Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-08-16

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ture silent, unmoved except when sht
bent her pale face to his ear ano
whispered. Then and then only he
would rise, shuffling from the saw
dust and stalk after her into the
night.
He never paid the slightest atten-
ton to us. Calls, caresses, threats,
left him unmoved.
? What is 1t you whisper into his
ear. LIP" we often asked, but she
would only smile and answer:
Ills name"
And so, as none of us knew his
name, we called him simply, "her
dog"
II had been two months now since
Lii was found on her bed with a pull
let in her heart and the dog lying
stolidly across one bare llttle Ioot.
And after we had dubbed together
and buried her, we were kinder 10
her dog. -,
Every night ne came gravely into
McManus's to lie down, just as he
had done when Lii sat there CHAT
ting with us.
Al first McManus was afraid that
the dog would "hoodoo the place,
but he left the silent brute undis-
turbed, and after while began to
grow fond of it.
AS / sat thinking of all these
things / heard the iron door creak
on it's hinges. McManus stood up,
saving: Here he comes, gents"
Her dog entered.
Lynde held out his hand and the
brute passed, and Penlow flung a
bone on the floor. The dog noticed
neither the caress nor the bone, but
lay down under the Ear and stretched
his great limbs across the. floor
signing heavily.
'There is one thing certain" said
Lynde, looking at the dog. "Tht
man who killed the girl was In the
habit of visiting her-and that dog
knew him."
II also believe the murderer was
1.-THE murderer" said Caithness
was her lover"
ut is strange" said I, that none
of us suspects anybody except Wah-
Wo."
why stranger" asked Caithness
Then he added impatiently: Yes
1t is strange. Do you think she would
have looked at Chinaman?"
1.-THE Chinaman looked at her; I
saw him. 1 replied.
After ALL" she was a common girl. +"
said Penlow unaffectedly, land I
guess pride cut no figure with her"
THAT Is where you lie" said CATH
ness in a low voice.
There was a dead silence. Then
Penlow said: did l understand you,
Caithness?"
rose and laid my hand on PEN
lows arm, which was twitchins
though his face was calm.
Are you crazy?" / said to CATH
ness.
II think I am" said Caithness
slowly. 81 beg your pardon, PEN
low"
Lynde turned his puzzled eyes from
Penlow to Caithness and lifted his
mug mechanically. Penlow straight
ened In his chair, but said nothing,
and [ leaned back motioning Nc
Manus to remove the covers
Lynde picked up a paper and ran
it through, unaffecterly searching for
his own matter; after a while Pen
low did the same.
l looked at Caithness, and he felt
my. eyes, for presently he moved a
little and passed his hand over his
sunken cheeks
What, What's qp?" asked. dropping my
"Nothing-why?
You look like the last rose OF
summer-you've got beastly cough
He smiled family. Its consump-
tion,' he said, 81 found out today"
stared at him stupidity.
Il don't mind" he said; I'm dead
sick of the whole business"
How do you know it's consump-
tion?" l asked at length.
81 went to three doctors to make
sure; tell you don't care"
Little Penlow was listening now
before / could speak again he leaned
over and took Caithnesss hand af-
fectionately.
Brace up. old boy" he said Ego to
California and get we'll"
"Chuch up your jobl Let the Con-
solidated Press go to the DEVIL"
urged Lynde.
Il have resigned" said Caithness
quietly. II thought I'd come around
tonight and say goodbye"
The dog shifted his position under
the bar and sighed again.
do you fellows know that I have
scooped?" said Caithness abruptly.
'Not-not the follow who shot LII"
faltered Penlow, who had thrown his
whole soul into solving the mystery
Yes-the murderer of Lily White,
said Caithness. In the silence could
hear McManus grinding his toothpick
in his yellow teeth.
I'm out of the Consolidated now,
continued Caithness calmly, ''the
scoop is yours if you want it, Pen
low"
"But-but you'-began Penlow.
'I?" said Caithness fiercely, "wha,
do / care for newspapers? What dc
I care who knows it now-what pape,
prints it first?'
Lynde leaned over the table, his
head in his hand; Penlows pipe weni
out.
did you never know, said Cath.
ness with touch of scorn in his
voice, that 1 also loved the girl? Dc
you think l am ashamed to confess
it? Do you know what / have beer
| through since she died? He'll? oh
yes, that's what they say in books
1t doesn't matter-Penlow, when vol
are ready"
| Penlow started. then CROPPED in hi.
| pocket for pencil and paper.
Il am ready, jack he said
This is the story" said Caithnesx