The Detroit times., 1912-05-01
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fields and tapping his spectacles on
the desk.
Hercules Thayer and read Latin
together when we were boys" No
said, turning 10 Chamberlain with
reminiscent smile on his old face.
"And he licked me for liking Hanm-
bal better than Scipio." He laughed
heartily.
The faces OF the old sometimes
become like pictured parchments.
and seem to be lighted from within
by faint. steady gleam. almost
more beautiful than the fire OF youth.
AS Chamberlain looked, he decided
once more, and finally, that he liked
Squire Cady.
But got even with Hercules on
Horace" the squire went on. chuck
ling at his memories. However"
he sighed. as he turned toward his
desk again, this isn't getting out
that warrant for you. We don't
want any malefactors loose about
Charlesport; but you'll have TO be
sure you know what you're doing.
Can you identify him." +
II think ! should know him; but
in any case Miss Redmond at the old
red house can identify him"
I'VE don't want to arrest anybody
till we're sure we know what we're
about--that's poor law" said Squire
Cady. In pedagogical and squire-ish
tone, as II Chamberlain were u mere
boy. But the Englishman didn't
mind that
II think l can satisfy you that
we've got the right man." he an
swered. IF find him and bring
him to the old red house this after
noon. SO that Miss Redmond can
Identify him. will you have a sheriff
ready to serve the warrant?"
Yes. l can do that"
very well. then. and than you,
sir, said Chamberlain. moving to-
ward the door. And I'm keen on
hearing how you got even with Mr..
Thayer on the Horace"
The light behind the squire's
parchment face cleaned a moment.
Come back. my boy, when you'ys
done your duty by the law. Every
citizen should be a protector as well
as a keeper OF the law. So come
again; the latch-string is always OUT
IL was mid-morning before the de-
tails connected with the sheriff were
completed. BY this time Chamber
lain's heavy but sound temperament
had lifted itself to its task, gaining
momentum as the hours went by. His
next step was to search out the
frenchman. The meager information
obtained the day before was to the
effect that the marooned yacht-owner
had taken refuge in one OF the shacks
near the granite docks in the upper
part OF the village. He. had persuad-
ed the caretaker OF the Sailors read.
Ing room TO lend him money with
which to telegraph to New York, as
the telegraph operator had refused
to trust him.
II was not difficult to get on his
track, even though the village people
We're constitutionally reluctant TO let
any unnecessary information get away
from them. A mile or so farther w
the shore, beyond the road that ran
like scar across the hill to the gran.
ite quarry. Chamberlain came upon a
saloon masquerading as grocery
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bethel and the reading room were
grouped near by the telegraph or
flee, too, had been placed at this end
of the town: obviously for the con-
venience of the operators OF the gran.
! ite quarry. The settlement had the
appearance Of easy-going and pleasant
Industry peculiar to places where
handwork is still the rule.
Chamberlain applied first at the
grocery store without getting salts
faction. The foreign looking boy, who
was the only person visible, could
give him no information about any
thing. But at the reading room the
erstwhile yacht owner was known.
Borrowing money is a sure method
of impressing ones personality.
The Frenchman had been in the
neighborhood two or three days, lat
terly becoming very impatient for a
reply to his New York telegram. A
good deal OF money had been applied
for, was the opinion of the money
lender. This person, caretaker and
librarian, was a tall, ineffective indi.
vidual, with eyes set wide apart. His
slow speech was mixture OF Doctor
Johnson and a Judge In chancery. 1t
was grandiloquent, and 1t often took
long to reach the point He informed
Chamberlain, with some circumlocu-
ton, that the Frenchman had beep
extremely anxious over the telegram
Ito Be ContInued1