The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-12-11
War Story

eyes. | IeiC tudI l uuucTSlOOu It dII now, my heart heavy from the discov- ery-her dislike of Calvert Dunn arose from her love for Jem Donald. had been a fool, dreaming the bright. tinted dreams of a fool. But would keep that secret to myself; neither he nor she should ever know.
 "And now that I am disarmed. Colonel Donald, what do you propose doing with me?"
 AS you are Miss Denslow's pris- oner, rather than mine," he answered carelessly, "I propose doing nothing more serious than to see you do not escape. She, I believe, has placed you upon parole within the limits of this house. Is this true. Jean"
 She lifted her eyes to his face as if to read his real purpose behind the kindly banter of his voice; then, smil- ing, glanced at me.
 "Yes. paroled, on the word of an officer and gentleman"
 Good! I accept the same, believing Lieutenant King will justify my faith. Now let us work together and search the house. beginning with the library"
 We passed into the dimly~ lighted room together, but permitted the two to advance, thinking 1t best not to arouse the vitriolic tongue of=the judge and hence keeping we'll back within the shadows. His was a strange posture in which to sleep so long, his head lying sideways upon his arm, with face partially upturned toward the light. Suddenly Jean ut tered startled cry, so full of alarm as to cause me to leap forward. l saw Donald lift the head of the old man, then drop it and stare about in dazed bewilderment. The man was
 iead-dead, with knife wound in the throat.
 We realized the truth, all of us at the same moment. yet were unable to comprehend its full significance, star ing first at the dead man and then into one another's faces in bewil- derment beyond expression. To me it came like a fresh accusation, new link in the chain binding me. Dead! Killed in the same manner and by the same hand that had stricken down Ma varrei
 I saw the girl drop upon her knees, burying her face upon the nearest chair; then Donald, with lips firm set and white face, lifted the emaciated form tenderly, crossed the room with it in his arms and placed it outsretcn- ed upon the sofa. For moment of silence he stood there motionless, gaz- ing down upon the ghastly counte- nance, his shoulders bent, his giant form casting shapeless shadow upon the wall. Then he turned and looked me sternly, searchingly in the eyes.
 "What have you to say to this?" he questioned bluntly. pointing with one hand back at the body. '.If you have been on guard, sir, how could this have happehedT'
 'AThe deed must have been done be fore was released When first look. ed in here Judge Dunn rested in the same position in which you found 1 him."
 Neither of you came into the
 room?"
 1 'No; not so as to approach the table l Miss Denslow thought the sight of me I would arouse his anger" | "T came in after the revolver belt, ?
 she said, her voice trembling, "but | Lieutenant King did not even enter
 the room"
 Donald's form strengthened, his voice l gruffer than I remembered hearing fl
 before.
 But you were asleep, Jean, when
 came down the stairs. Lieutenant
 King had left his chair and was in thu
 front of the hall"
 I took a deep breath, realizing afresl
 the peril of my position. The gir
 spoke pleadingly, brokenly.
 "But Lieutenant King could not hav' | done this. He is not murderer, bu soldier"
 Donald stood between us, erect, mo l tionless. "I do not know what to think, Jean, he said with a grave deliberateness
 sI only know every circumstance l points to this man and leaves no doub
 as to my own duty. If Lieutenan
 King can clear himself will be frs I to take his hand" His fingers drop ped to the butt of his revolver. "Yo, are my prisoner. Unclasp your belt" l" i CHAPTER XI. | THE TABLES TURNED. TNHE girl came between us, he face uplifted, her eyes shin