The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1907-04-19
CHAPTER XVI.
An Interesting Story.


oa1know.;me!" he half gasped "Then
yes" said Blanton, quietly; 81 know
all. and have your accomplices, Mordaunt
and Sawyer, under arrest. 1t will be use
less to make any deienseE,save TO Ten IN. ine
AFFAIR N
Harry Blake had stood there, in silence.
he a' now nov looked at Bianton and said, in a
tone of wonder and amazement:
"This is Gordon Weatherby? He was
not murdered, after ALL"
This is Gordon Weatherby, and he was
not murdered" replied the detective. Then
he. turned toward the man. and said;
Mr.. Weatherby, tell me why you MUIR
dered your twin brother"
Again the man started. How. did you
know he was my twin brother?" he asked:
81 deduced it. But tell us; tell us your
entire story 1t will do you no harm, and
may do you a good deal of good"
Gordon Weatherby was silent a few mo-
Very WELL will do so. did kill my
do the same thing over again. Listen; I
:" Il am English by birth Was born and
reared in the south of England. l had
twin brother, Morton, and while ! was
scarum, and was continually getting into
scrapes. I used to shield him from our
fathers wrath, and got him out OF scrap pes
youths and when we grew to be men 1t
was the same. Whenever he got into
scrape-which was of frequent occurrence
he came to me- and always helped him
when we were twenty-five, however.
This is the one thing of all things that
is sufficient to part the best Of friends, and
we gradually grew to dislike each other,
say that most Of the iii feeling was on
fair race. and that. whichever won. It
would not be right for the other to harbor
''Well, won The young lady chose me,
and my brother was wild with rage. He
me rue the day that won the girl away
from him. talked to him as calmly as
was possible: and argued that It was
fair race and that he should not bear ma
lice, but he burst forth in torrent OF
abuse and .revilings, ending. by uttering
threats to be I reysengged and 1 left him
Gordon Weatherby was silent and
thoughtful a few moments, during which
time he gazed at the floor and 1t was cyl
dent that he was going over again in his
mind the scenes he was describing. Blan-
ton and Blake had taken seats, and the
ing away at it with a satisfied air. He was
feeling contented and happy, indeed, for
he had solved one of the deepest and most
impenetrable mysteries that he had ever
been engaged upon.
IT did not see my brother for several
MONTHS" went on Gordon Weatherby,
presently; then he came to me and Of
fered to make up. He acknowledged that
he had been in the wrong. and that he
should not have borne malice. Let us be
friends again; he said; we have AYE always Iva
cannot endure the thought of our being
enemies
was only too glad to meet him half way.
We shook hands and made up. and things
moved along smoothly for four years.
Then child was born to my wife and me,
nd hQnnineqq COmnIete.
child was a girl, and we named her Ger
trude; she is upstairs now, the dearest,
ever had, and 1t is for her sake that
have grieved over this terrible affair for
she thinks me dead. and is srieving for
"You are mistaken" broke in Blanton:
quietly, as he blew ring of smoke toward
the ceiling; ''she knows that you are alive.
and are hiding from the officers OF the
law"
How can that be possible7'' he asked:
who could have told her this? But of
course. it was you who told her. I wish
0ad are Rst das s %ordauut told her,
..Mordaunt?''
..But why did he tell herr"
HE told her the story OF the murder,
and then used 1t as a lever with which
Wife, VI s9r0s nef - p''''' " ''O' ~
Gordon Weatherby stared for few mo-
msnts. and then exclaimed. iercely: 'rhe
villaini''
HE is all that and more" quietly; but
go on with your story"
81 will do so, but first am going to ask
you to promise to foil the scheme of that
villain, Mordaunt. VIII you do it?''
IT will; he shall not force your daughter
into a marriage with him.
THANK you; now / will go on with my
story: For two years after the birth OF
our daughter my wife and I were very
happy, but trouble was brewing. One day
my brother came to me In great distress.
He had gotten into a scrape that would
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