The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1911-05-18

and the ease With which one could
step rom st INTO vehicle passing
down the driveway.
1t had another fpint OF interest, or
rather the wing had to which It was
attae6ed As his eye travelled back
across this wing In bis lively walk
toward the stable be caught 4 PISS
ing ElFmpse Of a n1Fse's face ana llg-
ure In one OF. tt9 upper windows.
Once around the corner. he perceiv-
! ed that the stable door was cloSedS
but that window well up the garden
side was open. Encountering no
Evatchful eye. he stepped up to the
stable window aud peered In.
a. man sat with his back to hiE po1-
ishing bit OF harness. This was prob-
znbEE Zadok, the coaehmqn. SweetWa-
ter Suddenly experienced momenta-
IS confusion BY observing the head
and shoulders Of Policeman Henord
leaning toward him from On opposite
windoY-in much the same fashion
and G tainIy with exactIy the same
intent Is himself As their gIances
crossed both dushed and drew back,
only 10 return again, each 70 his sever
al peephole Neither meant to lose
the advantage OF the moment Both
had heard Of the grll horse and wish
cd to identity It
There wore three stalls. and in each
stall a horse stamped ana -ndgated
Only one held their attention This
was mare on the extreme left d
large gray animal with a curious black
patch on its near shoulder. The faces
OF both men changed as they recog-
nIzed this distinguishing mark. and In
stinctfveIy their eyes met. The coach
r1an rubbed away with less and less
purpose until his hands stood quite
stIlI and his whole figure dropped in
Irresistible dependency. AS he raised
his face moved perhaps by that sense
of a watchful presence to which all Of
us are more or less susceptible. they
were both surprised to see tears on It.
The next Instant he had started to his
feet and the BIT OF harness had ratified
from his hands to the door.
''Who are you?. he asked. with q
touch OF anger quite natural under the
circumstances. Cant you come in by
the door and not creep snenking up to
take a man at disadvantage?
AS he spoke he dashed away the
tears with which his cheeks were still
wet.
II thought n heap Of my young mis-
tress,'' he added in evident apology for
this display OF what such men call
weakness. ~ didn't know that it was
in me TO cry for anything. but ind
that / can cry for her.
Hexford left his window, and Sweet
water slid from his. Next minute they
met ut the stable door.
"Had Iuckg' whispered the local of
dcer.
ieEnough to bring me here" ucknowl-
edged the other.
'sDo you mean to this house or to
this stable?" s
''To this stable"
+Have you heard that,the horse was !
ont that night?''
eyes; she was out"
'FWho driYing22
''Ah, that's the question:
'aThis man can't ten you"
'.But Tn goingfto tank to him for al
that" !
s.He wasn't here that night 9e was
at a dance. He only knows that the
mare was out"
''But Pm going to talk to him" ]
may / come I'm too? III not inter
rupt, I've just nfteen minutes to
spare"
Hexford threw open the stable door,
and they both walked In. The coach
man was not visible, but they could
hear him moving above. grumbIing to
himself. +
''I'Il be down in a minute" he called
5ut as their steps sounded on the hard
wood door. ii
Hexford snuntered over to the stalls.
Sweetwater stopped nearSthe doorway
md glanced very carefully about him.
Nothing seemed to escape his eye. He
wen took the trouble to peer into q
waste bin and was Just on the point OF
fitting down a, bit of broken bottle
rom ON open cupboard when Brown
appeared dressed In HIS Sunday coat
md caFrying bunch o. fresh hot
louse roses.
who's that man" he grunted to
1exford.
Another of us" replied Hexford,
With shrug. We're both rather In :
crested In this gray horse"
''HVouIdn't another time dof" plead !
d the Goodman, looking graveIy
lown at the lowers he held. .'Its
r.