The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1910-02-16

finding the kcy-if II be the key
to the mystery of the hiding place
are very. very remote. Never mind,
90 on
"l have explained everything l
know. Mr. Monk"
~ don't mean that, sir what |
moan is that | desire you to 80 on
with the search for the glass eye,
and for the cdimmal who slaugh.
tered Anne How do YOU propose
to p. ocecd. may | ask?'
Il haven't the least idea I re-
piled. dcspoudcntly.
40 matter, do not despair Nil
dcspcrandum is most excellent
motto f.r the young and ambitious.
Il has been my motto through life
' This came cxacl'cutly from
a man who had done nothing but
indulge himself Throughout, his tit
tv years of existence. But he made
.hc statement in light and airy
manner. then turned to his daugh
ter: My dear, don't YOU think that
after this very criminal Couycrsa-
lion We might have little music
20 soothc ami charm our weary
souls?"
Gertrude. whom the examination
had made thoughtful, excused her
self on the plct OF fatigue, so MIR.
Monk took possession of the piano
himself lie played gracefully. IT
not conylncingly. and sang little
songs in a pleasant v.icc of H. great
power would much rather have
chatted with Gertrude, who was
now staring mcditativcly into the
fire. but Mr. Monk demanded my
entire attention He was Jealous of
applause. and was obliged To
watch him sitting at the piano
ike an enlarged white rabbit
thought privately that he was an
internal nuisance. hut as the father
of Gertrude he hg' O. be treated
automatically.
Come dauRhtcrling," said Monk,
when he had exhausted his stock
OF amiable dtties. you are looking
tired Go to bed. my child. and
leave Mr.. Vance and myself TO Gig
arcttcs in the smoking room
There IS no fire In the smoking
room. papa said Gertrude, rising.
Order the servant to light one
at once. my love"
1T Is not worth WHILE expos
tulated his daughter, and then ]
heard her say something In low
tones regarding the rice of Goals.
| But Mr. Monk would take no denial.
/ and-as usual-proceeded to crafty
| his selfish inclinations However,
as 1t turned cut when We sought
the smoking room the fire was not
laid. so Mr. Monk. after few sc
we're words about the criminal neg
ligonce OF servants. relinquished
his point. And regret to see that
you are not so excellent IA house
| keeper as | should wish you to
be, Gertrude he finished with chill
dignity. However let 1t pass. And
before leaving this rom, Mr.. Vance,
pray examine IL carefully
This was easy, AZ on entering he
had lighted TWO powerful lamps
or rather he had ordered Gertrude
to light them with my assistance
so the room was seen 20 the great
es, advantage in the mellow radi-
ance.
1t is the oldest portion of this
old house" explained Mr. Monk,
waving his delicate hand, built
by an ancestor 4 mine two hundred
years ago In order to live mon.
astic life--quite like Monk, ha'
ha," he ended. laughing at his small
lest My late brother Gabriel al
ways lived In this cell call II
cell, Mr. Vance Rather dull, you
know but the beam is extremely
fine as you can see
The apartment was gf no great
size, with one narrow window oppo
site to one narrow door. Both OF
these were draTed with faded Grim
son curtains TO exclude light and
drlughts The wide and spacious
fireplace was decorated with red
dish Dutch tiles, and at present was
. filled with ferns and grasses, as
IL doubtless had been throughout
the summer. The floor was GOV
cred with a richly-hued crimson car
pet from Cairien loom, and the
furniturc--what there was OF it
consisted of black OAK. 1t really re