Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1910-03-16

the latters house the lawyer is attracted
by the picture Of girl; whom Gli more
West. He says her father Is rascal ana
q friend of the forger.
CHAPTER II-Standing in line to buy
q Pullman ticket Blakeley is requested
by a lady to buy one for her. He gives
her lower III and retains lower ten. He
finds q man in a drunken stupor in lower
ten, and retres in lower nine.
seven and finds that his travelling bag has
disappeared and in its stead is another:
His clothes likewise have been exchanged
9or others.
CHAPTER IV.-An amateur detective
interests himself in the case. 1t is learned
that the dead man is Simon Harrington
Of Pittsburg.
CHAPTER v.-Henry PincIney suln-
van is believed to be the name or the
clothes and grip. He is suspected OF the
murder.
CHAPTER VI.-BlaIzeley becomes in
terested in a girl in blue A dirk ana
blood stains are found in lower seven.
Blakeley comes under suspicion.
CHAPTER -Circumstandal evil
dence against Blaxeley is strengthened.
The train is wrecked.
CHAPTER vIII.-BlakeIey is rescued
from the burning car by the girl In blue.
His arm is broken
IRON Richey Mcknight" She -
frankly curious.
Eyes. From Richey Mcknight" 1
assented. Was it any wonder Nc
Knight was crazy about her? 1 dug
my heels into the dust.
81 have been visiting near Cresson,
ing. "The person you mentioned, Mrs.
Curtis, was my hostess. We've
were on our way to Washington to-
gether." She spoke slowly, as if she
wished to give the minimum of expla-
nation. Across her face had come
again the battling expression of per-
plexity and trouble 1 had seen before.
"You were on your way home, sup
pose? Richey-spoke about seeing
you," fioundered, finding 1t necessary
to say something. She looked at me
with level, direct eyes.
NO" she returned quietly. 81 did
not intend to go home. well, it
doesn't matter; am going home
now"
A woman in calico dress, with
two children, each an exact duplicate
of the other, had come quickly down
the road. She took in the situation at
a glance, and was explosively hospit-
able
You poor things" she said. IF
you'll take the first road to the let
over there, and turn in at the second
pigsty, you will find breakfast on tho
table and a coffee pot on the s:nve.
And there's plenty of soap and water,
too Don't say one word. There isn't
a soul there to see you"
We accepted the invitation and she
hurried on toward the excitement and
the railroad. l got up carefully and
helped Miss West to her feet.
AT the second pigsty to the left" l
repeated, I'VE will find the breakfast
/ promised you seven eternities ago.
Forward to the pigstyI"
We said very little for the remand
er of that walk. had almost reached
the limit of endurance; with every
step the broken ends of the bone
grated together. We found the farm
house without difficulty, and 1 remem-
Der wondering If / could hold out to
the end of the old stone walk that led
between hedges to the door.
Allah be praised" I said with all
the voice I could muster. Behold the
coffee pot!" And then put down the
cup and folded up like iack-knife on
the porch floor.
When I came around something hot
was trickling down my neck, and a
despairing voice was saying, "Oh, |
don't seem to be able to pour it into
your mouth. Please open your eyes.
but / don't want it in my eyes," |
replied dreamily. II haven't any idea
what came over me. It was the shoes,
/ think; the left one is a red-hot tor
ture." / was sitting by that time and
cooking across into her face
Never before or since have I faint
ed. but would do it jOyfuIIy. dozen
times a day, If / could waken again
20 the blissful touch o: soft fingers on
my face, the hot ecstasy OF coffee
spilled by those fingers down my neck
There was q thrill in every tone OF
her voice that morning. Before long
my loyalty to Mcknight would step
between me and the girl ne loved;
life would develop new complexities
In, these early hours after the wreck
full of pain as they were. there was
nothing OF the suspicion and distrust
that came later. Shorn of our gauds and
baubles, we were primitive man and
woman, together; our world for the
hour was the deserted farmhouse, the
slope of wheatfield that led to the
road, the woodland lot, the pasture.
We breakfasted together across the
homely table. Our cheerfulness, at
frst sheer reaction, becameless forced
as we ate great slices of bread from
the granny oven back of the house.
and drank hot fluid that smelled like
coffee and tasted like nothing that
have ever swallowed. We found cream
in stone Jars, sunk deep in the chill