Evening journal. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1907-1913, 1912-09-02

companion was speaking.
"Well?" he said. And the light
cheeriness of his tone was not only in
marked contrast with his grave abb
sorption Of a moment before, but in
jarring discord with my own present
mood. We'll? What do you make Of
them"
My annoyance found voice in my re-
Spouse.
Cameron" l begged, for Gods
sake be serious. This doesn't seem
to me exactly matter to be merry
over | don't want to alarm you, but
somehow / feel that these" and |
shook the cracking, waX-like sheets,
that these cannot be utterly ignored"
Put they are anonymous" he re-
torted, not unjustly. Anonymous
letters should be burned and forgot
ten"
There are anonymous letters and
anonymous letters" l gave him back,
In turn. These are of an unusually
convincing character. Besides, they
- And then | paused. | wished to
tell him of that elusive encompass
ment Of sinister portent which had so
impressed me; Of that malign forebod-
ing beyond anything warranted by the
words; but | stumbled in the effort at
expression. Besides" I started again,
and ended lamely, Il don't like the
look and the feel Of them
And now he was as serious as I
could wish
"Ah!" he cried, leaning forward
again and reaching for the letters.
You have experienced 1t, tool And
you can't explain il, any more than I?
1t is something that grips you when
you read, like an icy hand, hard as
steel, in glove Of velvet. It's al
ways between the lines, reaching out,
ard nothing you can do will stay 1t.
| thought at first | imagined it, but
the Oftener | have read, the more
have felt its clutch. The letters Of
themselves are nothing. What do you
suppose | care for yelled threats of
that sort? I'm big enough to take
care of myself, Clyde. I've met peril
in about every possible guise, in every
part of the world, and I've never real
ly known fear But this-this is diff.
ferent And the worst of it is, l don't
know why can't for the life of me
make out what it is I'm afraid Of"
He had gone very pale, and his
strong, capable hands, which toyed
with the two letters, quivered and
fRt-st, oh n IN Of
Then, with finger pointing to the
ink-stain at the bottom of one of the
sheets, he asked;
What does that look like to you?"
l took the letter from him, and
seultini2ing the rude figure with con-
centrated attention for a moment, ven
tured the suggestion that it somewhat
resembled a boat.
"a one-masted vessel, square
rigged," he added, in calculation.
Exactly"
Nov turn it upside down."
did SO.
Nov what do you see%
"1he head Of a man wearing a hel.
met" The resemblance was very
marked.
"A straw helmet, apparently" he
amplihed, such as is worn in. the
Orient. And yet the profile is not that
of an Oriental. Now, look at your YES
sci again" And once more 1 reversed
the sheet of paper.
Can it be Chinese JUNK" I asked.
at might be sailing proa or ban
ca he returned, such as they use in
the South Pacific. But whatever it is,
l can't understand what it has to dc
with me or | with it."
was still studying the black daub,
when he said:
But you haven't told me about the
handwriting. What can you read OF
the character Of the writer?"
Nothing" l answered, promptly
ut is curious penmanship, as you say
heavy and regular and upright, with
some strangely formed letters; es.
pecially the is and the p's; but it
tells me nothing"
But l thought" he began.
"That I boasted? So l did. When
one writes as one habitually writes it
is very easy. These letters. however,
are not in the writer's ordinary hand.
The writing is as artificial as though
you, for example. had printed note
in Roman characters Were they ad.
dressed il TIE same hand%
"PreciselN."
What Was the post-mark?"
"They here no post-mark That is
another etr@HGo circumstance. Yet
they were with my mail. How they
came there l have been unable to as
certain. The people at the post Office
naturally deny that they delivered
anything unstamped, as these were;
and Barrie, the lad who fetches tho
letters. has no recollection of these.
Nor has Checkabeedy, who sorts the
mail here at the house But each of
them lay beside my plate at break
fast-the first on the fourteenth of
August; the second this morning, the
fourteenth OF September
And they were not delivered by
messenger"
$50 far as I can learn, no."
at is very odd" I commented, with
feeble banality.