The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1912-07-23
w. q. Chapman.)


flukes of pearl. l sent the model
down on Wednesday; on the Friday
morning l received the order to pro-
coed with the work Early on the fol-
lowing Monday, as l read my paper
in cab on the way to Bond street.
| saw tremendous headline which
announced the Sudden and mysteri-
GUS disappearance of Lord Maclaren,"
The report said that he had left his
hotel on the Saturday afternoon to
walk. as the supposltion went to ST.
Peters. But he had never reached
Lord Cantiliffes house; and although
search had been made by the police
and by special coastguard parties. no
trace of him had been found
For whole week the press had no
other topic; the police telegraphed to
ali the capitals; reward of a thou
sand pounds was offered for knowl-
edge of Lord Maclaren, last seen up
on the East Cliff at Ramsgate at
three o'clock on the afternoon of Sat.
urday, the 9TH OF July"
The day fixed for the wedding now
drew near; and when the bridegroom
did not appear. the vulgar, who do not
believe scandals though they like TO
hear them, declared that the murder
theory was true beyond question. The
rest said that he was either bankrupt
or bigamist-and having consoled
themselves with the reflection, they
let the matter go. 1t is likely that
should have done the same had
not enjoyed a solution of the mystery.
which came to me unsought and acct.
dentally. On day near to that fixed
for the wedding was at Victoria sta
ton about eight o'clock In the even.
ing when l ran full upon the missing
nobleman; and for some while stood
, speechless with establishment at the
sight OF him. His beard was longer
than ever, recalling the tragedies OF
/ Killingworthe or of Johann Mayo; his
Dundreary whiskers were shaggy and
unkempt
'Ah. Sutton, that's you. is IT." he
cried. I'm glad to see you, by Jove
have you such thing as half-a-crown
in your pocket?"
l offered him half-a-sovereign. still
saying nothing; but he continued rap.
idly
You've heard all about it. OF course
what are they saying here now? Do
they think I'm dead man, eh?-but |
won't face them yet Upon my life.
dare not see soul. Come with me
to hotel; there's good fellow
but let's have cognac first; I'm shiv-
ering like child with a fever"
l gave him some brandy at bar.
and after that we took a four wheeled
cab-he insisting on the privacy-and
street, Strand. They did not know
4 him there, and / engaged a room for
him and ordered dinner, taking these
things upon myself, since he was as
! helpless as a babe After the meal
he seemed somewhat better, and I
| telegraphed to Ramsgate for his man.
though II was impossible that the fel.
low could be with him until the follow
Ing morning. In the meantime found
/ myself doing Wallets work for him
but had his story.
The complete explanation of this
mystery was one, think, TO astonish
most people. 1t was so utterly I'm.
looked for, that was led at the first
hearing to believe the narrator in.
sane. He told me that at three o'clock
on the afternoon of July 9Th, he had
left his hotel on the East Cliff at Rams
sate-the day being glorious, and q
full sun playing upon the channel and
many ships-and had determined to
walk over to st. Peters, where his
/ fiancee expected him to tennis
party. With this intention, he struck
along the cliff towards Broadstairs.
but had gone only few PAGES. when
seaman stopped him. and touching
his hat respectfully, said that he had
a message for him.
We'll, my man, what is it?" Mac.
laren asked had the dialogue from
the seaman himself-being in a hurry.
as those who walk the ways OF love
usually are.
My respects to your honor" re.
piled the fellow, but the ketch Bow.
cry moored of the pier-head, 'ud be
| glad to SEQ your honor II convenient.
/ and If not, maybe tomorrow"
What the devil does the man
mean?' cried his lordshlp, but the sea.
man plucking up courage continued
1 M pAh ~ ANNh VI your nom
or's for sure he is. my gunner, Abra.
ham Burrow, what you had the ao-
| quaintonce Of in New York city"
We'll and why can't he come
ashore? / remember the man perfect.
/ ly-I have every cause to"-a true 70.
mark, since Abraham Burrow then
owed the speaker some two thousand
| pounds; and had shown no unprin.
| cipled desire to pay IT,
The fact is. my lordship." replied
| the seaman whose vocabulary was
American and strange. the fact is
I he's tidy sick. on his beam ends. 7
guess with bronchitis; and ne won't
be OBTAINING you not as long as a bo
SUMS whistle % you go aboard, and DO
easin' OF hlnl"
Now although this comparatively
, Juvenile lover was IN a mighty hurry
To- get 90 So Peters. there was yet
% powerful financial motive 20 send
him To- the ship He had done bust
ness with this Abraham Burrow IN
America The man had-we won't say
swindled bat been smart enough
T there TO relieve him Of a couple OF
thousand pounds TO hope for the re.
coycry Of such q sum seemed as child
ish a3 sigh for the moon Maclaren