Dakota farmers' leader. (Canton, S.D.) 1890-19??, 1911-10-27

don't know what we have both got tc
know, and that Is who made 1t, where
It was made, by whom was 1t made
why was 1t made, and for whom was
1t made? The sooner We work out
that end Of the game, my dear young
man, the better 1t will be for that lit
tie girl up in Centre Street"
The doctors eyebrows began tc
contract. There was a popularity In
the facial gesture. Something was
going on in his scientifically inquiring
mind. The brows drew together until
their separate lines curved into the
form of a minute Interrogation point;
little knobs of skin gnarled under the
bristles; his eyes focused until they
almost crossed. He clasped his hands
ing. A rather long silence followed.
Smoke spiraled from the detectives
| cigar and eddied upward. The de-
tective's keen glance was leveled at
the doctors Intellectually sharpening
face.
1t was in a reminiscent tone that
Fitch at last spoke.
IA ~ OliO w eo0ooAAob 49,
no good" he said. II haven't been
trained to guess. The little know is
the result of careful study and patient
analysis; but there are a few things
besides pharmacopoeia In my mind
and memory, and one Of them may
help us a little" He shifted his posi-
ton until he turned a square front
to the detective.
Way back in my ambulance days"
he said, there was a case that your
question reminds me of. 1t was one
of the first I had after I went to Belle
vue. 1t was a call to a queer little
old shop in Fourth Avenue. You re-
member hat row Of rookeries filled
up with secondhand furniture stores,
art dens, old curio shops, and so on,
on the west side of the avenue, some
where In the Twenties? A nod from
Britz was the only reply. We'll" con
tinued the doctor, this call was to
one of those curiosity shops. 1t was
kept by a queer little old chap who
must have starved himself to death to
carry out some object he had. He
sold curios for a living. and played
at alchemy for amusement-cracked,
you know. At any rate, he wasn't all
there. His neighbors looked On him
as a harmless lunatic, and in spite Of
his solitary habits, he was pretty pop
ular. 1t was owing to this popularity
that he didn't die In the back part Of
his own store with all the busy traf-
fee of a busy city Just a few rods out
side. A neighbor heard q noise like
an explosion and, running in, found
him on his back all covered with some
chemical that was turning his clothes
into porous plasters. The neighbor
turned in an ambulance call, and ! was
the answer. found the old man half
suffocated and wholly unconscious,
and as ! was pretty nervous from In
experience, 1t was about all l could
do to bring him around. wanted to
take him back with me-, but he would
MT have 1t; said he was just as well
on where he was; didn't like the hos
pital anyhow and wouldn't go, SO l
fixed him up where he was. After
ward, In the exuberance of my youth
full zeal, l called on him outside of
working hours. and kind Of looked
after him. He pulled. through all
right, but he was a pretty badly
charred old person for q long time
after that. AS soon as he was well
enough to take care Of himself, l left
on going there. and that II the last
I have seer Of him."
What caused tho explosion?" asked
Britt.
Il believe he was experimenting
with some misunderstanding get him
to tell me anything about It; he got
mad as a hornet every time I touched
upon 1t. I learned, however, from
neighbors that he was interested il
precious stones, and in his later years
the idea became firmly fixed In his
mind that II he only tried long enough,
spent money enough, mortified the
flesh sufficiently, he would be able to
make diamonds"
What sort Of stun did he succeed
in making?" asked the detective.
you can search me-" said Fitch. Il
never got a look at any Of it. His
cranklets would never make any sort
Of admission to me about the stun he
was making. All I know Is that man
who told me about the experiments
was quite positive that was the crack
in the old chaps brain-that he could
make diamonds. and could make them
just as well in a few hours as nature
could in a thousand years"
$50 the explosion must have
been-?"
Some fussing around with the In
gradients he was going to convert
into CLEAN and glitter. That's all l
know about it. There o have 1t.
Now. what do you make Of it?"
Well" said Britt as he put his
heels to the floor with a click, what
we'll make Of it won't be made down
here. I'm glad hat memory Of yours
worked In the long run; but 1t might
have saved me IN extra hazardous
10y ride II 1t had worked ooner.
Come along!" and he moved toward
the door.
Where are you goingr' asked the
physician.
ITO the Blocker Street station"
replied Britz. land from there to