The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1912-12-27

WHAT nave you done with MIN
Hes In the seamans quarters. for
ard. sir"
See that he's kept there. Mr.. Mac
Ieod." ! told him. I'D feel better II
you put watch on him tonight. To-
morrow Wen run in to Gloucester and
look up his people and friends
Very good, sir"
Thank you"
thought of having a look at Peter
Johnson, myself, for I was somewhat
| curious to study that face again when
1t was sentient, and had eyes open.
but on second thought decided to
wait until morning. II seemed silly
to suspect this seemingly honest but
unfortunate fisherman.
We had not been speeding 80 well
during the afternoon; there was some
trouble reported from the engine
| room, and II was question whether
We had made over fifteen knots an
hour since two o'clock. | know that
at ten o'clock that night. when the
moon went down. We were somewhere
east OF Nantucket. and directly In the
path of the transatlantic liners.
The night was balmy as night in
springtime and Cameron and / In
light overcoats sat on the after-deck,
watching the moon slide slowly below
the dark horizon line. Our chairs were
close together. facing the lee rail; his
the farther astern. We talked or
many things, ! remember. He was al
saxy0 iV,ta I'D Ia, md No
pecially in my ambitions TO make The
Week power for national good; and,
remember that we discussed several
projects | then had in mind for bring
ing about reform In high places, But
the subject which then interested me
most, and regarding which ! still en-
perienced vague. unreasoning uneas-
mess. he had avoided throughout the
day and evening, with what seemed
to me studied intent.
The sudden cessation OF hostilities
on the part OF those whom he had
been given every reason TO look upon
as his mplacable enemies, was GER
tainly strange enough to have invited
endless debate: and ! marveled that,
after having accepted my falsehood
as truth, he had not chosen TO go over
with me the whole marvelously per-
picking business.
His mind, | knew, was relieved by
what | had made him believe. or he
would not now be the man he was;
but despite that, 1t appeared TO me.
It would be most natural for him. OIL
this day of all days-the twenty-first
Of the month-to question, at least,
my previously emphatically stated
conclusions
There had been moment OF silence
between us, and these reflections were
dominant with me, as six bells, ring
ing out unsteady, announced that
midnight was but an hour distant. At
that instant while in time to the
bells strokes. there echoed in my
brain the words: Know then, that be-
fore the morning of the eighth day
hence" Cameron, lowering his CT
gar turned to me with:
CLYDE, wonder II you have for
gotten what day this Isl"
don't know why, coming at Just
that particular juncture, the question
should be more upsetting than II 1t
had come at some other time Of day,
but know it seemed so to me.
For little space my tongue refused
IFS Office There was a lump in my
throat which demanded TO be swal-
lowed, and | made pretence OF
coughing to hide my plight. At length
answered, bit lamely:
mo. haven't forgotten. It's
Wednesday, the twenty-first OF Octo-
Der"
He returned his cigar to his lips and
smoked in silence for full minute
Then. he said. quietly:
ITS seven days since that empty
envelope came"
Yes" returned.
There was another slight pause and
he went on:
Il have been thinking that possibly
you were wrong about the significance
OF that empty envelope. Possibly
those epigmatical persons intended
that absence of a definite threat to
imply the inconceivably terrible"
NOW tnat ne naU sthTteu 10 tdlk
about II, ! wished that he had contin-
ued his silence. | could not under
stand how I had convinced him be-
fore, knowing all the while that | was
without truth to support me. Ger
tainly, now, pervaded as I was with
that grim disquietude. II would be
even more difficult to carry conviction
with my words.
whatever they intended,' | ven
tured, yielding a ':scJion OF point,
I'll seems to me that they'll have some
difficulty in carrying it out. There
are no portraits here to mutilate and
no mirrors to smash. For the previ-
Gus performances there must be some
more or less simple explanation.
Neither you nor | believe in the SUI
pernatural: therefore the things that
happened at Cragholt were brought
about by nstural means. seemingly in
applicable as they We're. Now no nat
ural means can be brought to bear
To perform any such legerdemain on
this yacht. You know that. There's
not a man here, except that poor old