Okolona messenger. (Okolona, Miss.) 1900-current, 1911-04-27

~ NACAO DOA4C I y Vi JOoA "a
sequent career which l remember al
together too we'll"
The girl did not need the sudden
look Of incandescent anger she saw in
Philip Cayley's 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 a
bar Of justice, to the Aurora's deck,
but to meet the accusation Of the muir
der Of Perry Hunter. Whether he
was guilty of that murder, or not, this
rakIrg up Of an old, improved offense
was a piece Of unnecessary brutality.
She could not understand how kind
hearted old Tom could have done such
a thing. Thinking 1t over afterward,
she was able to understand a little
better.
From behind Toms chair she could
Gee 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 stiifen-
ed into a mere mask-icy; disdainful.
1t was a 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 a blow, perhaps, he
need not let his prudence interfere
with his courtesy"
UIIn hoo i,,-t p,nN -,gtL ~ nonIIOnH ~
she said quickly. "Re cant 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 well?"
YES" she said.
At that, he turned to old Mr.. Fan
shaw: "Will you tell me, sir" he
asked, for what purpose l was in
vited to come aboard this yacht?"
Tom spoke before his father could
answer-spoke with a short, ugly
laugh, you weren't invited. You
were, as the police say, wanted"
BE quiet, Toni" his father com.
manded. That's not the way to talk
to anybody"
Cayley's lips framed a faint, satir-
ical smile; and again he bowed slow
ly, But he said nothing, and stood,
waiting for the old gentleman to
go on.
This Mr.. Fanshaw seemed to find it
rather difficult to do. At last, how.
ever, he appeared to find the words
he wanted. when Miss Fielding gave
us an account, this morning, Of the
strange visitor she had received last
night, we were-I was, at Ieast-in-
clined to think she had been dream.
ing it without knowing It To con.
vince me that you were real and not
a vision, she showed me a material
and highly interesting souvenir Of
your call. 1t was an Eskimo throwing
stick, Mr.. Cayley, such as the Alaskan
and Siberian Indians use to throw
darts and harpoons with. 1t happens
that I've had a good deal of/exper
fence among those people, and that
know how deadly an implement it is
He made a little pause there, and
then looked up suddenly into Cayley'f
face. And l imagine" he continued
very slowly, that you know that as
we'll as ! do"
Cayley made no answer at all, but
II Mr.. Fanshaw hoped to find with
those shrewd eyes Of his, any lool
of guilt or CONSERVATION in the pale
face that confronted him, he was dis
appointed.
Suddenly, he turned to his son;
Where is that thing that Donovan
brought aboard with him Just noW?'
he asked.
The b~lood-stained dart lay on thu
deck beside Toms chair. He plckeC
It up and held it out toward his ia
Their, but the elder man, with a ges
ture, indicated to Cayley that he wa
to take 1t in his hand; then: Jeanne
my DEAR" he asked, will you fetcl
out from the cabin the stick which
dropped from Mr.. Cayley's belt las
night?"
When she had departed on the er
rand, he spoke to Cayley: You vii
observe that the butt of this dart II
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 stall
of Perry Hunters blood-withou
trembling? They were steady enough
though, so far as he could see.
When Jeanne came out with thu
stick, he handed that to Cayley also
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 dileteI
as she watched the accused mar fl
them together, and then balance tn
stick in his hand, as If trying to dis
cover how it could be put to so dead
ly a use as Mr., Fanshaw had ind.
Gated. He seemed ~preoccupied b
nothing more than a purely inte
lectual curiosity.
His GOODNESS seemed to anger MI
rnnnhnm nc Il had fnrmnrlv annnrn.