Tensas gazette. [volume] (St. Joseph, La.) 1886-current, 1911-09-15

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The girl did not need the sudden
look Of incandescent anger che saw in
Philip Cayley's face to turn the sud
den tide of her sympathy toward him.
II 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
raking up of an old, improved offense
was piece of unnecessary brutality.
She coEid 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
bad told. For one instant Philip Cay
ley's sensitive face had shown a look
Of unspeakable pain. Then 1t stiffen-
ed into a mere mask-icy; disdainful.
II was a moment before he spoke.
When he did, It was to her. 81 don't
know why this gentleman presumes to
keep his seat" he said. "If It is Is
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. 7
suppose" he continued. that since
last night you also have heard the
story which this gentleman protests
he remembers so much too veil?"
YES" she said.
At that, he turned to old Mr.. Fan
shaw: "Win you tell me. sir" he
asked, for what purpose 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
10 ANYBODY.
Cayley's lips framed q faint, satir-
ical smile; and again he bowed slow
ly. But he said nothing, and stood.
waiting for the old gentleman to
60 on
This Mr.. Fanshaw seemed to ind IL
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 least-in-
clined to think she had been dream
ing It without knowing # To con-
vince me that you were real and not
q vision, she showed me a material
and highly interesting souvenir of
your call. II 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 good deal Of exper-
fence among those people, and that I
know how deadly an implement it is"
He made g little pause there, and
then looked up suddenly into Cayley's
face. "And imagine" he continued
very slowly. that you know that as
well as j do"
Cayley made no answer ut all, but
IL Mr.. Fanshaw hoped to 1nd with
those shrewd eyes Of his. any look
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 nowf"
he asked,
The blood-stained dart lay on the
deck beside Toms chair. He picked
it up and held 1t out toward his ia
Their. but the elder man, with ges-
ture, indicated to Cayley that he was
to take 1t In his hand; then: Jeanne.
my DEAR" he asked, will you fetch
out from the cabin the stick which
dropped from Mr.. Cayley's belt last
night?'
When she had departed on the er-
rand, he spoke to Cayley: You win
observe that the butt Of this dart is
not notched, as it would have to be II
1t were shot from a bow"
He did not look at Cayley's face as
he spoke. but at his hands. Could 1t
be possible, he wondered, that those
hands could hold the thing with that
sinister brown stain upon 1.-THE stain
of Perry Hunters blood-without
trembling? They were steady enough.
though, so far as he could see.
When Jeanne came out with the
stick, he handed that to Cayley also.
You win notice." he said. that that
dart and the groove In this stick were
evidently made for each other. Mr..
Cayley."
The pupils of Jeanne's eyes dilated
as she watched the accused man mt
them together. and then balance the
stick In his hand, as If trying to dis
cover how 1t could be put to 80 dead
ly a use as Mr.. Fanshaw had indi-
Gated. He seemed preoccupied by
nothing more than a purely intel
lectual curiosity.
His GOODNESS seemed to anger Mr..
Fanshaw, as 1t had formerly angered
his SON. For a moment this sudden
.,.~a- ~ hts randered him slmoef In