The Washington times., 1911-06-15
THE TIMES DAILY SERIAL STORY
THE VINTAGE
By JOSEPH STARTS
Copyright, 1911. The Frank A. Munsey Company.

ing the room he incidentally remarked
that it seemed to be Cremona."
What is his name? Did he give any
Irefercnces?"
"A man who can tell Cremona at a
glance" grandiloquently declared the
| old gentleman. needs no references In
Philip Vaughan's house."
| But surely he told you his name?"
His name, ] believe, is-Freneau."
| "Freneau?"
kin to the South Carolina Phetts. He
| has paid a months rent IN advance"
Although Della was vaguely aware she
was not hearing the name for the first
| time, ii awakened at the moment no
distinct recollection. Freneau, after put
| ting his personal possessions into the
room, had gone out again, and did not
return until midnight; so that she had
ledger looked. Nor did she see him the
| following day until afternoon, when.
as he was going out through the front
hall, she caught just a fieeting glimpse
of his handsome profile.
That glimpse, brief as X was, made
the girl strangely uneasy. She knew she
| had encountered the man Before, but
could not remember where. At dis
Greet distance behind she followed him
to the front gate, and stood there and
| watched him as he went along Clay
| street until he disappeared around the
corner of Twelfth. AS he turned the
corner ne DOCK. perceived
and lifted his natty military cap to her.
Where was it I saw that MANI" she
| asked herself.
Her neighbor, Jones. the war clerk,
coming home from the office, saluted
Have you heard the latest news?" he
/, inquired rather excitedly. "Grigg, the
desperate, has ben detected lurking
about this very neighborhood.
Good craciousi'
"Winder's men shot at him near the
Presidents house and pursued him. but
lost track of him in the dark"
II heard shooting up the street the
other night. Was that IT."
Hes bent on numbering President
Davis. It's said that's what he was
! sent down here for. You notice they've
grounds yonder. Captain Manico ordered
my son, Gusts, on guard but i got him
Isn't it dreadful? Why can't they
catch him?"
IT'S thought he must have a place
of refuge right in this neighborhood,
for he's frequently been seen, but sinks
out of sight every time"
around ones house! B-o-o-o! 1t makes
me shudder. I do hope they'll catch the
monster soon, so we can sleep quietly
in our beds
"Ah, now, II you want a THRILL said
Clay street and mingling with us resi-
dents unsupported, by day, in some sort
Of disguise: You know it's probable
Grigg is doing Just that. Now. pick
think of-myself, for instance" And
the worthy war clerk, thrusting one
hand between the buttons on his bosom
and pulling down his hat with the other,
tried to look darkly mysterious.
Don't. Please DON'T" shrieked Della,
turning pale. a
AS when children play, and one, be
meath the bear rug, creeping on hands
| though knowing well it's no real bear,
fee in more than mock terror, captives
of their own imagtnations, so Della fled
into the house. And Jones, delighted at
his little joke, passed on to his own
| gate.
Laughing, yet trifie nervous the girl
hurriedly shut the street door. Then, all
of sudden. the full implication Of her
her. Suppose the new lodger-of course
It could not be, but some trick of ex-
, cited fancy suggested = suppose the
handsome Freneau should be that fero-
Captain Grtgg have chosen such a lodg
ing as this, convenient for his crimes?
thought too horrible to entertain.
Drawn on by an unaccountable fasci
tried the library door. Freneau had left
II unlocked. She pushed 1t open, enter
ed, and peeped half fearfully around.
The evening sun against the windows
made the room bright.
1t was plain at a glance that the oc-
cupant was of careless habits. He had
left many Of his personal possessions
lying loosely about, a silver-mounted
pistol at full cock on the mantelpiece. a
pair of muddy riding boots asprawl I'm
one corner, a roll Of Confederate cur
rency as big as ONES fist in full view in
side his opened trunk.
But Delia's attention fastened instant
ly on the table, which Freneau had
dragged over beside the window. He had
left draftsmans implements, pens, pen
ellis. and bits of waste paper scattered
upon 1t. A torn fragment of tissue pa
per lay there which seemed to be a
tracing of some fertilization.
CONTINUED TOMORROW