The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1911-08-25
trying experiments. You knew how

trying experiments You knew how
nicely that dart would 1T in the |
groove that was cut for it. You
know, altogether too we'll what the
stain is that discolors it. You know
where we found that dart. You're
only surprised that it was ever found
at all-it and the body OF the man it !,
slew"
Everything you say is perfectly
true" said Cayley. very quietly. Il am
surprised that the body OF the man was
ever recovered. I'm little surprised,
also, that you should think because
this stick fell from my belt last night,
and this dart, which you found trans
fixing a mans throat this morning.
Tom Fanshaw interrupted him. His
eyes were blazing with excitement.
1T was not from US that you learned
that that dart transtixed the murdered
mans throat" he cried.
Il knew it, nevertheless" said Cay.
ley in that quiet voice, not looking to-
ward the man he answered, but still
keeping his eyes on old Mr. Fanshaw.
And also a little surprised" he went
on, as if he had not been interrupted.
that you should think, because this
stick and this dart fit together. that !
am, necessarily, murderer"
"You have admitted 1t now, at all
events" Mr.. Fanshaw replied. His
voice grew quieter, too, as tho in.
tensity of his purpose steadied IL X
suppose that is because, upon this
'No-Man's-Land.' you are outside the
pale Of law and statute-beyond the
jurisdiction Of any court tell you
this: l think we would be justified
in giving you trial and hanging you
from that yard there. We will not do
it. We will not even take you back to
the states to prison. You may live
outlaw here and enjoy, undisturbed,
your freedom. such as it is. and your
thoughts and your conscience, such
as they must be. But If ever you try
to return to the world Of men-"
Cayley interrupted the threat before
it was spoken: Il have no wish to re-
turn to the world of men," he said. Il
wish the world were empty of men.
as this part Of it is, or as I thought
it was. abandoned mankind once be-
fore, but yesterday when l saw men
here, felt q stirring Of the blood
the call Of what was in my own veins.
Last night when l took to the air
again, after the hour l had spent on
that ice-floe yonder, l thought l want
ed to come back to my own kind:
wanted. in spite Of the past, to be one
Of them again. Perhaps it is well that
I should be rid Of that delusion SO
quickly. l am rid Of 1t. and am rid
Of you-bloody. sodden, stupid, blind.
yet, with all my horror of you. my
disdain Of you. should not expect ONT
8 Tot yon to DO murder. without som'
sort Of motive. some paltry hope D
gain, upon the body Of stranger. /
is of that that you accuse me-"
"A Stranger" Tom Fanshaw echoed
why, when you confess to 50 much
do you try to lie at the end! Yol
can't think we don't know that thu
man you murdered was once you
friend-or thought he was. God he'll
him! Why try to make US believe
that Perry Hunter was a stranger t.
you?"
The girls wide eyes had never left
Cayley's face since the moment of he,
return to the DISK with the throwing
stick. Through Il although Fan
shaw's hot accusation. and his OWE
reply-through those last words Of
Toms, it had never changed. There
had been contempt and anger in it.
subdued by an iron salf-control: nc
other emotions than those two, until
the very end. Until the mention OF
that name-"Perry Hunter"
But at the sound Of that name
just then, the girl saw his face 90
bloodless, not all at once, slowly, rath.
er. And then after little while he
uttered great sob; not Of grief, but
such sob as both the Fanshaws had
heard before, when, in battle or Skin.
mish, soft.nosed bullet smashes III
way through some great, kn0tted nerve
center. His hands went out in Z con.
vulsive gesture, both the stick and
the dart which he held, falling from
them, the stick at the girls feet, the
dart at his own. Then leaning back
against the rail for support, hs cover.
ed his face with his hands. At last,
while they waited silently. he drew
himself up straight and looked daxed.
ly into her face,
! Suddenly, to the amazement of the
other two men, she crossed the deck
to where he stood. Pm perfectly
sure, for my part, that you didn't do
it; that you are not the murderer Of
Mr.. Hunter. Won't you shake hands?"
He made no move to take hers, and
though his eyes were turned upon her.
he seemed to be looking through,
rather than at her. SO intense was his
preoccupation.
Seeing that this war 30, she laid
her hand upon his forearm. "You
didn't do it," she repeated, but you
know something about it, don't you1
You saw 1t done, from a long way Of
saw the murder. without knowing
who its victim was"
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Restoring Color to . Stone.
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