Ladysmith news-budget. [volume] (Ladysmith, Rusk County, Wis.) 1907-1927, 1909-06-10

1t seeemd utterly ridiculous to i'm
agine this man who had rushed up
to help her. and who had been so
sympathetic towards her dog, was a
murderer. 1t seemed impossible of
belief
COR, if it is true, then he is inno-
cent of the charge" she said to her
self-'T am sure he must be inno-
cent
She read the letter again, full of
nervous misgivings there was an
uely threat in it. Would the writer
carry out his threat? This girl felt
she would always reproach herself If,
through his chivalrous impulse on her
behalf this man were to come to any
harm.
What a strange coincidence it was
that the murdered mans relative
should have come today! But that
she mistrusted Bonholt Hume, who
she was certain had been eavesdrop-
ping when she found him in the hall,
she would have asked him to describe
the escaped man, John Lathom.
eff only I knew whether he really
is Lathom-whether he has anything
to fear from this mans threats!"
What was she to do? She must do
something; she would always re-
proach herself it, through her this
man came by any harm.
II must warn him somehow" the
girl said to herself suddenly. But
how was she to warn him-a man
whose name even she did not know?
Bonholt Hume waited in the morn
ing room, where in few minutes DR..
Brewer rejoined him.
II am very sorry, Mr. Hume he
said, 'but my patient does not feel
strong enough to see you today. He
desired me to express his regrets"
"You are sure you asked him." said
Bonholt abruptly, his bonhomie wear
ing thin.
The doctor started almost imper-
ceptibly; his eyelids narrowed, his
tones grew little more metallic.
81 have explained that Mr.. Strang-
| ways does not feel equal to seeing
you"
Il suppose there's not much chance
of him living till the day of the racer"
snapped Bonholt, losing his temper,
as he realized that he must go back to
Anthony Strangways, having failed in
his errand.
ooh, every hope; and because we
are full of hope and anxiety that he
should do, we are not allowing him
to be disturbed unnecessarily by call
ers. Yes, my dear sir, I think you
may rely on it, Pride O. Life will run
in the City and Sub"
eff Pride O. Life runs and comes in
first were | the owner of the second
horse should want to see Mr. Strang-
ways in the flesh with my own eyes
after the event" said Bonholt Hume,
| meaningly, forgetting prudence in his
chagrin, Ito be sure that he was still
living and that the horse was qualified
to run. With all this mystery and
secrecy, these locked doors
The doctor shrugged his shoulders
and smiled.
But since you have no horse run
ming, Mr.. Hume he broke in, pleas
antly, 81 think it is rather immaterial
what you would do, isn't it? AS for
! the mystery you have the good taste
to hint at, | fail to see what mystery
| there is-because I do not allow the
patient in my charge to be disturbed
| by every irresponsible caller | am
acting in the interests of my patient,
| and that is sufficient reason" He
rang the bell, and the man servant
appeared. Good afternoon, Mr.
Hume"
And Mr.. Bonholt, realizing that he
was beaten, had no option but to fol-
low the man to the gates
He walked back to the hotel near
the station where he was putting up
| in a decidedly bad temper.
What is their game?" he said to
himself. eff it wasn't that l know
the girl TO be devoted to her father,
l should say Ralph Strangways was a
prisoner in his own house. | am sure
no message was taken in from me. 1t
w do JuoC q L use, ChdC plSISHSS Ou IHc
doctors part of going to ask"
He dragged himself suddenly from
the train of thought. A man was
| coming outAof the station whose face
was familiar to Bonholt Hume. 1t
was a detective officer from Fells-
garth. He looked surprised to see
BonhOlt.
What are you doing in this part
of the world?" said the latter.
The detectives answer seemed to
startle Bonholt Hume
I've just come in by the train-on
business connected with the murder
Of Mr.. Philip Hume the man said
ito make an arrest, if I'm fortunate"
tlulne had gone suddenly white.
What do you mean?' he cried.
well, as you are the near relative
| of the dead man, Mr.. Hume, there is
no harm in telling you," said the de-
tective, lowering his voice confiden-
TALLY. Eve have received informa-
ton by wire-it may not be reliable,
of course; that remains to be proved
| that Lathom, who slipped out of
our clutches weeks ago, is here play
| ing in a theatrical company"
CHAPTER XVII.