Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1904-10-18
By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN
Copyright. 1908. BY the Bobb..Merr,n Company
Mystery Of Agatha Webb" "Lost Mans

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had so loved had not lived to share his
elevation. He was rubbing away the
mold from the name which, by his own
confession, was the only one to which
his memory chung in sympathy or en-
dearment. At his feet lay an open
basket, in which detected the remains
Of what must have been rather
sumptuous cold repast. To all appear.
ance he had foregone none of his an
cient customs; only those customs had
taken OH elegance with his rise in for
tune. The carriage and the horses and,
most of all, the imperturbahle driver
seemed to awaken some awe in the
boys. They were still in evidence, but
they hung back sheepishly and eyed
the basket Of neglected food as if they
hoped he would forget to take it away.
Meanwhile the Gathering of chains
against the harness, the paving of the
horses and the low EXPLANATIONS of the
driver caused me the queerest feelings.
Advancing quite unceremoniously upon
the watcher by the grave, I remarked
aloud:
1.-THE setting sun will soon release
you, Mr.. Moore. Are you going imme.
diately into town."
He paused in his rubbing, which was
being done with very tender hand,
and as If he really loved the name he
was endeavoring to bring into palmer
view. Scowling little, he turned and
met me point blank with look which
had good deal of inquiry in it.
~ am not usually interrupted here"
he emphasized-"except by the boys"
he added more mildly. "They some
times approach too closely, but / am
used to the imps and scarcely notice
them. All, there are some of my old
friends now! Well, it is time they
knew that change has taken place in
my fortunes. Hi, there! Hands up and
catch this and this and thisv' he Shout
ed. "But keep quiet about it, or next
year you will get pennies again"
And, fiinging quarters right and left,
he smiled in such pompous, self salts
fed way at the hurrah and scramble
which ensued, that it was we'll worth
my Journey there just to see this exhi-
bihon Of combined vanity and good
humor.
'Now gow he Moderated; and the
urchins, black and white, few away,
Ainging up their heels in delight and
shouting: "Bully for you, Uncle David!
Wen come again next year, not for
twenty -hyes. but fifties."
II will make 1t dollars If I only
live so long," he muttered. And deign-
ing now to remember the question l
had put to him, he grandly remarked:
II am going straight into town. Can
I do anything for youp
Nothing. I thought you might like
to know what awaits you there The
city is greatly stirred up. The coro.
ners jury in the jeffrey Moore case has
just brought in q verdict to the effect
that suicide has not been proved
Naturally. this is equivalent to one OF
murder"
"AhP he CALCULATED, slightly taken
aback for one SO invariably impassive.
"And to whom is the guilt of this
Crime ascriped2" he presently ventured.
.There was mention of no name, but
the opprobrium naturally falls on Miss
Tuttle."
"Miss futile? Ah!'
"since Mr.. jeffrey is proved to have
been too far away at the time to have
fred that shot, while she''-
II am following YOU
"Was in the very house-at the door
Of the library in fact-and heard the
pistol discharged, If she did not dis
charge 1t herself which some believe
notably the district attorney. YOU
should have been there. Nh Moore.