The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1911-12-22

due physical adornment In an In
credibly short space of time he came
out sufficiently clad for decency. and
he fairly ran down the corridor to-
ward the elevator. The late diners
were astonished as Colonel Bill and
the young cub forced their way
through the crowded hall TO the auto
mobile +<etside TIE colonel had not
forgotten the munitions OF war, and
he carried tin box In his hand which
he had snatched from his table az hs
left his bed room.
Get us down to the ONCE In double
quick tine" said the cub reporter to
the chauffeur. Never mind about
fines. Bust up the machine, II neces-
ssry; but get us there, That's the
old mans orders. We haven't got any
time to spare" he yelled. az the big
car started
This way, SIR" said the cub re-
porter, plotting him into the elevator
at once. Here you are." he ex,
claimed after q wild sweep upward.
He led him through a couple Of
|
brightly lighted room where two men
sat.
Col. Bill Hamilton. SIR" said Abb
bott breathlessly. Ne almost felt like
saluting and saying. Come aboard,
sir!"
'"Thirty-two minutes" said the night
editor. looking at his watch. Very
well done"
"Mr. Abbott, you may remain here,
II you WISH" said the editor to tho
cub. 1T will be interesting for you
to hear"
Thank you. sir" said the delighted
young reporter. making himself small
and inconsiderable In . corner whence
he could hear and see everything
You must excuse me-" said the ed.
itor. "for having brought you down
here 80 summarily at this hour OF the
night, but affairs OF great moment"
You want to know about Gormlyr
I'VE do"
We'll. what is IT."
Read this" said the editor.
Colonel Bill fished q pair Of spec
tAcles out of his side pocket and de-
liberately perched them astride of his
nose. He read the letter through very
slowly. The night editor was In q
fever OF impatience. Even the imper.
turbable editor-in-chisf was consider
ably more agitated than usual
The night editor groaned over the
| long windedness OF the frontiersman.
What's the matter, sonny" asked
| Colonel Bill solicitously. Amt sick.
are you'"
mo. no." was the answer.
But go on, please, Colonel HamiL
| ton." said the editor; land will you be
as explicit as possible. We are hold.
| ing up the paper In the hope that you
may be able to throw some light on
this matter. and time is of the great.
est importance"
Il see," was the reply. We'll, then.
all that's written in that papers trus
enough but he amt told all the
truth"
Would you mind telling US what
has been suppressed or left out?"
"The mans wife WAS run away with
as Gormly. or Fordycs as I knowed
him. says on that night he indicates,
that the womsn's husband was left
dyin' on the cabin floor"
Yes"
Mex mornin', some OF us. suspi-
cionin' that there might've been some
| trouble, after the storm died out, got
| up a crowd and went over to the
mans shack We found him there"
| o.I, he
mot yet, but mighty nigh gone"
Colonel Bill drew from his pocket q
key and unlocked the tin box. From
a worn envelope he drew forth worn
piece OF paper, on which was written
| in pencil that WAS very much faded.
but still sufficiently legible. brief
message Colonel Bill unfolded the
paper. yellow with age. and handed II
to the editor, who seized 1t, turned to
the light, and read:
| "I killed him. but II was In self de-
fense.-Fordyce."
That's the first bit OF evidence"
he said
The editor nodded. That settles
IT,"
/ 4
when we got there, as I said. he warnt
dead, and we managed to revive him
with a good drink OF liquor. which
Pete Breeden-that was his name
always would respond to-" he inter
polated And he managed to say
| few words"
What were they"
"He said that his wife shot him and
run of with Fordyce."
Anything moreT'
Then he died.
T see" said the editor. "Gorml,
took the blame upon himself to shield
| the woman" -
1T will be Colonel Hamilton's un-
supported statement against this writ
ten confession. though" interposed the
night editor.
We'll. as II happens" was the 70