The Mena weekly star., 1911-02-02

"Dd You Ever Know a Man Named
 Philip cayey, TomT done it. He had remonstrated with Cayley, he said, because he feared for his daughters safety-she was pretty girl. whiter than her father and 1t seems that the mans fears had some justification It appears% that Cayiey had come out there. blind drunk, with 8 couple of troopers, who deserted that same night, and man. handled the old man. The girl joined in her fathers accusation, at least she didn't deny anything.
 "Cayley was away on scout duty at the time when the man came in---the thing had happened some days prior, just before he started out It came like a thunderbolt out of clear sky. for everybody liked Cayley and thought him an exceptionally decent clean sort Of chap. though he and Hunter both were drinking good deal just then. Poor Hunter was all broken up about it. Everybody be- lieved that he really knew some in eliminating facts against Cayley. but he never would speak. As for Gayley himself. he made no defense whatever. He denied he did it, and that was all There wasn't any real corroborative evidence against him, so the courtmartial dis missed the case as not proved. But he wouldn't testify himself, nor have stSele witness called in his behalf, and he resigned from the service then and there, and disappeared, so far as know, from the world. I heard he had ranch down somewhere in New Mexico. near Sandoval. l think the place was"
 His father saw quick tightening in the girls horror-stricken eyes at the sound of the name, which evidently. in some way. helped corroborate the story to her. but he did not question her about it.
 There was silence after that, while the three out there on the Au. rora's deck looked blanlzly into each others faces
 The silence was broken at last. by none of them. but by hail from the shore. "Ahoy. Auroral" cried she voice.
 MT Fanshaw answered with a wave of his arm. That's Donovan" he said to the others; then, Yes; what is it?' he cried
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 The boat was dispatched at once, and while they waited. Mir Fanshaw borrowed Jeannes field-glasses for a look at the man who had hailed them, i He's in hurry" said the old gentle man. He looks if he had news of one sort or another" They all had felt it in the mere timber of his voice something urgent; something omin- ous.
 It seemed an interminable while be- fore the returning boat came along side the foot of the accommodation ladder. When the newcomer appear ed at the head of it, his face had plainly written on 1t the story of some tragedy.
 What Is it?" Jeanne asked, not very steadily "Oh, please don't try to break 1t to mel Tell me. just as you do the others
 Its nothing concerning you. miss, not espee tally. mean: nothing to do .ith your father Then he turned to Nr. Fanshaw. T found MT Hunter. sir"
 "Dead?' The tone in which Dono- van -had spoken made the question hardly necessary.
 Yes. sir. His body is lodged deep down in one Of the ice Assures in tue glacier I could see 1t perfectly. though l couldn't get down to it."
 Tom Fanshaw covered his face with his bands for moment Then he looked up and asked. steadily: He slipped, 1 suppose?" ?"
 At the same moment his father asked Do you think we shall be able to recover the bodyg'
 Donovan answered this question | first
 We can try, sir. though I've not much hope of our succeeding"
 Then, after moments hesitation, | he turned to the son.
 'No. sir, he didn't fall: at least it wasn't the fall that killed him. I I found this in 8 cleft in the ice near by. It must have been driven clean through his throat, sir"
 He held out. in a shaking hand. a long. slim ivory dart. sbarp almost as l steel could be. and stained brown l wfth blood. "He was murdered sir.-