The Montgomery advertiser., 1907-10-03

suv'nor," said the man with . shkrp l look In his little eyes. TankoElana bit
 his lip. and was glad that his face was In the darkness
 T suppose he did call for help" he replied. If he was, as you say. hang ing over the edge" He wondered how
 much the fellow knew. The wood was | traversed by many marrow paths. He himself had watched the tragedy from | one of these at a point close to where | it Joined the one leading past the quar- ry.s He had entered the wood from the
 north side, and had quietly retrnced hia
 steps. unseen by John ShiL it was necessary to find out at once where
 this other spectator had concealed him.
 self.
 Tell me your story" he said, after
 short pause, it may be worth money
 to you" He loosened his grip on the | man,s collar. It was not likely that
 he would try to escape while there was chance of making money. | The man told his narrative, and 1t agreed substantially with what Tan
 keriane knew to be the facts. It was | also clear that the scene had been witt | messed from the other side of the read, and that therefore it was extremely improbable that Burton had seen the | second spectator of the crime. This
 supposition was supported by the fact that Tankerlane had not seen Burton. So far, at any rate. Tankerlane was in the position of advantage. He | quickly decided on a course of action. l He knew that it would cost him some thing. p~1 money w-s not tc te reckon ed against the loss of Laura vane. 1 T believe your story" he said after a momentary pause But will you ex-
 plain why you did not at once go to the police?"
 The mans ugly face puckered up in an evil smile. Tin pore man, guv- | nor" he replied, "and it aint often
 sich bit of fat comes to a pore man.
 I sez to myself, now 'eres one man and 'ere's anover asll pay for me to open 1t wide. Between the two poor | Emery oughter. mike a bit"
 you blackguard.% said Tankerlane. He spoke with feeling. He had acted I in. a. precisely similar way.and for pre- cisely similar reason--his own ad- vantage.
 But he f1attered himself that money was a more sordid end than love. He
 did not see that the miserable half.
 starved tramp and the prosperous Wl- liam Tankerlane were both equally guilty in the eyes of God.
 The man did not seem annoyed af
 the words, which after all, had pron- ably been dinned into his ears from earliest childhood. He grinned as though a compliment had been paid
 to his perspicacity.
 well, low much. guv'ncr7" he growi- i ed. "It's worf a bit to you for me te
 go down to the llinouest tomorrow and | speak the troof." Tt would be worth a lot to me"
 Tankerlane replied but shall not pay
 you a farthing. It would be useless ] for me to expect you to understand the
 feelings of a gentleman in matters or
 this sort. but you may take it from
 me that no man of honor would use such a weapon against his rival or try
 to wreck the happiness of the woman he loved by sending her lover to the gallows." He spoke with simple nobili- ty. and his words had the ring of truth | in them. His face was hidden In the darkness, and Henry Biurton could not see the mocking smile that played about his lips. The poacher gaped at
 him with wide open mouth and staried ayes. He had not reckoDed on tnis
 view of the matter. Tankerianes att titude of mind was incomprehensipie
 fContinued Tomcrrcw.