Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1911-05-05

sation against you was SO easily dis
proved"
''Disproved?" he questioned. THAT
beautiful faith of yours can't be called
proof"
Il meant just what 1 said-dis-
proved. They shall admit it when go
back on deck Won't you-woa't you
give us a chance to disbelieve the old
story, too?"
Il can never explain that now" he
said; ''can never lay that phantom,
never in the world"
Il am sorry" she said holding out
her hand to him 81 wish you'd give
US chance. Goodby."
This time he took the hand, bowed
over it and pressed it lightly to his
lips. Then, without any other fare
well than that. he dropped down into
dinghy and was rowed back to the
fioe-back TO his wings.
Wbsn she returned to the deck she
fou.d that Mr.. Fanshaw had gone
around to the other side Of it to see
the sky-man take to the air.
But Tom sat, rigid, where he was.
Fer the first time that she could re-
member, he was regarding her with
open anger. Il knew" he said, that
you never liked Hunter, though never
could see why you should dislike him;
and it didn't take two minutes to see
that this man Cayley, with his wings
and his romance, had fascinated you.
But in spite of that, l thought you had
better sense of justice than you
showed Just Eow."
She flushed a little My sense of
justice seems to be better than yours
this morning, Tom" she answered
quietly Then she unslung her bin
oculars again and, turning her back
upon him, gazed out shoreward.
Il am getting worried about our
shore party" she remarked, as if by
way of disseminating the quarrel. IF
there are ten or twelve men living
there, in hiding from us, willing to do
unprovoked murder, when they can
with impunity-'
$50 ycu believed that part OF the
story, too, did you?" Tom interrupted.
She did not answer his question at
ALL but turned her attention shore
ward again.
oculars with snap, and walked
around to the other side Of the deck,
where Mr.. FanshaW, leaning his ell
bows On the rail, was looking out
across the ice-foe.
Wei" he asked briskly, as she
care up and laid an affectionate arm
a.cnyss his shoulder, Il suppose you've
n4en telling Tom why you did it-why
you made Cayley throw that dart
away. mean; but you'll have to tell
me, too. | can't figure it out. You
had something in mind, I'm sure
81 haven't been telling Tom,'' she
said. He doesn't seem in very
reasonable mood this morning. But
did have something IN mind. l was
proving that Mr. Cayley couldn't pos
sibly be the man who had committed
the murder
81 suspected it was that" he said.
Its the stick that proves it really"
she said. You remember how puz-
zled YOU were because the end of 1t
which you held it by wouldn't fit your
hand? l discovered why that was
when you sent me in to get it a short
while ago. It's left-handed stick. 1t
fits the palm of your left hand per-
fectly. You'll find that that is SO
when you try it. And Mr.. Cayley IS
right-handed'
The old man nodded rather dubi-
ously. "Cayley may be ambidextrous,
for anything you know" he objected
She had her rejoinder ready: But
this stick, Uncle Jerry, dear, was
made for a man who couldn't throw
with his right hand, and Mr.. Cayley
can. He did it perfectly easily, and
without suspecting at all why want