The Huttig news., 1910-05-21
SYNOPSIS.

CHAPTER I.-Lawrenee Blakeiey. law yer, goes to Pittsburg with the forged notes in tue. Bronso.a case to take the dep osition Of the chief witness for the pros ecution, John Gilmore, a mii,- naire In the latters house Che lawyer IS attracted by the picture os girl, whon Gilmore sypanT Wpsa He $ his Srsaeaars' !. rs.ca Asod sod friend ef s> Ss<2s-
 CHAPTER r-- >z 1s~ Co buy by a lady to buy one for hes .Ia gives her lower Il and retains low'~-len He finds a man in drunken stupcr in lower ten, and retires in lower nine. CHAPTER III.-He awakens in lower seven and finds that his travelling bag has | disappeared and in it's stead is another. 1 His clothes likewise have been exchanged | for others.
 CHAPTER Iv.-An amateur detective , interests himself in the case It is learned that the dead man is Simon Harrington of Pittsburg.
 CHAPTER v.-Henry Pinekney Sulli- van is believed to be the name of the man who disappeared with Blakeley's clothes and grip. He is suspected of the murder.
 CHAPTER vI.--Blakeley becomes in- terestes in a girl in blue A dirk and l. blood stains are found in lower seven.
 
 CHAPTER vII.-circumstantial evil dence against Blakeley is strengthened. The train is wrecked.
 CHAPTER vIII.-Blakeley is rescued from the burning car by the girl in blue. His arm is broken.
 CHAPTER IX-Together they go to the Carter farm for breakfast. She tells him her name is Alison West, his part l ner's sweetheart
 CHAPTER X.-Alison's peculiar actions l bag and Blakeley, unnouced, puts it in 1 his pocket.
 CHAPTER XI-He returns home and learns from his landlady of strange hap penings.
 CHAPTER XII-Blakelev learns that woman by the name of Sullivan, a fellow victim of the wreck is in the hospital. 1 But Meningitis light-heartedness jared on me that morning. 1 lay and 1 frowned under my helplessness. When by chance l touched the little gold bag, it seemed to seorch my fingers. Richey, finding me unrespensive, left to keep his luncheon engagement with Alison West As he clattered down the stairs, I turned my back to the morning sunshine and abandoned my l self to misery. By what strain on her 1 frayed nerves was Alison West keep ing up, I wondered? Under the cir cumstances, would l dare to return 1 the bag? Knowing that l had it. would she hate me for my knowledge? Or had exaggerated the importance | of ho in, hod she forgotten me already?
 But Mcknight had not gone, after all. heard him coming back, his voice preceding him, and I groaned with irritation.
 Wake up," he called Somebody's sent you lot of flowers. Please hold the box, Mrs Klopton; I'm going out to be run down by an automobile
 I reused to feeble interest. My brothers wife is punctilious about such things; all the new babies in the family have silver rattles, and all the sick people flowers.
 Mcknight pulled up an armful of roses, and held them out to me.
 Wonder who they're from?" he said, fumbling in the box for card. There's no name-yes, here's one.'
 He held it up and read it with ex asperating slowness.
 Best wishes for an early recovery A COMPANION IN MISFORTUNE
 Well, what do you know about that,'' he exclaimed. That's some thing you didn't tell me, Lollie.'
 It was hardly worth mentioning, I said mendaciously with my heart beating until I could hear it. She had not forgotten, after all.
 Mcknight took a bud and fastened it in Lis buttonhole. I'm afraid I was not especially pleasant about it. They were her roses, and anyhow, they were meant for me. Richey left very soon, with an irritating final grin at the | box
 "Good-by, sir woman-hater," he 1 jeered at me from the door
 So he wore one of the roses she had sent me. to luncheon with her, and l lay back among my pillows and tried to remember that it was his game, anynow, and that l wasn't even i drawing cards To remember that, and to forget the broken necklace under my head.