The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1907-02-15

sweet. Charming girl he now found her. He
was glad he had not wasted longer time
abroad.
Next year, old chap, we'll dine together
at Southam Hall. But I'm glad to keep
you company tonight" he remarked, as they
sat down to dine.
Julian not forgetting to greet Mark
Stiles with pleasant, frank smile: .
To which Mark bowed. He had been in
good service, and knew exactly how to be-
have himself.
Its the same to you, sir, I'm thinking"
he said but we don't any of us grow
younger"
Then the dinner was brought in, and very
excellent it was. But Julian noticed how
little Ferdinand ate, also that he seemed to
grow more and more moody as the courses
succeeded each other. What had come to
him Julian scarcely knew, but he grew frac-
tious and peevish, then downright quarrel
some. Once or twice Julian had to bite his
lips to prevent hasty answer which might
have provoked further strife.
And he was drinking a great deal of
wine, that he noticed also, his face getting
redder and redder as the dinner progressed
Julian heartily wished it over, but there
dessert to be got through yet If only
he could hold his tongue and not reply to
his cousins insulting remarks all might yet
be we'll. At last came the climax. With an
nsidious smile, Ferdinand made some dis
Il suppose the old woman wants to trap
you?" he said coarsely. She tried for me
till you succeeded to the estate. Now, of
course, you are the bigger fish to land.
That's why she followed you up here, l
suppose, and brought the pretty Fedore to
bait her hook with
scornful laugh followed the words.
Julian, stung beyond endurance, threw
down his knife and fork, and sat up
squarely.
What do you mean by that, Ferdinand?
Apologize this moment If you do not wish
me to leave the table and your society"
Ferdinand chuckled inwardly. His scheme
was succeeding beyond his hopes.
Il shan't APOLOGIZE" he said, with
growl. II mean every word l said. They're
a pair of them-mother and daughter
You're not the first man they've angled for,
I'll wager. You're an easily gulled fool,
and they know it,"
The next instant a pair of strong hands
were at his throat.
"Unsay those words" said Julian in his
ear "Unsay them, or III throttle YOU"
The two closed together like a couple Of
maniacs But Julian had the advantage. He
was of taller stature, and more musular
make. Or it might be that his cousin al
lowed him the advantage. His blood was
up. Ferdinand had openly insulted the
girl he loved, and her mother also.
But he did not know the cunning sub
terfuge with which he was surrounded
After vainly endeavoring to throw him,
Julian saw his advantage, and with quick
movement dashed his adversary back. With
heavy crash he fell, his head coming in
contact with the sharp edge of the fender.
There he lay, prone and motonless, streak
of blood making its way down his face, and
streaming on to his immaculate shirt front.
This was the signal In rushed Mark
Stiles angry and indignant at his room
being turned, as he expressed it, into pot
house and brawling tavern"
You've done it now, Mr.. Julian!" he ex-
claimed. by jove, but you've killed him -
White as a statue the young man
leaned over the PROSTATE body.
He placed his hand upon the heart.
There was not the faintest movement. The
wounded mans jaw seemed to drop, his
head rolled back upon the floor, his eyes
went up till nothing but the whites were
visible.
The two men stared at each other, dsmay
apparently upon the face of both.
''My soul What shall l do?" burst at
length from Julian's trembling lips He
was shaking from head to foot like an
aspen leaf.
Bolt Now! This very instant-while the
coast is clear. Be out of England before
the alarm is raised. It's your only
"But you'll swear it was only an acct
dent?" gasped the awestruck Julian. HE
tainted me beyond endurance. had to
close with him to avenge the insult
Stiles shrugged his shoulders and pointed
"what'l the police believe of that. Mr.:
Julian? You know as well as l do. II
YOU don't want to pass the night in police
cell-if you don't want to hang by the
neck for murder, bolt and quickly. I'll
swear you shall have time enough for
that"
Before he could reach the door his way
was barred.
girl with dark hair and pale cheeks
pressed into the room.
Father, father what means all this
noise? All, all! she shrieked in terror at
the sight she saw.
Her father. vexed beyond measure at
her entrance, could not hide the state OF the
"A quarrel, Clara. Out Of the way
there, stand back, and let the murderer
1t was an awful wOrdmit was an awful