Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-10-29

ciue was not common practice among
 men she knew or was likely to know,
 and the feeling of culpability forther
 silence crossed lances with deepening
 sympathy for Armitage. She had
 learned where he was hiding, and she
 smiled at the recollection of the trining
 bit of strategy she had practiced upon
 Chauvenet.
 She had kept Dicks letter till the
 last. He wrote often and in the key of
 his talk. She dropped lump of sugar into her coffee cup and read his hur-
 ried scrawl:
 What do you think has happened now7 l have $14 worth of telegrams from Senator Sanderson wiring from some God forsaken hole in Montana that it's all rot about Armitage being that fake Baron von Kissel. The news paper accounts of the expose at my supper party had just reached him, and he says Armitage was on his (Ar- mitage's) ranch all that summer the noble baron was devastating our north ern seacoast. Where, may ask, does this leave me? And what cad gave that story to the papers? And where and who Is John Armitage? Keep this mum for the present, even from the governor. If Sanderson is right, Armi- tage will undoubtedly turn up again he has a weakness for turning up in your neighborhood- sooner or later
 he's bound to settle accounts with Chauvenet. Now that think of it, who in the devil is he? And why didn't Armitage call him down there at the club? As I think over the whole busi- ness my mind grows added, and I feel as though I had been kicked by a horse"
 Shirley laughed softly, keeping the note open before her and referring to 1t musingly as she stirred her coffee. She could not answer any of Dicks ques- tions, but her interest in the contest between Armitage and Chauvenet was intensified by this latest turn in the affair. She read for an hour in the library, but the air was close, and she threw aside her book. drew on light coat and went out upon the veranda. A storm was stealing down from the hills, and the fitful wind tasted of rain. She walked the length of the veranda several times, then paused at the farther end of 1t, where steps led out into the pergola. There was still a mist of starlight, and she looked out upon the vague outlines of the garden with thoughts of its needs and the gardeners work for the morrow. Then she was aware of a light step far out in the pergola and listened carelessly to mark 1t, thinking it one of the house returning from a neighbours, but the sound was furtive, and as she waited it ceased abruptly. She was about to turn into the house to sum- mon help when she heard a stir in the shrubbery in quite another part of the garden, and in a moment the stooping figure of man moved swiftly toward the pergola. Il
 Shirley stood quite still. watching l and listening. The sound of steps in the pergola reached her again, then the rush of flight, and out in the gar len a flying figure darted in and out among the walks. For several minutes two dark figures played at vigorous hide and seek. Occasionally gravel | under foot and shrubbery snapped back with a sharp swish where it was caught and held for SUD- port at corners. Pursued and pursuer were alike silent. The scene was like | l pantomime.
 Then the tables seemed to be turned. The bulkier figure of the pursuer was