The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1912-06-29


command. "Co up stairs and verify
this story. Lieutenant King will re-
main where he Is until your return"
As young Dunn hastily left the room
I turned to meet the deep set eyes Of
his father.
"why didn't you so out that win
dow also?' he asked bluntly. "You
could probably have escaped"
EYES," answered. land you would
have believed forever that was the
murderer"
THAT wouldn't have hurt you any;
the killing of one OF the enemy by
scout In time Of war Is not considered
murder. Your army would have pro-
tected you"
1T am not that kind Of man, Judge
Dunn"
II don't know what sort you may
be-" he returned slowly. but in this
case II seems TO me you are either q
fool or wise knave. and there Is not
very wide difference between the
two. You evidently expect this volun-
tary surrender will clear you OF all
suspicion"
mo; II simply means ] intend to re-
main and face the suspicion The
man upstairs was killed by a knife
thrust; possess no knife. The one
who killed him dropped from the win
dow. leaving his bloody finger marks
on the sill, The morning will re-
veal bis imprint on the ground be-
meath. My act Is neither that of a fool
nor that Of knave: prefer being u
prisoner rather than to have this foul
crime charged against me-"
We must have waited there for ten
minutes. no one speaking. the judge
gazing full at me. az If were a pris-
oner before his court. the big frame OF
Donald completely blocking the door
way. Miss Dunn was crying softly.
and ] thought Jean was beside her,
but | did not venture to glance toward
them. Suddenly Calvert Dunn came
down the nall, holding In Ills hand q
lighted lantern.
Lieutenant Navarro Is lying dead In
Jeans ROOM" he said shortly. evident
~ striving to speak calmly. yet with
the throat with knife and npparent-
~ given little opportunity for defense.
as there are no evidences of struggle.
There Is a light still burning In his
own room. further down the hall. and
l believe Navarro was in there. seek
ing his revolver, when he heard some
noise In the front OF the house. caus-
Ing him 10 Investigate. The hidden as
sassin must have sprung upon him In
the dark"
''You found other evidenceY'
Comparatively little. There are
marks of blood on the sill of the open
window. not finger marks. merely
spiashes. The roadway Is below. ard
man dropping from that height
would leave no impress on the packed
ashes. found this knife In the
bushes. where 1t could easily have
been thrown from the window"
The full meaning OF all this burst
upon my. mind IN horror. Instead of
clearing me of suspicion. everything
tended rather 10 bind closer the chains
| Of guilt
| 10 you mean'-
IL mean this. Mr.. Lieutenant King
Of the Federal army" ana his black
eyes blaZed into mine with angry III
science. THAT you. aud Won only. are
the murderer OF Lucius Navarro"
| saw the fash OF II revolver In his
hand; ! felt the iron grip of Rig Donald
on me. ! struck ont recklcssly ut owl
threatening eyes felt the thud oe
my blow. heard the discharge OF his
revolver rs he went down. aud strlig-
gled desperately to break loose from
the grip or the giant who held me. re
was all the work OF n wild iuouIcnr
The next ! lay unconscious ON The tioor.
! came Ito myself confused by my
surroundings. but with mind compalf,-
lively clear. was lying on some
blankets In one corner OF the cellar.
Through a small barred window a bit
Of daylight streamed In. enabling me
TO perceive something OF the desolate
interior. My head throbbed from tile
blow that had felled me. and was
bound about with linen napkin.
D'opc Vi pc'spuduou Uedueu my IOTe-
head as thought of those accusing
facts pointing 80 directly toward me.
was held murderer; the word
seemed to burn into my brain rs
though formed Of ire: even Jean Dem
slow could believe IN me no longer
not with all that crushing evidence
dragging me down to infamy. Her
name fingered on my lips in dread rs
l bowed my head In my hands: then
some way IL came back as an inspira-
uon.
! sat staring into the darkest corner
OF the cellar. yet seeing nothing exc
cept the vision VI thar young girl -
her slender figure. her bright. earnest
face. her light Huffy hair. her gray
blue eyes shining beneath the long
lashes. She was my wife. my wife;
the law said 40. and yet could
scarcely persuade myself of the truth.
1t had never seemed very much to me
before. but IL did now. the blood ding.
ling through MY veins az the recollec-
ton returned. Perhaps she would
hate me II she knew; beyond question
she despised inc already; yet to me the