt in
him. But if this comes out he's ruined
anyhow; might as well 90 to the chair.
And for such womanr'
A young man in the publishers Office
smiled when he asked for Warren Pres
cott's address.
''That is pseudonym," said the
young man. We are not at liberty TO
give the name and place of residence.
That is a secret"
"a secret echoed Burr. 'Why, the
| mans picture is up on a thousand bull
letin boards
The youth admitted that this might
| be true. but he.declined to discuss it.
A pretty young woman entered the
| office and approached the clerk whom
Burr had questioned. The detective OBJ
served that the clerk led her aside
| when he spoke TO her.
"She asked for Prescott. She's in a
hurry. She'll go somewhere else to find
him. said Burr TO himself.
He followed her. She boarded a car,
| and the detective sat in a corner, pro-
| fessionally inconspicuous. but with an
| open eye. Having i'm his memory the
| evil life and wretched death of a Ger
| tain woman. he was affected by a
/ strong impression of contrast. This
| bright eyed creature of beauty was SC
| fresh and fine. so delicate in all heI
sensibilitiesi A rough word would have
hurt her like blow or, as Burr phras
ed it to himself:
He wouldn't have TO hit this one
He'd only have to tell her; that's az"
But contrast to De effective must in
volve a similarity. They were both
women Burr was conscious of a sud
den and new recognition of this sister
hood.
This one is going to feel it," he
said. You can't hit one woman with
out hitting another. That's the way
I've always seen it happen"
The girl left the ear and went into
an office building. where she took ar
elevator TO lofty floor. There she
knocked upon door which bore in
small gilt letters the name "JohT
Lang" No one answered. She wrote
a few words upon Il card. inclosed il
in an envelope which had been folded
in her purse and thrust it through the
hole for letters i'm the door.
Burr was puzzled. He mad no mean:
of knowing whether John Lang was
Warren Prescott. Probably he wasn't
1t might be better TO follow the girl q
little farther. He was about TO do 81
and was very near the door when he
heard IL faint click of the knob. He
fiattcned himself against the wall. The
door was opened cautiously. and head
was thrust out and withdrawn. WheI
the door began to close. it encountered
Burr's foot. and he was inside the room
in a second.
Good morning" he said. I've seeI
you before"
We'll" was the answer in a trem
bling voice. What of it?'
The man was very pale. His han'
shook so that the envelope which b.
had just opened rustled audibly. Bur
saw the card which it contained. 81
could not read the name. but the writ
ing in pencil was larger.
1 Dearest-Wait. I'm coming back.
So the imaginary romance was true.
Il saw you over there" said Burr
nodding his head sidewise in the direc
ton of the house with the pillared pol
tico.
The mans face was CHASTITY.
'You struck that woman" continues
the detective. Il know the whol
thing. You might as well give up"
81 didn't mean tc 10 it"