The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1910-05-16


though; that privilege was reserved
for poets
Thank you for a pretty compli-
meut 10 our profession said Rob.
we lawyers are too often accused
of giving rein to our fancy. when
We should nc strapped TO the sad
die of slow but sure Truth"
but yor can arrive anywhere on
such proslIc stced?" asked Miss
Burt smiling at his words.
Yes" said Rob, "wc can arrive
at facts"
What prompted him to speak so
ourtly. hc didn't know. but his speech
did not at all please Miss Burt
Her color flew to her checks. though
she said nothing, and then, rs Mrs
Carleton rose from ,ho table, the two
ladies smiled and withdrew. leaving
RIB alone with his host
Its all right old boy. OF course,
said Carleton, but did You have any
reason for tlouting poor little Dor.
othy like that"
NO, | didn't said Fcsscnden hon
cstly and apologctically 81 spoke
without thinking. aud I'm sorry for
IT,
An iight-its nothing NoW, Rob.
old fellow, you can't deceive me.
saw curious expression In your
eyes as you looked at Miss Burt to-
night. aud-wcll, there is no need of
words between Us, 50 I'll only tell
You that you're all wrong there.
You Look tor hidden meanings and
veiled allusicns in everything that
girl says and there aren't amy. she's
as frank and open-uatured as she
can b., and forgive mc-but ! want
. YOU to let her alone
Fesseuden was astoundcd. First,
at Cartoons insight In discovering
his thoughts, and second at Carle-
tons mistaken Judgment of Miss
Burts nature.
But he only said AN right. Schuy.
Ter; what you say goes Would you
rather not talk at all about the Van
Norman AFFAIR."" Fcssendcn spoke
thus casually for he felt sure it
would make it easier for Carleton
than if he betrayed deeper inter.
est.
"Oh. | don't care. You know, of
course, how deeply it affects me
and my whole life know your
sympathy and good4fellowsihip.
There's not much more TO say, is
there?"
why yes, Carleton; there is.
As your friend, and also in the
interests of Justice. | am more
than anxious to discover the villain
who did the horrid deed. land
though the inquest people are do
ing all they can. | want to add my
efforts to theirs, in hope Of helping
them-and you
Don't bother about me, Rob.
don't care If they never discover
the culprit. Miss Van Norman is
gone; it can't restore her to life il
they do learn who killed her"
Fessenden looked mystified.
That's strange talk. Schuyler
but of course, you're fearfully up
: set, and | suppose just at first
it isn't surprising that you fee
that way. But surely-as man tC
- man, now-you want to find anC
punish the wretch that put an enc
to that beautiful young life"
"Yes--I suppose So" Carleton
spoke hcsitatingly, and drew hi
!, hand across his brow in the SAM
: dazed way he did when in th'
witness box
=, You're done up, old man. an,
. I'm not going to bother you to
night. But I'm On the hunt, il yo
aren't, and I'm going ahead on
few little trails, hoping they'll lea
to something of more importance
by the way. what were you d,
ing in those few minutes last nigh
between your entering the hous
and entering the library
Carleton stared at his guest.
Il dent know what you mean,
he said.
yes, YOU do. You went in at ele'
en-iifteen, and You called for hel
at elcyen-thirty."
Not didn't take as long a
that" Careton's eyes had ia