The Hattiesburg news. (Hattiesburg, Miss.) 1908-1917, 1910-02-08

penknife, small amount of money In
bills and change, and handkerchief
with the initial IS" on It.
Further search through the coat dis.
covered card-case with cards bear.
Ing the name Henry Pinckney Sullf-
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 10 Henry
Pinckney Sullivan" said the cheerful
follower Of Poe, a. he wrote It down.
Address as yet unknown. Blonde.
probably. Have you noticed that 1t 10
almost always the bloade men who A.
feet . very light gray. with . touch
Of red In the scarf? Fact, assure you.
1 kept a record once Of the summer
attire Of men, and % per cent. fol-
lowed my rule. Dark men like you
affect navy blue, or brown.
In spite Of myself I was amused at
the mans shrewdness.
Yes; 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 az.
gressive yellow ones wore.
Right again." acknowledged.
BLACK low shoes and black enbroid.
cred hose. If you keep on you'll have
a motive for the crime. and the muir.
derer's present place of hiding. And
II you come back to the smoker with
me, I'll give you an opportunity to
Judge II he knew good whisky from
bad"
put the articles from the pockets
back again and got up. II wonder If
there is a diner on?" said. 81 need
something sustaining after all this"
was conscious then Of some one
at my elbow. 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-I beg your pardon" she said
hurriedly, Thought you were
some one else" She was locking in .
puzzled fashion at ny coat. felt
all the cringing guilt q . man who
has accidentally picked w the wrong
tight on my neck.
I'm sorry" l said idislically. I'm
sorry. but-Tm not" l have learned
since that she has bright brown hair.
with a loose wave in It that drops
over her ears, and dark blue eyes
with black lashss aAd-but what does
it matter? One enjoys Q picture as a
whole; not as the sum Of it's parts.
She saw the flask then, and her err
rand came back.to her. zone Of the
ladies' at the end Of the car has
tainted" she explained. II thought
perhaps q stimulant-"
picked up the flask ut 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 I had secured lower
II at the station.
poured q little liquor in . bun
Cling masculine fashion between her
lips as she leaned back, with closed
eyes. She checked, coughed and raj
lied somewhat.
Poor thing" said the stout lady
"As she lies back that way l almost
think it was my mother; she used to
faint so much"
1T 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 II they dc
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 heI
travelling companion. the small woman
I had noticed before. There was ar
exchange-almost q clash-of glances
The small woman frowned. That wai
| all. I turned my attention again te
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 abou,
i its hejnp his busy day The amateur
detective and the porter together
mounted guard over lower ten. Out
side the heat rose in shimmerine
waves from the tracks, the very wood
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 Quiei
of the country.