The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1911-08-25

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together too we'll"
The girl diG not need the sudden
look OF incandescent anger she saw in
Philip Cay!eys face to turn the sud
den tide Of her sympathy toward him.
1t was not for this old wrong of his
that they had summoned him, as to
bar of justice, to the Auroras deck,
but to meet the accusation of the muir
der Of Perry Hunter. Whether he
was guilty Of that murder, or not. this
raklng up Of an old, improved offense
was piece Of unnecessary brutality
She could not understand how kind
hearted old Tom could have done such
thing. Thinking 1t over afterward,
she was able to understand a little
better.
From behind Toms chair she could
see how heavily this blow he dealt
had told. For one instant Philip Cay.
ley's sensitive face had shown a look
Of unspeakable pain. Then it stiffen-
ed into a mere mask-icy: disdainful.
1t was moment before he spoke.
When he did, it was to her. Il don't
know why this gentleman presumes to
keep his seat" he said. If it is as a
precaution against blow, perhaps. he
need not let his prudence interfere
with his courtesy"
HE has Just met with an accident"
she said quickly. "He can't stand
No, Tom. Sit STILL" and her hands
upon his shoulders enforced the com
mand
Cayley bowed ever so slightly. Il
suppose" he continued, that since
last night you also have heard the
story which this gentleman protests
he remembers so much too weu?"
"Yes," she said.
At that, he turned to old Mr.. Fan
shaw: "Will you tell me, SIR" HI
asked, "for what purpose l was In
vited to come aboard this yacht?"
Tom spoke before his father coult
answer-spoke with a short. ugly
laugh, "You weren't invited. 70,
were. as the police say. wanted"
BE quiet, Toni" his father com
manded. That's not the way to tall
Ito anybody"
Cayley's lips framed a faint, satir
tcal smile; and again he bowed slow
ly. But he said nothing, and stood
waiting for the old gentleman Il
60 on.
This Mr. Fanshaw seemed to find /
rather difficult to do. At last, how
ever. he appeared to find the word
he wanted. When Miss Fielding CAV
US an account, this morning, Of tn
strange visitor she had received Las
night, we were-I was, at least-il
clined to think she had been dream
ing it without knowing It To col
| vince me that yeua wore rsaisand AZ
a vision, she showed me q materi,
and highly interesting souvenir {
your call. It was an Eskimo throwing
stick, Mr.. Cayley. such as the Alaska
and Siberian Indians use to thro'
darts and harpoons with. It happen
that I've had q good deal of expe
fence among those people, and that
know how deadly an implement 1t is'
He made a little pause there. an
then looked up suddenly into Cayley
face. "And imagine" he continue
very slowly, that you know that a
we'll as l d."
Cayley made no answer at all. bt
=. If Mr.. Fanshaw hoped to ind wit
those shrewd eyes of his. any loo
of guilt or CONSERVATION in the pal
face that confronted him, he was df'
appointed.
Suddenly, he turned to his son
Where is that thing that Donova
brought aboard with him just now!
he asked.
The blood-stained dart lay on tn
deck beside Toms chair. He pickle
it up and held it out toward his II
Their, but the elder man, with a gel
ture. indicated to Cayley that he wa
to take it in his hand; then: Jeanne
my DEAR" he asked. will you fetc
out from the cabin the stick whic
dropped from Mr.. Cayley's belt las
night?"
When she had departed on the el
rand, he spoke to Cayley: "You Wi
observe that the butt Of this dart 1
not notched, as it would have to be
It were shot from a bow"
He did not look at Cayley's face a
he spoke, but at his hands. Could
be possible, he wondered, that thos
hands could hold the thing with tina
sinister brown stain upon 1.-THE stat
of Perry Hunters blood-withou
trembling? They were steady enough
though. so far as he could see.
When Jeanne came out with tn
stick. he handed that to Cayley alst
"You will notice." he said. that tina
| dart and the groove in this stick wer
evidently made for each other. MI
Cayley."
The pupils Of Jeanne's eyes dilate
as she watched the accused man u
them together. and then balance tn
stick in his hand, as If trying to Oil
cover how 1t could be put to SO deaf
" use as Mr.. Fanshaw had ind
Gated. He seemed preoccupied o
nothing more than a purely int
lectual curiosity.
His GOODNESS seemed to anger Nj
q hoA formerly QnQofe