The Mena weekly star., 1909-06-10

we got another wire later in the day It all meant that we hadn't obeyed in structions. Same address for answer. This time we thought we had laid a nice trap. But you can't reckon on a hotel; somehow, before we got warn. ing, Mir. Makers had telephoned for his dispatch and got it."
 Where did he telephone from?"
 From his room in the Palace"
 'I thought he had given up his room?"
 He had. But-somebody telephoned to the telegraph office from somewhere in the hotel and got Mir. Makers wire. You can get pretty much everything except moderate bill out of hotel"
 T see" said the colonel, and i'm medlately in his heart compared him, self to the immortal blind man." for his wits appeared to him to be tramp Ing round futilely in a maze; no near CT the exit than when the tramp began.
 That night after Warnebold had de- 1 parted. leaving most efTusiye thanks and expressions of confidence, Winter was standing at his window absently looking at the garden faintly colored l by the moonlight, while his mind was plying back and forth between half dozen contradictions.
 He went over the night of the at tack on Keatcham; he summoned every look, every motion of Janet
 Smith; In one phase of feeling he cudgeled himself for wooden fool who had been absolutely brutal to | defenseless woman who trusted him; he hated himself for the way he would not see her when she looked toward him; no wonder at last she stiffened, and now she absolutely avoided him.
 But, in swift revulslon against his
 own softness, he was instantly laying on the blows as lustily because of his
 incredible. pig-headed credulitf. How
 cared for this scoundrel of an At kins who had first betrayed his em- 1 ployer and then tried to murder him. | Very likely they had been half en- | gagged down there in Virginia; and he
 had crawled out of his engagement: 1 It would be quite like the cur! Later | he found that just such distinguished, | charming woman, who had family and
 friends. was what he wanted 1t would | be easy enough for him to warm up
 his old passion, curse him. Then, he 1 had met her and run in a bunch of 1 plausible lies that had convinced her
 that he had been regular angel in l plain clothes; hadn't done a thing to | Cary or to her. Atkins was such a
 smooth devil! Winter could just pie | ture him whining to the girl, putting his life in her hands and all that rot {; and making all kinds of tool of her why, the whole hand was on the | them all overheard to save Atkins | from getting his feet wet That was | why she looked so pale and haggard of a morning sometimes, in spite of that | ready smiles of hers; that was why her eyes were so wistful she wasn't a false woman and she sickened of her 1 squalid part. She loved Aunt Rebecca
 and Archie-all the same, she would | turn them both down for him: while as to Rupert Winter. late of the United States army. worn-out, lame, elderly idiot who had flung away the profes | sion he loved and every chance of a | future career in order to have his hands free to keep her out of danger
 where were there words blisterine
 enough for such puppy-dog folly! A,
 this point in his jealous imagininss the l pain in him goadcd him into motion
 he began furiously pacing the room although his lame leg. which he had
 been using remorselessly all day. was
 sending jabs and twists of agony through him. But after little he
 halted again before the easement window
 The wide. darkening view: the great, silent city with it's myriad
 lights: the shining mist of the bay: 1 the foothills with their sheer, straw
 colored streaks through the forests
 and vineyards; the ilIimitable depths 1 of siar-sown. violet sky--ali these
 touched his fevered mood with sud l den calm. His unrest was quieted, as
 one whose senses are cooled by rns I ming stream.
 l You hot-headed confinement" he uy. 4 -1....