The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-05-26
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She rolled her eyes toward him in a slow. surprised way that would have abashed most men.
 ''I don't know your name or your business here." said she. but I do know that you take a good deal upon yourself when you say what shall do or shan't do. I don't even know myself"
 With the most innocent air in the world he launched forth in a tirade against the man then in custody, as though his guilt were an accepted fact and nothing but the formalities of the law stood between him and his final doom. Tt must make you all feel queer," he wound up. ito think you have waited on him and seen him tramping about these rooms for months just as if he had no wicked feelings in his heart and meant to marry Miss Cumberland-not to kill her.'
 "Oh, ohv' Maggie sobbed out. "And a perfect gentleman he was too. l can't believe no bad of him. He was not nke''- Her breath caught and so suddenly that Sweetwater was always convinced that the more cautious Helen had twitched her by her skirt. 'Like- like other gentlemen who came here. It was a kind word he had or a smile. I-I"- She made no attempt to finish, but bounded to her feet, pulling up the more eedate Helen with her. Let's go," she whispered. 'Tm afeared of the man."
 The other yielded and began to cross the floor behind the impetuous Mag gie.
 Sweetwater summoned up his cour- age.
 "One moment" be prayed. "Will you not tell me before you go whether the candlestick have noticed on the dining room mantel is not one of a pair?"
 "Yes; there were two-once," said Helen, resisting Maggie's effort to drag her out through the open door.
 "Once," smiled Sweetwater. "by which you mean three days ago."
 A lowering of her head and a sudden make for the door.
 Sweetwater changed his tone to one of simple inquiry.
 "And was that where they always stood, the pair of them, one on each end Of the dining room mantel?'
 She nodded, involuntarily perhaps, but decisively.
 Sweetwater hid his disappointment. The room mentioned was a thorough fare for the whole family. Any mem Der of it could have taken the candle stick.
 "I'm obliged to you," said. he and might have ventured further had she given him the opportunity. But she was too near the door to resist the temptation of flight. In another mo- ment she was gone, and Sweetwater found himself alone with his refiec- uons.
 The moon shone that night, much to Sweetwater's discomforture.
 The house presented an equally dolor- ous and forsaken appearance, and in the stable it was no better. Zadok had bought an evening paper and was seeking solace from its columns Sweetwater had attempted the so- ciable, but had been met by decided rebuff
 Soon Sweetwater realized that his work was over for the night and plan ned to leave. But there was one point to be settled first. Was there any oth CT means of exit from these grounds save that offered by the ordinary drive way?
 He had an impression that in one of his strolls about he had detected the outlines of a door in what looked like a high brick wall in the extreme rear If so it were well worth his while to know where that door led. It might be as we'll to try the lock, but he of moonlight in order to do so, and he feared to attract attention to his ex- treme inquisitiveness.
 Advancing in a quiet, sidelong way he had, he laid his hand on the small knob above the lock and quickly turn ed it. The door was unlocked and swung under his gentle push. An alley way opened before him leading to what appeared to be another residence street. He was about to test the truth of this surmise when he heard a step behind him and, turning, encountered the heavy figure of the coachman ad- vancing toward him with key in his hand
 Zadok was of an easy turn, but he had been sorely tried that day, and his limit had been reached.
 Gro Be Continued.)