Daily Arizona silver belt., 1909-08-27
By GEORGE BARR M'CUTCHfON
lChapter XvI.-Continued.l )
Page Six
Copyright. 1908. by Dodd. Mead
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OI lnt uiLu uNtuiiiS tANtlh iiN Stidtt Lies uf LrOs.
 What did it matter If few dead impulses. few crippled ideals. a few Llastcd hopes. were left slrewn upon the battlefield at the end of the fort nighti What did anything matter so lrg as Prince Karl of l;ribelz was not there?
 One night toward the cud of this week of cnChan,ins rencounlers-this week Cf effa1 to uncover the vulner abie spot in the others arnor-Ge neyra stood leaning upon the rail which inclosed the hauglng garden She wss pa:;ing abstraciedly into the Giack night. oal of which far away biinkel the light in the bungalow IL was the first night in a week lhat he had missed coming to the chateau.
 She missed hi.n. She was lonely.
 He had told her of the meeting that was to be held at the bungalow that nigh, at which he was to be asked to deliver over to tasula's committee the papers, the receipts and the mcmoran' da that he had accumulated during his months of employment in their behalf. She had feeling of dread-a numb, sweet feeling that she could not ex' plain except that under all of 1t lay tue proud consciousness that he was man who had courage. man whc was not afraid.
 How silly am!'' she said half aloud in her abstraction.
 She turned her gaze away from the blinking light in the hills. queer, guilty smile on her lips.
 Across the garden from where she was flaying herself bitterly Lady Dep pingham's husband was saying in low. agitated tones to Bobby Browne's wife
 Now. see here, Drusilla. I'm not saying that our--that is, Lady Dep bingham aud Bobby--are accountable for what has happened. but that doesn't make it any more pleasant. It's of little consequence who is trying to poison us, don't you know, and all that. They wouldn't do it. I'm sure, but somebody is. That's what mean. dye see? Lady Dep
 II know my husband wouldn't couldn't do such q thing. Lord Dep bingham" came from Drusilla's stiff lips almost as a moan. She was very miserable.
 ''Of course not, my dear Drusllla." he protested ncryously. Then sudden iy, as his eye caught what he cOnsld- ornd a SuS,,i.foue ,novapont nf pnh by's hand as he placed a card close to Lady Deppingham's fingers; "Demme, I-Td rather he wouldn't Hut l beg your pardon. DrusilIa. It's all perfect ly innocent"
 ''Of course it's innocent" whispered Drusilla ficrcely.
 Its utter nonsense for us to sus- rect them of Pray don't be SD up- set Drusilla It's all right"
 ''If you think l am worrying over your wife's harmless affair with my husband you are very much mistak en-
 Deppingham was silent for long time.
 ''I don't sleep at all these nights" .he said at last miseraRy She could not feel sorry for him. She could only feel for herself and her slecpless nights. "Drusilla do do you think they want to get rid of us? We're the obstacles. you know. We cant help it, but we are. Somebody put that pill in my tea today It must have been servant. It couldn't have beeil-er"-
 "AIy husband. sirT
 "No my wife You know. Drusila, she's not that sort She has horror of death and He stopped and wiped his brow pathetically.
 ''If the servants are trying to poison any of us. Lord Deppingham. it Is req sonable to suspect that your wife and my husband are the ones they want to dispose of. not you and me. [ don't believe it was poison you found In your tea. but if 1t was it was intended for one of the heirs.'
 "Wcll, there's some consolation in that" said Deppy, smiling for the first time.
 The sharp rattle of firearms in the distance brought sudden stop to his lugubrious reflections. Five. dozen. a score of shots were heard The blood turned cold in the veins of every one in tbe garden: faces blanchcd sud denly, and ,Ill voices were hushed. A form of paralysis seized and held them for full minute.
 Then the voice of Britt below broke harshy upon the tense. still air. Good God. Look. II Is the bungalow"
 A bright glow lighted the dark mountain side: vivid red painted the trees: the smell of burning wood came down with the breezcs. Two or three sporadic shots were borne to the ears of these who looked toward the blaz. Ing bungalow