The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1911-09-01
Threw It Far Out Into the Water.

sation against you was so easily dis
proved"
"Disproved?" he questioned. THAT
beautiful faith Of yours can't be called
proof"
II meant Just what said-dis-
proved. They shall admit 1t when go
back on deck. Won't you-won't you
give us chance to disbelieve the old
story, too?'
II can never explain that now" he
said; can never lay that phantom,
never in the world"
Il am sorry" she said holding out
her hand to him. Il wish you'd give
us chance. Goodhy."
This time he took the hand, bowed
over it and pressed it lightly to his
lips. Then, without any other fare
we'll than that, he dropped down into
dinghy and was rowed back to the
foe-back to his wings.
When she returned to the deck she
found that Mr.. Fanshaw had gone
around to the other side of it to see
the sky-man take te the air.
But Tom sar, rigid, where, he was.
For the first time that she could re-
member, he was regarding her with
open anger. Il knew" he said, that
you never liked Hunter, though ! never
could see why you should dislike him;
and 1t didn't take two minutes to see
that this man Cayley, with his wings
and his romance, had fascinated you.
But in spite of that, thought you had
q better sense Of Justice than you
showed Just now"
She flushed little. my sense of
justice seems to be better than yours
this morning, Tom" she answered
quietly. Then she unslung her bin
oculars again and, turning her back
upon him, gazed out shoreward.
Il am getting worried about our
shore party" she remarked. as If by
way of disseminating the quarrel. III
there are ten or twelve men living
there, in hiding from US, willing to do
unprovoked murder, when they can
with impunity-"
$50 you believed that part of the
story, too, did you?" g'om interrupted.
She did not answer his question at
all, but turned her attention shore.
ward again.
A moment later she closed her bin.
oculars with snap, and walked
around to the other side of the deck,
where Mr.. Fanshaw, leaning his ell
bows on the rail, was looking out
across the ice-foe.
WELL" be asked hriskly, as she
came up ard laid an affectionate arm
across his shoulder, Il suppose you've
been telling Tom why you did it-why
you made Cayley throw that dart
away, mean; but you'll have to tell
me. too. j can't figure 1t out. You
had something in mind, I'm sure"
II haven't been telling Tom,' she
said. He doesn't seem in very
reasonable mood this morning. But
did have something III mind. ! was
proving that Mr.. Cayley couldn't pos
sibly be the man who had committed
the murder
Il suspected 1t was that" he said.
TITS the stick that proves 1t really,
she said. "You remember how puz
zled you were because the end of i
which you held 1t by wouldn't At you
hand? l discovered why that wa.
when you sent. me in to get 1t a shor
while ago. It's a left-handed stick.
fits the palm Of your left hand per
fectly. You'll hnd that that is 81
when you try It. And Mr.. Cayley Il
right-handed.'
The old man nodded rather dub
ously. 'Cayley may be ambidextrous
for anything you know" he objected
She had her rejoinder ready: "Bu
this stick. Uncle Jerry, dear, wa
made for a man who couldn't throw
with his right hand, and Mr.. Gayle.
can. He did it perfectly easily, AM
without suspecting at all why want