The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1912-09-05
CHAPTER XXIX-(Continued.)
Did they speak to him?'

did they speak to him?
Yes, sir. They says, "Ello, Paul, We
didn't now as 'ow you was ONE and
e seemed upset like at first, and pre-
tended e didn't know EN-, and that
they'd made a mistake. But they
chaffed i'm and went on talkin', $50 l
suppose Paul e thought it best to
make a clean breast of it ALL"
D you mean to say that he told his
sister and his friend that he was car
rying on q criminal fraud against the
Earl of Radclyffe?"
"Oh, no, sir; not all hat. e only
told 'em thai e was in for a good
thing. A gentleman's gentleman e told
'em e was and dom well for hisself.
e said e YOU come and Sc the fa'ly
-'e meant me and is mother, sir
some day soon. Bue e never come"
did he say where h. was living?
Yes, sir. 'E gave is address to
Emily. Up 'Ampstead way it We're. A
long way sir, Me and is mother new
er seemed to ave the time to go and
look i'm up; but Emily she went with
young Smith n Sunday. but they
never found the street. not where Paul
said e was Twin. Their weren't no
such street in 'Ampstead. sir"
And you thought of making
further inquiries?"
mo. sir" This again with that
quiet philosophy. the stolid fatalism,
peculiar to those who live from day to
day. from hand to mouth, who have
neither leisure nor desire to peer out
side the very circumscribed limits Of
their WI hearths.
You never made any effort to know
more about hat your son was doing
OR how he was living?" suggested the
coroner. who. though accustomed to
this same quiet philosophy in men and
women Of that class. was nevertheless
strangely moved in this instance by the
expression of a fatalism that carried
in it's train such extraordinary conse-
uuenceS.
But Jim Baker. mildly astonished at
the OF insistence over SO obvious
a matter. explained meekly:
we knew that Paul was dom we'll,
you see, sir. e was that splendidly
dressed when Emily and young Smith
seed I'm they was quite respectful like
to I'm. So we knew e was all right
And you never troubled any further
about your son?'
didn't want to interfere with
i'm, sir. Gentlemen don't allus like
their servants to be 'aving visitors, or
to obnob with poor people i k u.s."
More calm philosophy not unmixed
with a delicate Of pride this time,
and a sublime if unconscious vein of
seldeSSness.
Well" rejoined the coroner, not un-
kindly this time-the man who looked
SO like a beetle, who was so humble
and apologize. compelled quite a GER
tain amount Of regard-'we'n leave
that matter for the moment, Mr.. Baker.
Now will you tell the jury what made
you come to this today? What led
you to think that the man who had
been murdered in a cab the night be-
fore last, and Of whom all the news
papers spoke as Mr.. Philip de Mount
ford-what made you think that he
was your SOM"
Jim Baker by way Of a reply plunged
n his thin hands in the pocket of his
shabby coat n drew out a portion of
very grimy newspaper carefully folded
up quite small. He undid the old
until his eyes lighted on that which they
sought. Then he held the paper out
toward the coroner and pointed to a
picture sandwiched in among the let
ter-press.
II saw this" he said, sin the Daily
Graphic yesterday. It's the picture of
Paul, I says to myself"
The coroner took the paper from the
witness and laid it down on the table,
glancing at it casually. There had
been innumerable portraits of the muir
dered man published both in the morn
ing and the evening papers of yester-
day.
IT'S Paul to the life" insisted Jim
Baker. II was at my work, you I'M