The Mena weekly star., 1909-06-24

. S~'NVH teTTaceS, in a most nrotherly frame, resolved to give ms sister-ln'law warning win n 'og-horn." The cause of said warn. Ing was his discovery of her acouaipt- ance with Atkins. For days a bit of information had been blistering in his illhd. 1t came from the girl at the teiegraph office at the Palace. not in a oee-iine, but indirectly, through her chum. the girl who booked the theater tickets. It could not be apalvzed properly because the telegraph girl was gone to southern California. But Delore she went she told the theater 5lrl that the lady who received MT. Makers' wires was one of Mrs Win ter's party! This bit of information was like live coal underfoot fin the colonefs mind; whenever he trod on u In his mental excursions he jumped.
 Who else but Janet3" he de- manded. But by degrees he became hrst doubtful, then daring. He had birdsall fetch the telegraph girl back 10 San Francisco. A ten minutes in- terview assured him that 1t was his brothers wife who had called for Mir. Makers messages, armed with MT. Makers order.
 Aunt Rebecca was not nearly so ye- hement as he when he told her. She listened to his angry criticism with a lurking smile and little shrug of her shoulders
 Of course she has butted in. as you ersely express 1t, in the language of ms mannerless generations Milh- cent always butts in How did she get acquainted with this unpleasant. assassinating, poor white trash? My dear child. she didn't probably: he made an acquaintance with her. He pumped her and lied to her. We Snow he wanted to find out Mir. heatcham's abode; he may have got his clew from her; she knew young Arnold had been to see him. There's 10 telling. l only know that in the interest of keeping a roof over our heads and having our heads whole in-
 
 0utcd in few days ago when some body wanted Mrs. Melville Winter on the telephone. I answered 1t. The person asked If 1 was Mrs. Melville Winter; 1t was a strange mans voice. ! don't believe in Christian Science or theosophy or physics, but do believe l felt in my bones that here was an occasion to be canny rather than con. Scientious. You know I can talk like Millicent-or anybody else: so I in. toned through the telephone in her silken Anglican accents, Do you want Mrs. Melville Winter or Aunt Re becca, Madam Winter?' l hate to be called Madam Winter and she knows 1t, but Millicent Is catty, you know and she always calls me Madam Win ter behind my back. The fellow fel into the trap at once-recognized the voice, l dare say, and announced thai 1t was MT. Makers; Mir. Atkins, whC had left for Japan, had not been able 10 pay his respects and say good-by but he had left with him an embroid cred Chinese kimono for Prof Win ter, whom he had admired so much | and if 1t wouldn't be too much troubl, | for her to pay visit to her friend 1 one of those women she had to lunch con, who's at the St Francis-h, would like to show her several left b, MT. Atkins, for her to select one. Ther in the most casual way. he asked afte Mir. Keatcham's health. l believed h, was improving; had had very gooC night. l fancy it didn't please him but he made a good pretense Ther he went off into remarks about It's be ing such pity Mir. Atkins had lief MT. Keatchem; but he was so con scientious, a southern gentleman knew; yet he really thought grea deal still of Keatcham, who had many fine qualities; only on account of tn, unfortunate differences-Atkins was so proud and sensitive; he was anx ious to hear, but not for the world would he have any one know that he had inquired; so would be very care full not to let any one know he had | ised effusively; and said quite under stood. l think I do, too"
 "They are keeping tab on us through Millicent," fumed the colonel. q dare say she gave 1t away that Arnold wal visiting Keatcham at the hotel; and 1t wouldn't take Atkins long to piece out a good deal more. especially if his spy overheard Tracy's phone. Well. shall warn Millcent--with fog ghorn!'
 The way he warned Millicent haf been related. But from Millicent he defected to another subject-the i'm pulse of confession being strong upon him. He freed his mind about the stains on Cary Mercer's cuffs; and when at last he sought Millicsnt he was in his soul pralslng his aunt for a wise old woman. After jns ico vas disarmed by his miscomproecn T O; Millicent's words, he took out his cigarette case and began pacing the garden walks. smoking and hummine little Spanish love song, far older than the statehood of California. La noche csta serena, tranquiio el
 aquilon;
 Tu dulce centinella te guarda el cor
 azon.
 en al as de los ceflros. que vagan DOT
 doquier,
 volando van mis suplicas, d. bella
 mujer!
 volando van mis suplicas. ti. bella
 mujer!
 De un corazon que te anna, recibe el tier
 no amor,
 No aumentes mas la llama, piedad. a un
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