The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1912-09-05
CHAPTER xxIx-(continued.)

Did they speak to him?"
Eyes, sir. They says, 'Ello, Paul, We
didn't know as 'ow o was ONE, n
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 1
suppose Paul e thought it best to
make a clean breast of it ALL"
do you mean to say that he told his
sister and his friend hat he was car
rying on a criminal fraud against the
Earl Of R~adclyffe?"
"Oh, no, sir; not all that. e only
told EN- that e was in for a good
thing. A gentleman's gentleman e told
'em e was and dom well for hiSself.
'E said e would come and Sc the fa'ly
-'e meant me and is mother, sir
some day 500 Bue e never come"
Did he say where he was living?'
Eyes, 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 one Sunday: but they
said e was Twin. There weren't no
such street in 'Ampstead. sir"
And you never thought of making
further inquiries?"
NO. sir" This again with that
quiet philosophy, the stolid fatalism,
pSCulldI " llOSe VIII lNe HUH udS 10
day. from han to mouth. who have
neither leisure nor desire to peer out
side the very circumscribed limits Of
their oWn hearthS.
You never made any effort to know
more about what you son was doing
or how he was living?" suggested the
coroner, who. though accustomed to
this same quiet philosophy in men Inc
women of that class. was nevertheless
strangely moved in this instance by the
expression of a fatalism that carried
In Its train such extraordinary conse-
QuenceS.
But Jim Baker. mildly astonished at
the c%oroner's insistence over SO obvious
a matter. explained meekly:
I'VE knew that Paul was dom we'll,
you see.' sir. e was hat splendidly
dressed when Emily and young Smith
seed i'm they was quite respectful like
to i'm. So we knew e vas all right"
And you never troubled any further
about your SOM"
I'VE 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 like u.s."
More calm philosophy not unmixed
with a delicate sense of pride this time,
and a sublime if unconscious vein Of
selfessness.
Well" rejoined the coroner, not I'M
kindly this time-the man who looked
80 IKE a beetle, who was so humble
n ~apologetic, compelled quite a GER
tain amour of regard-"we'n leave
that matter for the moment, Mr.. Baker.
Now will you tell the jury what made
you come to this court 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 son?""
Jim Baker by way of a reply plunged
n his thin hands in the pocket of his
shabby oat and drew out a portion of
very grimy newspaper carefully folded
up quite small. He undid the folds
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.
Il saw this he said, sin the Daily
Graphic yesterday. It's the picture of
Paul, / says to myself"
h coroner took the p from the
witness and laid it Town on the table,
glancing at it casually. There had
been innumerable portraits of the muir
dered mar published both in the morn
ing and the evening papers of yester-
day.
ITS Paul to the life" insisted Jim
Baker. Il was at my work, you I'M