The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1911-05-23

usual place on the evening OF the muir.
der. he had gone Tar enough. be
tliouasl Another step and he might
arouse this mans suspicion. &c not his
enmffy. But he did not leave the chad
oWs into which he again reeeded until
he had satisfied himself that the key
went into the stable with the coach
man, where Il probably remained for
this night at least.
Il was after 10 when sWeetWater
reentered the house to say good night
to Hexford- he found him on watch
In the upper hall, and the man Clarke.
below. He had a word with the for
mer:
EWhat Is the purpose Of the little
door In the wan back OF the stable O.
ut connects these grounds with
those OF the Buttons. The Fuit0ns i've
on Huested street,
care the two families lntimate9"
VERY. Mr.. Cumberland IS sweet on
the young lady there"
"He uses that door, thenf Sweet
water pursued
@ProbabIy."
@Did he use It that nightT
''He didn't visit her"
where did he goF'
Eve can't find out. He was Arst
seen on Garden street. coming home
after a night OF debauch- BE had
drunk hard. Asked where be got the
liquor, he maundered out something
about a saloon, but none OF the places.
which he usually frequents had seen
him that night. have tried them all
and soma that weren't in his books.
Tt was no good"
-, L. IN hn
at night Zadok says that's his duty.
Was IL locked that nightP
Cant say. Perhaps the coroner can.
You see. the inquiry ran in such of
ferent direction at first that. a small
matter like that may have been over
looked"
Sweetwater subdued the natural re-
tort and, reverting to the subject Of
the saloons. got some specific infOrma-
tion in regard TO them. Then he
passed thoughtfully downstairs, only
to come upon Helen. who was just eH-
tinguIshing the front hall light
Good night" he said in passing.
GOOD night, Mr.. Sweetwater."
There was something in her tone
which made him stop and look back.
She had stepped into the library and
was blowing out the lamp there. He
paused a moment and siEhed softly.
Then he started toward the door, only
to stop again and cast another look
back. She was standing in one OF the
doorways, auxiousIy watching him and
twisting her fingers in and out In an
Irresolute way truly significant in one
OF her disposition.
He felt his heart leap. -.-s&
Returning softly, he took up his
stand before her, looking her straight
in the eye.
GOOD night" he repeated, with an
odd emphasis
Good night" she answered, with
equal force and meaning.
But the next moment she was speak
ng rapidly, earnestly.
II can't Sleep she said. II never
AN when Pm not certniD of my duty.
dr. RaneIagh is an injured man. Ask
what was said and done at their last
Inner here. can't tell you. didn't
istea, and didn't see what happened.
mt II was something out OF the ordt-
AIRY. Three broken wineglasses lay on
he tablecloth when went in to clear
wny. heard the clatter when they
ell and smashed, but sid nothing.
have said nothing since. but know
here was a quarrel, and that MT. hane-
lgh was not In It, for his glass was
ae only one which remained unbroken.
M wrong in telling you? wouldn't
o-if it were not for Mr. RanelaGh
lie didn't do right by Miss CumbeF-
md, but he doesn't deserve to be in
rfson. and SO would Miss Carmel tell
on II she knew what was going on
nd could speak. She loved him and
We said enouGh-Pve said enough.
ie agitated girl protested as he lean
] eagerly toward her. II couldn't
n the priest any more. Good night"
And she was gone.
He hesitated a moment, then pursued
s way to the side door and so out [
the house into the street Soon be
,turned to his old habit of muttering &
himself {
"one thing win solve. and that is G
here. this miserable fellow spent the c
,urs between this dinner they speak q
and the time OF his return next day. '
oxford has failed at It Now wen a
9 what a blooming stranger can do" 8