The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1912-02-08

ly. there are some stories OF your sub
sequent career which I remember al.
together too we'll"
The girl did not need the sudden
look OF incandescent anger she saw In
Philip Cayley's face 20 turn tho sud.
den tide Of her sympathy toward him.
II was not for this old wrong of his
that they had summoned him. as to q
bar Of Justice. to the Aurora's deck.
but to meet the accusation OF the mur.
der Of Perry Hunter. Whether he
was guilty OF that murder. or not. this
raking up OF an old. improved ofYense
was q piece Of unnecessary brutality.
She could not understand how kind.
hearted old Tom could have done such
q thing. Thinking II over afterward.
she was able To understand q little
better.
| From behind Toms chair she could
see how heavily this blow he dealt
had told For one instant Philip Cay.
ley's sensitive face had shown a look
OF unspeskable pain. Then Il stifYen.
cd into a mere mask-icy: disdainfui
II was a moment before he spoke
When he did. II was to her. Il don't
know why this gentleman presumes to
keep his seat" he said. IL II is as n
precaution against blow, perhaps. he
need not let his prudence interfere
with his courtesy"
| He has Just met with an accident"
she said quickly. He can't stand
| No. Tom. SIT STILL" and her hands
upon his shoulders enforced the COM
mand
Cayley bowed ever so slightly. Il
suppose" he continued. that since
last night you also have heard the
story which this gentleman protests
he remembers so much too weil?''
Yes" she said.
AT that, he turned 20 old Mr.. Fan.
shaw: viii you tell me. SIR" he
asked. for what purpose was In.
vited to come aboard this yacht"
Tom spoke before his father could
answer-spoke with short. ugly
laugh. You weren't invited. You
were. as the police say. wanted"
BE quiet, Toni" his father com.
manded. That's not the way TO talk
to anybody"
Cayley's lips framed faint, satir.
ical smile; and again he bowed slow
ly. But he said nothing. and stood.
waiting for the old gentleman TO
go on.
This Mr.. Fanshaw seemed To find II
rather difficult to do. At last, how
ever. he appeared To find the words
he wanted When Miss Fielding gave
US an account. this morning. of the
strange visitor she had received last
night, we were-l was, at least--in.
clined to think she had been dream
Ing II without knowing H. To con.
vince me that you were real and not
vision. she showed me a material
and highly interesting souvenir OF
your call. II was an Eskimo throwing.
stick. Mr.. Cayley. such as the Alaskan
and Siberian Indians use to throw
darts and harpoons with. II happens
that I've had a good deal OF exper-
fence among those people, and that
know how deadly an implement It Is"
He made a little pause there. and
then looked up suddenly into Cayley's
face. And imagine" he continued
very slowly. that you know that as
well as ! do"
Cayley made no answer at all, but
II Mr.. Fanshaw hoped to nnd with
those shrewd eyes of his, any look
OF guilt or CONSERVATION In the pale
face that confronted him, he was dis
appointed.
Suddenly. he turned to his son:
Where is that thing that Donovan
brought aboard with him Just now"
he asked.
The bloodstained dart lay on the
deck beside Toms chair. He picked
II up and held II out toward his IA
Their. but the elder man. with a ges-
ture. indicated to Cayley that he was
to take It In his hand; then: Jeanne.
my dear" he asked. will you fetch
out from the cabin the stick which
dropped from Mr.. Cayley's belt last
night?"
When she had departed on the err
rand. he spoke to Cayley: You will
observe that the butt of this dart is
not notched. as II would have TO IN II
IL were shot from a bow"
He did not look at Cayley's face as
he spoke. but at his hands. Could II
be possible. he wondered. that those
hands could hold the thing with that
sinister brown stain upon 1.-THE stain
OF Perry Hunters blood-without
trembling? They were steady enough.
though. so far as he could see.
When Jeanne came out with the
stick, he handed that to Cayley also
You win notice" he said. that that
dart and the groove in this stick were
evidently made for each other. Mr..
Cayley."
The pupils Of Jeanne's eyes dilated
as she watched the accused man Mt
them together. and then balance the
stick in his hand. as II trying to dis
cover how II could be put TO so dead
ly a use as Mr.. Fanshaw had indi.
Gated. lie seemed preoccupied by
nothing more than a purely intel
lectual curiosity.
His GOODNESS seemed to anger Mr..