Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1913-06-12

easy TOT MIN TO see anything. And
yet | had seen him, dark as it was;
as he leaned out he was distinguish
able: there was an unmtstakable
semblance of shirt sleeves, I recollect-
ed, and the face of the watcher was
whittier than his shirt-a luminous
unearthly kind of face, as though
light from the room within had
thrown a greenish CLEAN upon 1t.
And that face was in my own room
now, along with Hyacintha's.
Was l imagining all this? Why
had I not been struck with it in
Dark Street." or warned by it to go
back at once to warn others in their
turn from a house of danger? Why
had I come home in this listless,
apathetic fashion, and only been
seized with nervous apprehension
after I had let myself into my house,
and met these faces here?
1t was Nan Matherway who found
me sitting in my chair dressed as I
had come in half an hour previously.
'Lor' bless us and save us! you
haven't been gone and took i'll again,
Mister Arthur, surely?" she ex-
claimed
mo, no, Nan; I hope not. A sud-
den faintness; it is passing away"
you've begun hard work too
soon, you know you have" she said,
shaking her motherly old head at
me. Shall [ get you some brandy?
Will you put your feet in mustard
and water? Will you"
II am all right now" said; and
to prove my assertion [ took off my
hat and great coat, from the pocket
of which fell Tracey's little volume.
I picked it up, and put it in its place
in an open bookcase of medical
works which filled a recess by the
fireplace l made myself alert and
busy. I felt that I had come back to
my old matter-of-fact life, that Nan
Matherway had broken the spell, and
set all my nervous illusions, faces
and all, flying out of the room.
What have you got for supper,
Nam" l asked. and the question put
my housekeeper at ease.
I'm a-coOking you a SOLE"
That's right. I hope it's a large
one,' I said; and Nan Matherway ex-
planned it was a beauty, and bought
at a bargain in the WalwOrth Road
and quite fresh-the latter fact be-
! ing necessary to establish confidence
| in my mind, as in the matter Of
South London fish I was in Mans
opinion trifle too particular.
You're a-suffering from empti-
ness, lad" she said "Pll see to
| this" -
When she had gone away to pre-
pare supper for me, under the firm
conviction that I had returned home
in most famished condition, some
of the troublous thoughts came back,
if not with the old intensity. was
beset by many questions, self-im-
posed. Was the man in the upstairs
room connected with the warning
given me by Hyacintha Nash? Was
| he dangerous? Was he in some mys-
| terious way connected with the
Nashes, and their fitting from Step
ney to Camberwel? Was he in hid
ing with the two sisters, who had
owned that their chief object was
concealment? Was there any link
between him and them? Why was
/ George Fairfax in particular to be
warned not to visit the sisters? Why
was I constituted the man, in my
turn, to warn him of the risk he ran?
When Nan Matherway reappeared
with the supper-tray-she was gen
eral servant as well as housekeeper
and friend in those impecunious days
she glanced critically at me again
"You look worried, Master Arthur
STILL" she said.
"Ah! that's fancy, Man." I said
when did George Fairfax take away
his portmanteau?
Almost as soon as you went out
of the house-he was In one of his
ihamper-scamner moods and haa"'. :
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