Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1910-03-02

seven ana a NAIL ASAC-Aonu P0SnO1
Sun-metal cigarette case studded with
pearls, half-full of Egyptian cigarettes.
The trousers pockets contained a gold
penknife, small amount of money in
bills and change, and handkerchief
with the initial as" on it.
Further search through the coat dis
covered a card-case with cards bear
ing the name Henry Pinckney Sulli-
van, and leather flask with gold
mountings, filled with what seemed to
be very fair whisky, and mono
grammed H. P. S.
"His name evidently is Henry
Pinckney Sullivan" said the cheerful
follower of Poe, as he wrote 1t down.
address as yet unknown. Blonde,
probably Have you noticed that it is
almost always the blonde men who af-
feet a very light gray, with a touch
of red in the scarf? Fact, assure you.
1 kept a record once of the summer
attire of men, and 80 per cent. fol-
lowed my rule. Dark men like you
affect navy blue, or brown.
In spite of myself 1 was amused at
| the mans shrewdness.
Eyes; the suit he took was dark
a blue" said.
He rubbed his hands and smiled at
me delightedly.
"Then you wore black shoes, not
TAM" he said, with glance at the ag-
gressive yellow ones wore.
Fright again." l acknowledged.
"Black low shoes and black embroid-
cred hose. If you keep on you'll have
motive for the crime, and the muir
derers present place of hiding. And
If you come back to the smoker with
me, I'll give you an opportunity to
Judge If he knew good whisky from
bad"
/ put the articles from the pockets
back again and got up. 81 wonder If
there is a diner on?" I said. 81 need
something sustaining after all this"
1 was conscious then of some one
at my elbow. 1 turned to see the
! young woman whose face was so
vaguely familiar. In the very act of
speaking she drew back suddenly and
colored.
OH beg your pardon" she said
hurriedly, Thought you were
! some one else" She was looking in a
! puzzled fashion at my coat. felt
all the cringing guilt of man who
has accidentally picked up the wrong
tight on my neck.
Pm sorry" l said idiotically. I'm
sorry, but-Pm not" have learned
since that she has bright brown hair,
with q loose wave in 1t that drops
over her ears, and dark blue eyes
with black lashes and-but what does
| 1t matter? One enjoys picture as
whole; not as the sum of its parts.
She saw the flask then, and her er-
rand came back to her. "One OF the
ladies at the end of the car has
tainted" she explained. Il thought
perhaps a stimulant-"
1 picked up the flask at once and
followed my guide down the aisle. Two
or three women were working over
the woman who had tainted. They
had opened her collar and taken out
her hair pins, whatever good that
might do. The stout woman was Wig
orously rubbing her wrists, with
the idea, no doubt, of working up her
pulse! The unconscious woman was
the one for whom had secured lower
II at the station.
I poured a little liquor in bun
CLING masculine fashion between her
lips as she leaned back, with closed
ewes. She checked, coughed and raj
lied somewhat.
Poor thing" said the stout lady
Gas she lies back that way almost
think it was my mother; she used To
faint so much"
ct would make anybody faint,
chimed in another. Murder and rob
berry in one night and on one car. I'm
thankful always wear my rings In
bag around my neck-even If they &c
get under me and keep me awake.
The girl in blue was looking at us
with wide, startled eyes. l saw hel
pale a little, saw the quick, apprehen
sive glance which she threw at hel
travelling companion, the small woman
had noticed before. There was al
exchange-alInost a clash-of glances
The small woman frowned. That was
| all. nlSOAIAOA NSNA ~
my patient.
She had revived somewhat, and now
she asked to have the window opened
The train had stopped again and the
car was Oppressively hot. People
around were looking at their watches
and grumbling over the delay. The
doctor hustled in with remark about
its being his busy day. The amateur
detective and the porter together
mounted guard over lower ten. Out
side the heat rose in shimmerlns
waves from the tracks; the very WooC
of the car was hot to touch. A Cam
berwell Beauty darted through the
open door and made its way, in er
ratio plunges, great wings waving
down the sunny aisle. All around lay
the peace of harvested fields, the quie