The Savannah morning news., 1904-05-15
The MISSING Man B. .' V.
By AAPYR.P. HATCH.
Author of
"The Bank Tragedy"

accomplished. liar. TN fetch it. I
guess you will find you can play lit
tie"
But he could not. or would not. He
drew the bow across the strings without
either tightening or tuning them. and
when the discordant strains followed
he threw the violen down in disgust.
Il told you so. l can't play. and
never could. You have been deceived
1t was some other person.
You Will have to tell that so some
buddy else than me, when I've seen
you a-settin an a-playin' for hours
Sunday an eVenin's, in your room
here. Mis- Hamilton knows it as well
as I do"
Yes l have heard you play often"
said Constance.
WELL have been living a dual life
then. l have heard of such things. All
know about it is l left home III May,
and l went little ways on the train,
and L came to myself in this room.
If worked at the mills as machinist
and play the violin 1 knew nothing
about it,
You did not work as a machinist
but as a common millhand. You, how
ever, showed a good understanding of
| machinery and often remedid
defects in it,
Well, It's the strangest! Two men,
| an both on 'em lost their senses at
the same time. 1t would be queer
enough if they had a-ben but
one!" and Mrs. Fry looked as if her
mind had turned a somersault.
What does she mean?" asked the
sick man of Constance.
Another person had a similar ex-
! perience to your own, of processes
to have done so. But we will not talk
of it now. Another time will do as
we'll. I dare say DR.. Peck will say
| that we have talked too much already,
| and Constance, anxious herself to say
no more at the present time, not until
| she had recovered her full powers of
reasoning, arose to go.
You know best. 1 am tired, but you
will come again, Constance. What,
by?"
"Good-by," said Constance, family.
| But that is not the way to say good
! by. Come here and l will show you
how" and a roguish look came into his
| eyes that made her almost cry out, 1t
was so like Vane's. She hesitated as if
about to comply, but she did not.
mo, no, you forget, l can't, l must
mott" and she swiftly left the rooom,
but returned in moment. to say in
hurried accents, II cannot come here
again if you ask me to kiss you. or say
anything to me about it. No one thinks
you are my husband. You will have
| to prove it,
very WE'LL" he said, bitterly; "but
at least l can see the children"
Il don't know; perhaps So" and
Constance would have fled to her own
home had not Mrs. Fry come to her
side and clutched at her dress.
What does it mean, dearie, what
does it all mean?"
you know as we'll as l do, Mrs
Fry. He seems like Vane, the other
looks like him. Oh, it is dreadful
dreadful mystery"
There's one thing about it. He's
a changed man. He don't appear ne
more like Primus Edes than my Oar
or Mark, not a mite. And to think III
can't play; though, to be sure, it''
easy enough to say that"
What do you think?" asked Con
stance, piteously.
81 know what other folks will think
They will say it is all sham. Tina
he wants to git you himself ava!
from the other one, and he didn't know
no other way. They would say h
knew all about Mr.. Hamllton's com
in back an about your not feelin
jest satisfied, an all that, an tina
you thought he looked like your hus
band"
There was a vein of shrewd com
nonsense about all this tha5 impress
ed Constance. Still the futility o.
such an attempt. if it was as she said
struck her as forcibly.
1T doesn't seem as il any man IL
his senses would do such a thing
mo, it don't; but there's queer
works in the world, an you know an
1 know Edes want never jest like