The sun. (Jacksonville, Fla.) 1905-1908, 1906-09-22


CHARLES B. Farwell, Duluth, MINES
sofa"
great faith in JEFF as a character read !
er, and always had him md out wnat
he could about each client before ne
got into the inner sanctuary OF the
private ONCE.
young man, sah," replied Jen,
"bout 30, good lookin', well dressed,
appearance of havin' money, san.
sheet It's woman trouble, kunnel."
"Why woman trouble, Jeff?" smil'
ingly asked Cheney.
"Well, you see, sab, he's mighty un'
easy an powerful anxious to see YOU
Wouldn't see any one else. Then mes
got brack eyes an always rolls 'em
from side ter side. Alive noticed men
VIII brack eyes that rolls 'em from
side to side Is mos gently In truble
over women. OATS all, kunnei."
JEFF was greatly impressed with MS
ability as sleuth. His one absorb
ing passion was his admiration Tor
Col Cheney, and II "the kunneT had
told JEFF that Christopher Columbus
was an African he would have be-
lieved It, and woe betide anyone VINO
tried to shake that belief
"Well, you just have Mr.. Farwell
wait in the outer Office for few min.
utes and I'll ring when want you To
bring him In"
yves, sah," said the deferential Jeff,
retiring.
Col. Cheney finished his mail, dis
missed Miss Wood and then, stepping
over to one side of the room, pressed
an unseen spring, and small panel
noiselessly opened BY clever ar
rangement of mirrors the entire out
side waiting room could be seen
Cheney called 1t his "tell-tale," and al.
WAYS used It when a stranger wanted
to see him. Jeff's analysis OF Mr.. Far.
well was quite accurate. He was good
looking, his eyes were black and he
had the appearance of money. Like
, a Gagged lion Mr.. Farwell paced up and
: down the room, his eyes glancing un-
easily from side to side, and every
once in awhile he looked at his watch.
"It's a woman all right" said Che
: new to himself, land II don't let him
in here pretty quick, I'll have crazy
3 man on my hands" The secret panel
; was closed and Col. Cheney touched q
}, button on his desk. A moment later
I the door was opened and Jem an
n nounced: "Mr. Farwell," and the Wis
9 itor entered
o "Col. Cheney, I believe
o Eyes, SIR" said Cheney, extending
n his hand. won't you suit down"
7, THANK you," said Farwell, vigor
y ously shaking the preferred hand ant
:. nervously sinking into a convenient
chair.
II "Col. Cheney" he continued, II an
q in serious trouble. very serious, and
II want your help" He paused for a me
It ment and Cheney merely said yes.
," he always allowed his client to do tn
% talking, that is until something tangi
BILE was shown. Farwell hummed an
hawed and seemed at loss for word
Il with which to express himself. Che
" ney saw he wanted quieting Unfit
b. ence.
70 "Now, Mr.. Farwell, just pull your
"a self together. You're nervous an
ie overweight, but II you want my hel
IN you must give me all the facts In tn
IT, case. Come, now, what Is 1t? Whs
~ help do you want"
IN This seemed to have the desired g
IN feet and Farwell looked Chene
ul square in the eyes and said:
IN "Col. Cheney, want you to find m
'r, a name. have everything else
nd this world, money. position. friend
OF the love of good woman, but
haven't a name"
in "YOu-haven't--a--n gaspe
ce Cheney, for a minute dumbfounde
is what Is this one?" he said, readir
ne Charles b. Farwell" neatly engrave
ar- on the card.
is. That's the one I've had so far