The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1906-08-10

ove~ and over. MIR. overton was evil.
IDENTIFY considerably excited when h.
sent it. and somewhat incoherent ii
consequence. Well. Well, he will bt
here. l dare say, by the time l have
looked through the Times. ana then We
shall know all about it. Even thelniost
insignificant problem would be well
come in these %stasnant days"
Things had indeed been very slow
With us, and l had learned to dread
such periods of inaction. for l knew by
experience that my companions brain
waG so a~bnortnally active that it was
dangerous to leave ~ without material
upon which to work. For years j had
gradually weaned him from that drug
mania which had threatened once To
! check his remarkable career. Now l
knew that under ordinary conditions he
no longer craved for this artificial slim
ulous, but / was well aware tina The
isend was not dead but sleeping, and l
have known that the sleep was a light
one and the waking near when in peri
DDS OF i3lenCss l hay seen the drawn
look upon Holmes ascetic face, and the
brooding of his deep set and inscrutable
eyes. Therefore L blessed this MIR.
ONerton, whoever he might be, since
he had COTE With his enigmatic mes
sage to break that dangerous calm
which brought more peril to my friend
than all the storms of his telnpestuous
life.
AS we had expected, the telegram
was soon followed by it's sender, and
the card of Mr.. Cyril Overton, Trinity
college. Cambridge, announced the ar
rival of an enormous young man, six
teen stone of solid bone and muscle,
Who spanned the doorway with his
broad shoulders, and looked from one
of us to the other With a comely face
which was haggard with anxiety.
Mr.. Sherlock Holmes?'
My companion bowed.
I've been down to Scotland Yard,
Mr.. Holmes. l saw Inspector Stanley
Hopkins. He advised be to come to
YOU. He said the case, so far as he
could see. was more in your line than
IN that of the regular police"
Pray sit down and tell me what is
the natter
It's awful. Mr.. Enthusiastically aw-
full! wonder my hair isn't gray. God
frey Staunton-you've heard of him, of
course? He's simply the hinge that the
whole team turns on. I'd rather spare
two from the pack. and have Godfrey
for my three-quater line. Whether it's
passing, or tackling. or %dribbling.
there's no n to touch him. and then,
he's got the head. and can hold US all
together. What am l to do? That's
ask You Mr. Holmes. There's
trained as a half, and he always edges
right in on to the serum. instead of
keeping out on the touchline- He's a
Tine place-kick, it's true, but then he
has no Judgment and he can't sprint
for nuts. Why, Morton or Johnson, the
Oxford f1iers, could romp around him.
Stevenson is fast enough. but he
couldn't drop from the twenty-five line,
and a three-qaarter who can't either
punt or drop isn't worth a place for
pace alone. No, Mr.. Holmes, we are
done unless you al help me to find
Godfrey S%taunton-"
My friend ffas listened with amused
surprise to this long speech, which was
poured forth With extraordinary vfgor
n earnestness. every point being driv-
en- home by the slapping of a brawny
hand upon the speakers knee. When
u visitor Was silent Holmes stretched
out his hand and took down letter IS.
of his commonplace boob For once
he dug in vain INTO that mine of varied
information.
There is Arthur H. Staunton, the
rising young forger,'- said he, and
there was Henry Staunton, whom I
helped to hang, u Godfrey Staunton
is a new name to me-"
1t Was Dun VISITORS turn to- look sur-
prised.
Why, Mr.: Holmes, I thought you
if yoa have never heard of Godfrey
Staunton, you don't know Cyril Over
ton. either"
Holmes shook his head good hurnor-
eddy.
Great Scott" cried the athlete.
Why, 1 was first reserve for England
against Wales, and I've slsippered the
varsity all this year. But that's moth
ing. Gidn't think there was a soul in
England who didn't know Godfrey
Cambridge, Blackheath. and five inter
nationals. food Lord! Mr.. Holmes,
where have YOU lived?"
Holmes laughed at the young giants
naive establishment.
You live in a different word to me.
Mr.. Overton-a sweeter and healthier
one. My r~amitications stretch u into
many sections of society, but never, 1
am happy to say, into amateur sport.
which is the best and soundest thing tn
England. However. your unexpected
visit this morning shows me that even
In that world OF fresh air and fair play
there may be work for me to do. So
now, by good sir. I beg you to sit down
and to tell me. slowly and quietly, ex-
actly what 1t is that has occurred, and
how you desire that l should help
YOU"
Young Overton's face assumed the
bothered look of the man Who is more
accustomed to use his muscles than his
wits. but by degrees. with many repe-
titions and obscurities which 1 may
omit from his narrative, he laid his
strange story before us.
CONTINUED Next Week.
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Houses Gong Out of Fashion.
Providence Journal: NO" said the
Red Bridge carpenter. shaking his bald