The Huttig news., 1911-05-06

ton was strange creature. man of extraordinary genius. who lived q friendless, solitary life-at least. so far as l knew: I once lived with him in a little place he had In Paris for three months and in al, that time he never received a letter or a caller He was reticent nbout himself, and ! I never asked any questions. of course, but in suite of the fact that he spoke i English like an Englishman and was a public school man. apparently, l al ways believed he had strain of Hrn- garian blood in hlm-or else Italian or Spanish. know that sounds pret- ] ty broad. but he was enigmatic-a rid dle l never managed to make much of. Aside from that he was wonder. ful: a linguist. speaking a dozen | European languages and more east. ern tongues and dialects, l believe, than any other living man. We met by accident in Berlin and were drawn together by our common interest in orieptalism. Later. hesring I was in Paris. he hunted me up and insisted that stay with him there while fn- ishing my big book-the one whose title you know. His assistance to ne then was invaluable After that I lost track of him"
 And the valet7"
 oh I'd forgotten Doggott. He was a cockney. as silent and self-contained d as Button. To get back to 1 Nokomis; I ret Doggott at the sta. tion. called him by name, and he re. snsed to admit knowing me-said must have mistaken him for his twin brother. could tell by his eyes that he lied. and it made me wonder It's quite impossible that Rutton should be in this neck of the woods; he was man who preferred to live hermit in centers of civilization. =. Gu. rious,"
 T don't wonder you think SO Per. hans the man had been up 10 some mischief. But" said the girl with note of regret. we're almost home,"
 They had come to the seaward verge of the woodland. where the trees and scrub rose like wild hedge row on one side of broad. we'll metalled highway
 To the right on the other side of the road rustic fence enclosed the trim. well-groomed plantations of Tang'ewood Lodge. through the dead limbs window of the house winheo in the sunset glow like an eye of gar net And as the two appeared man came running up the road, shouting.
 That's 0uain," cried Amber and sent long cry of greeting toward him.
 Wait'' said the girl impulsive'y. putting out detaining hand. Let's keep our secret she begged. her eyes dancing" just for the fun of it,"
 Our secret"
 About the babu and the Token: it's bit of mystery and romance to me and We don't often find that in our liyss, do we? Let us keep it person Il for while-between ourselves: and you will promise to let me know If anything unusual ever comes of 1t, after I've gone. We can say that was riding carelessIy which is quite true, and that the horse shied and threw me, which again is true; but the rest for ourselves only Please What do you say?"
 He was infected by her spirit of ir responsible mischief Why. yes say yes" he replied; and then. more gravely: 'I think it'll be very pleas ant to share a secret with you, Miss Farrell. l shan't say word to any one, until I have to-
 As events turned he had no need to mention the incident until the morning of the seventh day following the girls departure. In the interim nothing happened and he was able to enjoy some excellent shooting with Quain, his thoughts undisturbed by any further appearance of the babu
 But on the seventh morning it be- came evident that burglary had been visited upon the home of his hosts. A window had been forced in the rear of the house and trail of burnt matches and candle grease be tween that entrance and the door of Amhers room, together with the somewhat curious circumstance that nothing whatever was missing from the personal effects of the Quatns. forced him to make an explanation. For his own belongings had been rif1ed and the bronze box alone ab, stracted-still preserving it's secret
 In its place Amber found a soiled slip of note paper inscribed with the round, uniformed handwriting of the babu: Pardon. sahib A mistake has been made. I seek but 10 regain that which Is not yours to possess. There will be naught else taken. A thou sand excuses from your hmbl obt sst, Behari Lal Chatterji"