The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1911-08-02

in the upper ball. and the man, Clarke.
below. He had a word with the for
mer:
What Is the purpose of the little
door In the wall back Of the stable?"
ut connects these grounds with
those Of the FuItons. The Fultons live
on Huested street"
Are the two families intimater"
Very. Mr.. Cumberland Is sweet on
the young lady there"
He uses that door. then?" Sweet
water pursued
"Probabl
did he use II that nightT
HE didn't visit her"
Where did he goy'
I'VE can't find out He was first
seen on Garden street. coming home
after night OF debauch. He had
drunk hard. Asked where he got the
liquor, he maundered out something
about q saloon. but none of the places
which he usually freqnents had seen
him that night have tried them all
and some that weren't In his books
1t was no good
THAT door is supposed to be locked
at night. Iadnk says that's his duty
Was 1t lWked that night?"
Cant say Perhaps the coroner can
You see. the inquiry ran in such DIFF
ferent direction az first that small
matter like that may have brpn over
looked ."
Sweetwater suhdupd he natural re
tort and. rpvPrtfIg 10 The subject of
the saloons. got some Specific infurma
ton In regard 10 them Then he
passed thOughtfulv downstairs. only
10 come upon Ilnlpn who was Just en-
tinguishing the front hall light.
Good night" he said IN pussinC.
Good night Mr. Sweptwater
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
"aused moment and sighed softly.
Then he started toward the door. only
to stop again and cast another look
back. She was standing in one ot the
doorways. anxiously watching him and
twisting her fingers in and cut in an
irresolute way truly significant in one
of her disposition.
He felt his heart leap.
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
ing rapidly, earnestly.
II can't Sleep" she said. II never
can when I'm not certain OF my duty
Mr. Raneagh Is an injured man. Ask
what was said and done at their last
dinner here ! can't tell you. | didn't
listen. and didn't see what happened,
but II was something out of the ordi-
nary. Three broken wineglasses lay on
the tablecloth when | went In TO clear
away. | heard the clatter when they
fell and smashed. but l said nothing
| have said nothing since. but know
there was quarrel. and that Mr.. Rane-
lagh was not in IT. for his glass was
the only one which remained unbroken.
Am wrong in telling you: | wouldn't
Tiff it were not for Mr.. Ranelagh.
He didn't do right by Miss Cumber-
land. but he doesn't deserve to be In
prison. and so would Miss Carmel tell
you If she knew what was going on
and could speak. She loved him and
I've said enough-I've said enough
the agitated girl protested as he lean
ed eagerly toward her. 81 couldn't
tell the priest any more. Good night
And she was gone.
He hesitated moment, then pursued
his way to the side door and so out
of the house into the street Soon he
returned to his old habit of muttering
to himself.
Zone thing I will solve. and that Is
where this miserable fellow spent the
hours between this dinner they speak
of and the time of his return next day.
Hexford has failed at II. Now Wen
see what q blooming stranger can do"
To be continued