The Calumet news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 1907-1938, 1912-02-08

! With NV rIohts
There viii be close sitting of evil
dence at the inquest. You will not
enjoy this. but the situation. hard as
Il may prove. has certainly improved
so far as you are concerned That
should hasten your convalescence."
"Poor Arthur hurst from my Ilps.
and the cry was echoed In my heart.
"What sort OF man would you make
him out to be when you accuse him
OF robblng the wine vault on top of
murderous assault on his sister,"
II know Ii argues brute but
he
arthur Cumberland il selfish. unre-
sponsive and hard. but he Is not a
brute. I'm disposed 10 give him the
! benefit of my good opinion to this ex-
/ tent. Charlie. cannot believe he first
poisoned and then choked that noble
woman"
Clifton drew himself up in his turn.
I establishment battling with renewed
distrust.
Either he or you, Ranelagh!" he ex-
claimed firmly. 'There is no third
person. This you must realize"
Was Arthur I'm the clubhouse when
first stepped into Il? II was just pos
sible. had been led TO prevaricate rs
to the moment | entered the lower gate
way, and he may have done the same
as to the hour he left by the upper hall
window Whatever his denials on this
or any subject. l was convinced that
he knew as well ms that Carmel had
been In the building with her sister
and was involved more or less person
ally I'm the crime committed there
Might It not be simply as his acces-
sorry after the fact? If only could be-
lieve this.
But she had gone In disguise 10 the
Whispering Pines, and she had re-
turned home in the same suspicious
fashion.
The wearing of her brother Arthurs
hat ana coat over her own womanly
garments was no freak. There had
been purpose In TIA purpose which
demanded secrecy. That Adelaide
should have accompanied her under
We
But then the whole affair was mys-
terry, totally out of keeping in all its
details with the characters OF these
women, saye-and what a fearful ex-
ception l here make-the awful end.
which. alas, bespoke the fiery rush and
impulse TO destroy which marked Car
mel's unbridled RACES.
OF less emotional attack she would
be as incapable as any other good
woman. Poison she would never use.
It's presence there was due TO anoth-
er's forethought, another's determine
uon. But the poison had not killed.
Both glasses had been emptied. but
ah, those glasses! What explanation
had the police now for those two
cmDtied glasses? They had hitherto
supposed me to be the second person
who had joined Adelaide I'm this totally
uncharacteristic drinking.
Knowing nothing of Carmel having
been on the scene. they must ascribe
this act either TO Arthur or to me.
and when they came to dwell upon
this point more particularly they must
see the improbablllty of her drinking
with him under any circumstances.
Then their thoughts would recur TO me.
and / should find myself again a sus-
pect The monstrous suggestion that
Arthur had brought the liquor there
himself, had poured it out and forced
her to drink it, poison and all, out Of
revenge for her action at the dinner
table short time before, did not oc-
cur to me then. but IL IL had there
were the three glasses--he would not
bring three, nor would Adelaide, nor,
as ! saw il, would Carmel
Chaos-however one looked Mt II.
chaos. Only one fact was clear-that
Carmel knew the. whole story and
might communicate the same If ever
her brain cleared and she could be
brought to reveal the mysteries OF that
hour
Did / really desire such consum-
nation? Only God could tell. | only
know that the fear and expectation OF
such an outcome made my anguish for
the next two weeks.
Would she live? Would she die? The
question was on every tongue. The
crisis OF her disease was approaching.
and the next twenty-four hours would
decide her fate, and In consequence
my own, If not her brother Arthur's.
As j contemplated the suspense OF
these twenty-four hours revolted
madly for the first time against the
restrictions of my prison. l wanted
air, movement, the rush into danger,
which my horse or my automobile
might afford-anything which would
drag my thoughts from that sick room
and the anticipated stir OF that lovely
form into conscious life and suffering.
Clifton told me no one was allowed
In the sick room but the nurse and
the doctor. Even Arthur was denied
admission and was wearing himself
out In his own room, MS I was wearing
myself out here. In restless inactivity.
He expected her TO sink and never TO
recover consciousness and was loud
In his expressions OF rebellion against
the men who dared TO keep him from
her bedside when her life was trem-
bling in the balance. But the nurse
had hOppe and ON hod Tho dootor Aa