Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1911-04-27

trying experiments. You knew how
nicely that dart would fit in ths
groove that was cut for it. You
know, altogether too well, 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 a 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.
ut was not from us that you learned
that that dart transixed the murdered
mans throat" he cried.
Il knew 1t, nevertheless" said Gag.
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 II he had not been interrupted,
that you should think, because this
stick and this dart fit together, that /
am, necessarily, a murderer"
you have admitted 1t now, at all
events" Mr.. Fanshaw replied. His
voice grew quieter, too, as the In
tensity Of his purpose steadied it 4
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. l tell you
this: I think we would be justified
in giving you a trial and hanging you
from that yard there. We will not do
1t. 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 youi
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: II have no wish to re,
turn to the world of men," he said. I
wish the world were empty Of men
as this part Of 1t is, or as l though
it was. l abandoned mankind once be-
fore, but yesterday when I saw men
here, l felt a 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 ! had spent on
that ice-1oe yonder, / 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 we'll that
| should be rid of that delusion SO
quickly. l am rid Of it, and / am rid
of you--bloody, sodden, stupid, blind.
Yet, with all my horror of you, my
disdain of you, l should not expect one
of you to do murder, without some
sort Of motive, some paltry hope oil
gain, upon the body of a stranger. II
is of that that you accuse me"
"a stranger" Tom Fanshaw echoed.
why, when you confess to so much,
do you try to lie at the end? You
can't think we don't know that the
man you murdered was once your
friend-or thought he was, God help
him! Why try to make us believe
that Perry Hunter was a stranger to
your
The girls wide eyes had never left
Cayley's face since the moment of hef
return to the deck with the throwing
stick. Through it although Fan.
shaw's hot accusation, and his own
reply-through those last words Of
Toms, it had never changed. There
had been contempt and anger In It,
subdued by an iron self-control; no
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 go
bloodless, not all at once, slowly, rath-
er. And then after a little while he
uttered a great sob; not of grief, but
such a sob as both the Fanshaws had
heard before, when, in battle or Skin
mish, a soft-nosed bullet smashes its
way through some great, knotted nerve
center. His hands went out in a 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 OWE Then leaning back
against the rail for support, he cover
ed his face with his hands. At last,
while they waited silently, he drew
himself up straight and looked dazed.
ly into her face.
! Suddenly, to the amazement OF the
other two men, she crossed the deck
to where he stood. I'm 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
preoccupatioh.
Seeing that this was SO, she laid
her hand upon his forearm. "You
didn't do It," she repeated, 'but you
know something about 1t, don't you?
You saw 1t done, from a long way of
saw the murder, without knowing
who its victim was"
(To BE CoNTINUED.)