Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1910-03-23
SYNOPSIS.

yer, goes to Pittsburg with the forged
osition of the chief witness for the pros
ecution, John Gilmore, a millionaire. In
the latter's house the lawyer is attracted
by the picture Of a girl, whom Gilmore
explains is his granddaughter, Alison
West. He says her father is a rascal and
a friend Of the forger.
CHAPTER u.-Standing in line to buy
a Pullman ticket Blakeley is REQ .ested
by lady to buy one for her. He gives
finds a man in a drunken stupor in lower
ten, and retires in lower nine.
CHAPTER uI.-He awakens in lower
seven and finds that his travelling bag has
disappeared and in its stead is another:
His clothes likewise have been exchanged
for others.
CHAPTER Wan amateur detective
interests himself in the case. 1t is learned
that the dead man is Simon Harrington
Of Pittsburg.
CHAPTER v.-Henry Pinckney 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
terested in a girl in blue. A dirk and
blood stains are found in lower seven.
Blakeley comes under suspicion.
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
nerS sweetheart.
CHAPTER X-Alison's peculiar actions
mystify the lawyer. She drops her gold
bag and Blakeley, unnoticed. puts it in
his pocket
CHAPTER XI.-He returns home and
learns from his landlady of strange hap
peningS-
Mrs. .KIopton succumDed. because
there are queer goings-on in that house
next door," she said eff you will take
the beef tea, Mr.. Lawrence, will tell
you"
The queer goings-on, however,
proved to be slightly disappointing 1t
seemed that after / left on Friday
night, a light was seen fitting f1tfully
through the empty house next door.
Euphemia had seen it first and called
Mrs. Klopton. Together they had
watched it breathlessly until 1t disap-
peared on the lower floor.
you should have been a writer of
ghost Stories" 1 said, giving my pill
lows a thump. "And so it was 1T
ting fiitfully!"
That's what it was doing" she re-
iterated Fitting flitfully-I mean fit
ting fitfully-how you do throw one
out, Mr. Lawrence! And what's more,
it came again!"
"Oh, come now, Mrs. Klopton,"
objected, ghosts are like lightning;
they never strike twice in the same
night That is only worth half a cup
of beef tea"
you may ask Euphemia," she re-
torted with dignity. mot more than
an hour after, there was light there
again. We saw it through the chinks
of the shutters. Only-this time it be-
gan at the lower floor and climbed"
You oughtn't to tell ghost stories
at night" came Meningitis voice from
the doorway. Really, Mrs. Klopton,
I'm amazed at you. You old dufferi
I've got to thank you for the worst
day of my life"
Mrs. Klopton gulped. Then realiz-
ing that the "old duffer" was meant
for me, she took her empty cup and
went out muttering.
1.-The Pirates crazy about me, isn't
Ehe?" Mcknight said to the closing
door. Then he swung around and held
out his hand.
by Jove," he said, 1--WE been lay
ing you out all day, lilies on the door
bell, black gloves, everything. If you
had had the sense of a mosquito in
snowstorm, you would have telephoned
me-"
Il never even thought of it." I was
filled with remorse upon my word,
Rich, hadn't an idea beyond getting
away from that place. If you had
seen what 1 saw"
Mcknight stopped me. Seen it!
Why, you lunatic, I've been digging
for you all day in the ruins. I've
lunched and dined on horrors. Give
me something to rinse them down,
Lollie."
He had fshed the key of the eel
larette from it's hiding place in my
shoe bag and was mixing himself what
he called a Bernard Shaw--a founda-
ton of brandy and soda, with little
OF everything else in sight to give 1t
snap. Now that saw him clearly, he
looked weary and grimy. / hated to
tell him what knew he was waiting
20 hear, but there was no use wading
in by inches. I ducked and got it
over.
1.-The notes are gone, Rich,'' said,
as quietly as could. In spite of him
self his face fell.
'I-of course I expected it." he
said. "But-Mrs. Klopton said over
the telephone. that you had brought
home a grip and / hoped-well, Lord
knows we ought not to complain.
You're here, damaged, but here" He
lifted his glass. Happy days, old
mani"
If you will give me that black bot