The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-07-17
By oAnna Katharine Green.

heart to kill herr" God knows" an
swered a voice from the highway. But
she's dead-we've just seen her!"
Then It's the old mans work." qua
vered a piping voice well known as
that of the village shoemaker's. i've
always said he would turn on his best
friend some day. 'Sylum's the best
place for folks as has lost their wits.
-"
But here a hand was put over his
mouth, and the rest of the words be-
came an inarticulate gurgle. Mr.. Suth-
erland had just appeared on the porch,
and these were not men to let their
voices be heard In his presence.
He was a superb looking man, with
an expression of mingled kindness and
dignity that invariably awakened both
awe and admiration in the spectator.
No mar in the country-I was going to
say no more beloved. nor
was any held in higher esteem. Yet he
could not control his only son as every
one within ten miles of the hill well
knew. az
At this moment his face showed both
pain n shock.
What name are you shouting out
there" he brokenly demanded. Aga
tina Webb"
rs Agatha Webb hurt?"
yes, sir; killed." repeated a half
dozen voices at once. We've Just
come from the house. All the town is
up. Some say her husband did It."
NO, no." was Mr.. Su~therland's de-
cisive, though half inaudible response.
philemon Webb might end his own
life, but not Agatha's. 1t was the
money
Here he caught himself UP, and, rails
ing his voice. addressed the crowd of
villagers more directly. -
wait" said he, and I will go back
with you. Where is Frederick" he de-
manded of such members of his W
household as stood about him.
No one knew.
IT wish some one would find my son.
l want him to go into town with me-"
Hes over in the woods there vol
unteered a voice from without.
I'm the woodsi" repeated the father
in a surprised tone.
Yes, sir: we all saw him go. Shall
we sing out to him?'
mo. no: I will manage very we'll
without him." And, taking up his hat,
Mr.. Sutherland stepped out again upon
the porch.
Suddenly he stopped. A hand had
been laid on his arm and an insinuat-
ing voice was ~murmuring in his ear:
do you mind If I go with you? 1
will not make any trouble"
1t was the same young lady we lave
seen before.
The old gentleman frowned, he who
never frowned, and remarked shortly;
"a scene of murder is no place for
women"
The face upturned to his remained
unmoved.
Il think l will 60" she quickly per-
sisted. Il can easily mingle with the
crowd"
He said not another word against It.
Miss Page was under pay in his house,
but for the last few weeks no one had
undertaken to contradict her. In h
interval since her first appearance on
the porch she la exchanged the light
dress in which she had danced at the
ball for n darker and much more sery-
iceable one, n perhaps this token of
her determination may have had its
influence in silencing him He joined
the crowd, and together they moved
down hill. This was too much for the
servants of the house. One by one
they. too. left the house. till 1t stood
absolutely empty. Jerry snutfed out he
candles and shut the front door, but
the side entrance stood wide open, and
into this entrance, as the last footstep
died. out on the hillside. passed a slight
and resolute figure. 1t was that OF the
musician who had questioned Miss
Pages attractions.