The Nezperce herald. (Nezperce, Idaho) 1900-1957, 1906-08-30
for The Term of Ills Natural Life

BY MARCUS Clarke

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How can prove itf" cried Rufus
'a"es' roughly impatient 'srhsrs are
crimes committed which are never
them" "
:, Wen said Rex. as il weary of the
discussion. have II your own way. then.
iou know best. The private detective
same Is hard work. l. myself. have
sone on wild goose chase before now.
nese mystery about a certain shin
puiiaers son which took me four months
10 unravel. and then lost the thread"
shipbuilder's son, Who was heY'
Jonn Rex paused in wonderment at
.ne eager interest with which the opes-
uon was put. and then FASTENED 10 taks /
sdsantage Of this new opening for con
sersation- "A queer story. A we'll
Anown character in my time-Sir Rich
ara Devine. A misery old curmudgeon.
win seape-grace SON."
hurus Dawes bit his lins 20 .~ots
showing his emotion. This was ths 49,
ond time that the name Of HI 49,
1T .ss. nsa been spoken In his hearing.
~ s 1 remember something OF him.
ne said. with voice thar sonndss
strangely calm In his own ear
A curious story" said Rex. plpnr;ng
80 P1se memories Among other mat
e ! daooied little In the private
nne OF business. and the old man
e 70 me- He had a son who had
-s aofoad-a wild young dog, BY all :
i'm" Pa'eieuiars OF .
DID he get themY'
10 certain extent. I hunted him
trough Paris into Brussels. from Rms n
s.s 70 Antwerp. from Antwerp back TO o
ais l lost him there. A miserable u
~ 10 long and expensive search. b
= nothing but portmanteau with a OF
=. ieuers from his mother. / sent the a
ar'ieuiars to the shipbuilder. and bv al OF
se0unes the news killed him, for he died II
And the sonY' II
Tame to the queerest end ~ an IT, 10
man had left him his fortune sh
rye one. 1 believe-but he'd left En- til
pc, II seems, for India, and was lost /,
-Ahr' ms eous'n- ~
annoys me when I think Of III all
ntlnued Rex with the resources &C
o. 1907 Oh, miserable failurer Tbs Tr
~ ana nights I've spent walking about no
KING Tor Richard Devine. and never dis
'enins glimpse Of him. The old man scr
'e me his sons portrait. with full mar. He
mars OF his early life. and suppose + sig
1ed that ivory gimcrack In my breasf he
'ket Tor nearly three months pulling '.ru
'ut TO refresh my memory every half
" II the young gentleman was any, wol
~ IKE his picture. could havs vol
'rn to him II I'd met him In Tim dri'
too 80
10 you think you'd know him thei
IN asked Rufus Dawes, In q low Of
e, turning away his head c
mere may have been something in the wer
Iude In which the speaker had nut the
sen that awakened memory. or per the
the subdued eagerness OF the tone that
rsstins 20 strangely with the com haw
tive inconsequence of the theme. capt
caused John Rex's brain to perform and
OF those feats Of automatic synthe- catie
I which we sfterwsrd wonder. The COW
igate son-the likeness TO the nor soup
the mystery Of Dawes life, These ingel
the links Of gslvanic chain. He apho
d the circuit, and vivid fash re- ing.
d to him-The Man. .P
zrder Troks coming up. put his Burg
on hexs shoulder Dawes he my
you're wanted at the yard" and right
seeing his mistake. added. with A muni
Curse you two; you're 50 much west'
one can't tell t'other from which Sigma
tus Dawes walked of moodily: but CESS
hex's evil face turned pale. and a boats
g nope made his heart leap. 10 si
okes right, we are alike III not stood
him to escape any more" ger b
to On