Putnam patriot., 1909-10-01

IL nlattcrSd little wAo came on With
 the fswest sears. for tn fortnight CT
 TWO they would so their separate way $.
 10 better. to verse For the conflict
 And. after atL it Was very duA in these
 lasf days, and he was very attractive
 and very brave and very gallant and.
 above all. very sensible
 They rode together "a tAe park every
 moralnS. keeping well eal of range 0t
 marktmen in the hAls. Their eouities
 was with tue eyes, the tone of the
 voice. the intervals of silence. DO touch
 of the baud nothing except the strate
 gies of Eros
 What did It matter If a few dead
 impulses. q few crippled ideals. a few
 blasted hopes. were left strewn upon
 the battlefield at the end of the fort.
 nightg What did anything matter St
 leng as Prince Karl of Braeetx was
 not there?
 One night toward the end of this
 week of enchanting rencoanters-this
 week of effort to uncover the vulner.
 able spot In the others armor-Ge
 nevra stood leaning upoa the rail which ineiosed the hanging garden She was gazing abstractedly into the black night, out of which far away
 bunked the light in the bungalow. Il
 wns the first night in a week that be
 had missed coming to the chateau. She missed him. She was lonely. He had told her of the meeting that was to be held at the bungalow that night at which he was to be asked tc deliver over to Rasulas committee the
 papers. the receipts and the memoran
 da that he had accumulated during his months of employment In their behalf She had a feeling of dread-a numb sweet feeling that she could not ex plain except that under all of 1t lay the proud consciousness that he was a man who had courage. man whc was not afraid
 How silly 1 am!' she said half aloud in her abstraction.
 She turned her gaze away from tht blinking light in the hills. a queer guilty smile on her lips. Across the garden from where shs was daying herself bitterly Lady Dep pingham,s husband WAS saying in low agitated tones to Bobby Rrowne's wife Now. see here. Drusilla. I'm no' saying that our-that is. Lady Dep bingham and Bobby-arc accountabl. for what has happened. but that doesni make it any more pleasant. It's oi little consequence who is trying tt poison us. don't yeu know, and al that. They wouldn't do it. I'm sure dye see? Lady Dep "I know my husband wouldn't couldn't do such q thing. Lord Dep bingham" came from Drusillas stiff lips almost as moan. She was yer, miserable.
 'sOf course not, my dear Drusilla,' he protested nervously. Then sudden 1 iy. as his eye caught what he consid cred q suspicious movement of Bob by's hand as he placed card close te Lady Deppingham's fingers "Demme Ira rather he wouldn't! But l bel your pardon. Drusilla, it's all perfect ly innocent"
 '.of course It's innocent!" whispered Drusiiia fiercely.
 Its utter nonsense for us to sus 1 pect them of Pray don't be O up set. Drusiiia. It's all right" '.If you think l am worrying ovel your wife's harmless affair with m, husband you are very much mistak en-"
 Deppingham was silent for . ions l time.
 "i don't sleep at all these nights. be said at last miserably. She coult not feel sorry for him She could oniy feel for herself and her sleeples, | nights "Drusila. do-do you thini they want to get rid of us? Ve'r, l the obstacles. you know We can help it. but we are. Somebody pu that pill in my tea today. It mus have been 6 servant It couldn't have
 been--er''-
 My husband. sfrr'
 "No: my wife You know. Drusilia she's not that sort. She has a horror | of death and" He stopped ant wiped his brow pathetically
 "If the servants are trying 10 polsor l any of us. Lord Deppineham. if Is req l sonabie to suspect that your wife and my husband are the ones they want tt 1 dispose of. not you and me. don'i
 believe 1t was poison you found fl your tea. but if 1t was 1t was intended | for one of the heirs.'
 Well. there's some consolation II
 that" said Deppy. smiling for the frs | time.
 The sharp rattle of firearms fin thu distance brought sudden stop to hii l lugubriosis reflections. Five. dozen score of shots were heard. Th' blood turned cold in the veins of everJ one in the garden; faces bianehed sud l denly. and all voices were hushed. 4 form of paralysis seized and held then for a full minute.
 Then the voice of Britt below broke harshly upon the tense. still air: "Goot God! Look. II Is the bunsaIow.' A bright glow lighted the dnrl mountain side; vivid red painted ths trees; the smell of burning wood cams | down with the breezes. Two or three sporadic shots were borne to the ear, of those who looked toward the blaz ing bungalow.
 They've killed Chase" burst from the stiff lips of Bobby Browne.