The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1907-05-11
BY ROBERT BARR.
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her friend In the same position You
would ask me II 1 am in love with
Alan Drummond, and / answer per.
fectly frankly that am mott
You are quite sure Of that Doro-
thyg"
quite. BE Is the only man friend
'Ishaye had. except my own father. aud
i willingly confess to sisteriy inter.
est in him"
Well II that Is alp
ut is all, Kate. whyg
Because there Is something about
him In this letter, which / would read
to You II thought yon didn't care"
"oh, he Is in love with Jacks sister,
very likely. should think that would
be a most appropriate arrangement.
Jack Is his best friend, aud perhaps a
lover would weaken the influence
which Tolstoi exerts over an emotional
persons mind. Lieutenant Drummond,
with his sanity, would probably rescue
a remnant of her estates"
"oh. well, IL you can talk as lndIf-
ferently as that. you are all right. Dor
othy. No, there is no other woman in
the case. Here's what Jack says:
" 1t is amazing how little an Eng
llshman understands people OF other
nations. Here is my tall friend Drum
mond marching nonchalantIy among
dangers OF which lie has not the least
conception. The authorities whom he
links so courteous are fooling him to
the top of his bent. There is. Of
course, no danger of his arrest but
nevertheless tho eyes Of the police are
upon him, and he will not believe 1t,
any more than he Will believe he is be-
Ing hoodwinked by the foreign minis
ter. What fear is that he. will be
bludgeoned on the street some dark
night or involved in one sided duel.
Twice have rescued him from an Inn
minent danger which he has not even
seen. Once in restaurant group of
officers, apparently drums, picked a
quarrel and drew swords upon him. 1
had the less difficulty in getting him
away because he fears broll or any
thing that Will call down upon him the
attention of his wooden headed cousin
In the embassy. On another occasion,
as we were coming home toward mid
night, perfectly bogus brawl broke
out suddenly all around us. Drum
mond was unarmed, but his huge fists
sent sprawlihg two or three Of his as
sailants. had a revolver and held the
rest of, and so we escaped. l wish he
was safely back in London again.
What do you think Of that, Dorothy?"
81 think exactly what Mr.. Lamont
thinks. Lieutenant Drummond's mis-
sion TO Russia seems to me journey
of folly"
"After all am glad you don't care,
Dorothy. He should pay attention to
what Jack says, for Jack knows Rus
sia. and he doesn't. san, let US hope
he will come safely out Of st. Peters
burg. And now, Dot, for breakfast,
because l must get to work.
Next morning Dorothy saw a letter
for herself on the table in the now ia
mlllar handwriting and was more re-
lleved than perhaps she would have
confessed even to her closest friend,
when she saw the twopence-halfpenny
English stamp on the envelope. Yet
its contents were startling enough, and
this letter she did not read to Rather
inc kelnpt, but bore its anxiety alone.
Dear Miss Amhurst II write you in
great trouble of mind, not trusting this
letter to -the Russian postoftice. but send
ing It by an English captain to be posted
an London. Two days ago jack Lamont
disappeared. disappearance as complete
las " he had never existed The night
before last. about 10 o'clock, thought I
heard him come into his shop below my
room. Sometimes he works there till
daylight. and. rs when absorbed In his
experiments he does not relish Interrupt
lions even from me, go on with my
reading until lie comes upstairs. Toward
II o'clock thought heard slight sounds
Of u scufiie and smothered cry. called
out to him, but received no answer. TAX
tng a candle. 1 went downstairs, but ev-
erything Was exactly rs usual, the doors
locked ana not even a bench overturned.
I called aloud. but only the echo Of this
barn of a room replied. Lit the gas and
made a more intelligent search. but with
no result. / unlocked the door and stood
out In the street, which was quite silent
landaaesefted. began to doubt that l
had heard anything at all. for. as have
told YOU, my nerves lately have bee
rather prone to the jumps. I sat up a
night whiting for him. but he did no
come. Next day went, as had been
previously arranged to the foreign once,
but was kept waiting in an auteroom for,
two hours and then told that the min
fster could not see me. met a similar
repulse at the admiralty. dined alone
at the restaurant Jack and frequent,
but saw nothing OF him. This morning
he has not returned, and am at my
wits end. not in the least knowing what
to do. II Is useless for me to appeal to
the embassy Of my country. for, Jack
being Russian. It has no jurisdiction.
The last letter I received from you was
tempered with. The newspaper extract
you spoke OF was not there, and one Of
the sheets OF the letter was missing.
PiHling business. / cali It. this Interior
aug with private correspondence.
Such was the last letter that Alan
Drummond was ever to send to Doro-
thy Amhurst.
CHAPTER xI.
1JDfAfER waned The evenings