Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1905-06-29
CHAPTER VII.
Continued.

I'm distant alleyWey. lying on the
grOund-''
"Dead?"
dead"
ut is not she; know it is not she.
I cannot, will not have it the signo.
rina."
II hope you are right; | sincerely
hope you are right, but she had pack
ct by her side and in that packet was
handkerchief and on that handker-
chief name was written and that
name is
"JennyT
'Jenny Rogers"
"But she calls herself Naldi, Selma
Valdi; has been known as Selma Naldl
for years. Whatever her original
name might be she would have 'Naldf
and only 'Vald on her kerchief."
II do not think it good reasoning, but
no matter about that. 1t is question
easily settled. All you have got to do
Is to accompany me to neiShboring
station. One glance at her face"
II had rather not do it. | have had
enough of such excitement lately. Yet
l would never forgive myself if it We're
really she and | shirked the RESPONSE
bility Of the recognition. Let us 80,
Byrd. let us GO
The detective expressed himself as
ready and they st ted. One glimpse
and Degraw became new man. 1t
was not she.
singular" muttered Byrd, "that
they should be both naFCed Jenny
But on their return he was tempted
to mutter something more emphatic,
for just as they stepped into the build
Ing they heard voice speaking out in
loud and shrill tones:
"a girl missing from your school?
And what is her name, please?'
"It is Jenny-Jenny Rogers"
"Ah. And how does she look? What
Is her complexion and the color of her
hair?"
Fair. sir: very fair. Her eyes are
blue and her hair bright yellow"
At this unexpected response Byrd,
who had been turning to speak to De-
graw, stared and exclaimed, in his as
constituent:
"Fair? The woman cannot know
what she is talking about" And push
Ing forward he dragged Degraw to the
place where this colloquy was taking
place.
"She is an orphan the good woman
was now saving, "or | should not feel
so badly about her disappearance, and
she is so pretty too, and So
But fair Byrd here put in, with
deprecatory glance at the inspector, to
whom the other was speaking.
"Oh, yes, sir. white as a lily There
was not blucr eyed girl in the
school"
"And her name"
as Jenny Rogers"
"The dead girl is no blonde he
cried. "Icr Jenny Rogers is not our
Jenny Rogers; yet how curious. Two
Jenny Rogerses on our books to-day
and"
Here he was tapped on the shoulder
by an elderly man, whose countonance
at once attracted the artist by its
keenness and good nature.
You're wanted" was his word to
the young detective. Something has
turned up
May bring this gentleman? lie
is secrecy ITSELF
The other, who did not seem to think
It necessary to look at the person thus
commended smiled in an indulgcnt
sort of way, and remarked:
IF he knows Of any one by the
name of Jenny Rogers he will be only
too welcome. But l hardly think"
Il know a Jenny" intcrposed De
graw, with hasty look at Byrd. And
though her name may or may not be
Rogers, she has left her lodgings under
circumstances so mysterious that l
have come here for the express purpose
of gaining information in regard to
her"
"Humph! and her last name is not
Rogers:'
THAT | cannot say. 1t is not the
name she is generally known by, which
is"
Byrd pnched his arm. 1--WE won't
detain Mr. Gryce," said he. Then
turning to the other: May l bring him
along? We have already been together
to Station, to see one Jenny RoS-
ers, and he has just heard this woman.
who has Just como in, tell Of the diSap-
pearancc of another, and consequently
we are both profoundly interested in
anything which touches upon this es-
pecial subject. ] can vouch for his
discretion, and"
Come along" interrupted the other.
1--WE have clue to the mystery, and
remarkable one it is, too" And with.
out further parley he led them into a
private apartment, where several men
We're already congregated around a
slim young fellow of Il Good counte-
nance and frank manner, ana as they
soon found of a mellow and confidence
inspiring voice.
PausiDg in the background, III.
Gryce laid his finger on his mouth.
They at once stood still and listened.
'It is short story" the young man
was saying "and of course ! don't
mind repeating it. About month ago
I was lying in my bed with my Will
dow up. live in Sixteenth street, be-
tween Fifth and Sixth avenues, and
nv room IS n front one overlooking the
street. was awake, although 1t was
nearly o'clock, and was thinking, as