The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1910-07-14

ache terrible, piercing, intense. A halk
hours repose, and it will be gone. But until
them"
Andhe shook his head sadly.
AS be passed out, Mr., Willoughby glanced
up, pushed back his chair, aud in ! hearty
voice exclaimed:
"Let us adjourn to the billiard room and
continue the discussion there. What you say
is most interesting, MIR. Kingston, most inter
esting."
Zone moment" said Kingston; "before
we 60 ! have little trinket would like to
show you. 1t is connected with an extremely
romantic episode in real life"
He held the silver hammer SO that all could
see it.
This hammer is a souvenir Of banquet
which ! attended in London just before l
sailed. There we're only six guests, and
every one Of them, except myself, was mil
lionaire. The host was Tallmadge Mac
Intyre.
"You have not heard Of Tallmadge, i'm
agine. He is a man about my age, and an in
innate friend Of mine. We have this in COM
mon that we are both Of US adventurers in the
strange places Of the earth. seek scientific
discoveries, Tallmadge hunts for wealth.
Two years ago he drifted to the Cobalt re-
gion Of Canada. Wandering its length and
breadth, he sought in vain to find mine that
would give him the fortune he craved. He
became penniless, in rags, almost starving
One evening, after wearisome and fruitless
days labor, he was returning to camp, when a
startled rabbit flashed across the trail in front
Of him.
Instinctively, Tallmadge hurled his pros
pecting hammer at the fleeing rabbit It
struck nowhere near the little creature, but
fell with force against the rocky hillside.
STOPPING to pick it up, Tallmadge's eye
caught familiar geam beneath the earth it
had scraped away. He fell on his knees and
went frantically to work. Within week he
knew beyond the shadow Of doubt that his
chance blow had opened up one Of the richest
silver properties in the Cobalt country. A
month or so ago he sold his rights for fabu-
lous sum to syndicate Of London capital
ists."
Lucky dogl"e CALCULATED Dick Willoughby.
"The dinner" continued Kingston, "was
given to celebrate his triumph. Silver ham
mers and silver rabbits were distributed as
souvenirs was toying with this hammer
against the side Of goblet and noticed that in
striking it against the glass it caused singu-
larly musical sound Investigating, found
that when brought into contact with the
proper substances it had an uncanny quality
Of Stimulating different expressions of human
emotion--love, hatred, fear, and so forth.
Let me illustrate what mean. You have a
gong on the sidcboard-"
With a dcft motion he struck the gong
smartly half dozen times. The room was
filed with clamor that rose to piercing
shrilIness and then mournfully died away.
Some one cried in horror;
"The wall Of lost soull Oh, don't do that
again, Mr.. Kingston"
N"I am very sorry" and Kingston slipped
the hammer into his pocket; really had no
idea the effect would be SO unpleasant"
There was general movement toward the
door. Crossing rapidly to Dicks side, King
ston fluttered
Make an excuse to bring your father to
my room at once. have sprung the trap,
and fancy we shall not find il empty"
A minute later Kingston, Dick and Mr..
Willoughby we're standing together in the
darkness Of his room. He was speaking to
them earnestly: Do not be shocked by any
thing you may see. The situation is most
serious, but, as | promised, everything will
come out right. Let US go 10 the den by
way OF the piazza"
"The second window to the right, whis-
pered Dick, "where you see the glimmer Of
light"
"Look for yourselves, he said, tersely.
Father and son recoiled in amazement and
dismay. The room, as Dick had told Kings
ton, was but dimly lighted, by a single lamp
covered with red shade. Yet its every de-
tail could be seen with sufficient clearness.
Midway between the window and the door
stood mahogany writing table, pushed back
against the wall. BY this table, crouched in a
most extraordinary attitude not unlike that Of
sprinter at the mark, was the form Of man.
One hand rested on the table, or rather OIL a
bag which ii held with tenacious grasp. The
other was outstretched toward the window.
The face was plainly visible, eyes wide open
and staring, features fixed in an expression Of
u deathly fear Itwas the Count de Sacran.
"There gentlemen" said Kingston, lis the
writer Of your Black Hand letters, the man
who has SO greatly troubled you with his
demands, and his threats"
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