The Washington herald., 1912-02-18


from the hanson and pulled in deep
breaths of the heavy atmosphere, while
the color began to come back again
into his face and he ceased to resem-
bic a corpse.
To the union stationp he shouted
to the driver, as that individual peered
through the transom, aud we were soon
bowling along over the cobbles in the
direction of the steam railway. / felt
satisfied that my companion was fast
regaining his usual composure and that
hts nerve was returning, but he still
breathed heavily and said nothing. Ap-
parently he was lost in gloomy reflec-
ton, for his face was knotted into an
evil socowl and his eyes peered furtively
into the gloom.
Now, said I, when we had reached
the station, 1 must depart
You can't leave me, man. You
mustn't do So, said Tower. Don't you
see that I'm all upsetl Don't you
realize that | can't be left alonel Wait
until ! tell you what's the matter. See
me to my house and I'll explain the
whole thing to you. Come, man, don't
leave me now. ] need your companion
ship and you mustn't let me 60 home
alone
He spoke with so much feeling that
reconsidered my action, and when
the train sped from the station / was
beside him. When we arrived, at the
end of the hours journey, ! was still
in my position and willing to accom-
pany him to his house, for the very
loneliness of the fnancier appealed to
my tenderer nature and | felt truly
sorry for the fallen giant
"A trap was waiting for us and we
were soon speeding down a country
road into the darkness Of the night,
with wild wind cutting across the
fields, while the trees twisted and shook
with the force of the blast and the
window panes of the station wagon
ratified in their fastenings | could see
the coachman well swaddled in rubber
clothing, through the glass in front, for
the carriage lamps gave an excellent
light He bent forward to avoid the
driving air and the horse sped on at a
rapid gait. jolting the imperturbable
Tower, whose head hung dejectedly
forward as he gazed stolidly in front
of him like bronze idol. and making
me. feel uncomfortably like basket
ball.
Suddenly the horse stopped still.
heard the coachman talking gently to
his charge, with an urging intonation,
but the animal baked, reared, and re-
fused to move.
Whats the matter, Patrick? said
Tower, opening the side door.
Faith, MASTER, came the answer,
the devil has been in this mare liver
since yesterday. This is the third time
I've tried to git her by this place, sur,
and she bolts and rears livery tonne
She did this same yesterday, and in the
same place
Il had jumped to the ground, and
in a moment was at the mares head.
She was snorting with fear, so | walked
forward TO see what had frightened
her There was nothing in the road
absolutely nothing.
Come, little GIRL ! said to the
frightened animal, gently seizing the
rein near the bit. Come, what's the
matter with the little girl?' She was
quivering like an aspen and snorting
convulsively.
"As ! spoke, fierce gust of wind
swept across the road. which blew the
dead leaves in my face, and, when this
occurred, heard moan of anguish
near by, which sounded dreadfully
clear.
"The mare started to plunge, and
IdtTiCk SnOutCus
Faith, did ye hear that sound, SURF
That's what scares the mare, I've heard
il livery tonne, sur, for a week. It's
never ben as clear as now
Soho, my baby / said to my
charge, as ] led the pldnging horse up
the road, and when / had piloted her
by the two trees on the right, which
were trembling audibly in the wind, she
quietted and stopped her snorting. See
ing that she was now no longer fright
ened, jumped into the carriage, and
we we're off again without further ado.
Soon we ratified down the roadway
that led to Towers splendid home.
"Newgate Farm was a low, rambling
building and looked comfortable. A
circular driveway led 10 the front door,
which was tastefully planted with thick
trees and shrubbery at the borders.
This | could see in spite OF the gloom
When we had arrived at the brilliantly
lighted doorway and had Nyalkad into