The Detroit times., 1913-03-18
CHAPTER xl.
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n "There's one thing they haven I |
changed. the private buryin-piot.
"Family:'
T Hogs there. all right an never
h = parsOn In the countryside dared 10
speak TO God about his soul. when
they laid him there. His nephew, too,
4 that was as black-hearted as himself.
But the rest OF the graves has got
no headstones."
Slaves"
Them as he kept for his own ser
vice an killed in his tantrums. No
body knows how many. You can see
the bend OF the creek where they lie.
from the road. and the old willows
! that lean over EN-
cheerful sort OF person the late
Mr.. Hogg seems To have been. Any
relies OF his trade in the house,"
Relies? You may say so. His old
a pistols, and compasses guns, naUticN
Instruments, and the loaded whale
bone whip that they used 10 say ne
slept with. They've got EN- hung on
the walls now FOR orryments. Orny-
menis, Ii they'd seen EN- as I've
eeen EN-, they'd sink the dummed
things in hundred fathom O clean
sea-
Sailor Smith was cabin-hoy on one
y OF the old Hogg feet one voyage, eX-
planned Elder bennett
God forgive me for IT," said the
old man. There they hang; and with
'em the chains and"
isn't that lamp finished yet9" de-
manded Kent. turning sharply upon
Elder bennett.
Having paid for it--With something
extra for his curtness-he led the sea-
man out OF the place.
You were going 70 say and haffti-
cuffs weren't you9" he inquired.
..sWhy, yes. What OF that" asked
the veteran, puzzled. Suddenly he
R thought his hand down with slap
on his thigh. Where was nv wits?
he cried Them irons on the dead
woman's wrist knew Id seen their
I Ike before Slave manacles, They
must "a, come from Hogs Haven
VERY likely. But that suspicion
had better be kept quiet. az present.
AYE, aye. SIR agreed the other.
more devilment from the old Haven
A bad house---a rotten bad house,'
yet I've a pressing desire TO take
q look At it," said Chester Kent mus
ingly. ..Going back to Annalaka, Mr..
Smith. I'll walk with you as far as
the road to Mr.. Sedgwick's."
Freed of the veterans company ar
the turn of the road. Kent sat down
and took his ear In hand, TO think.
Miss Dorrance." he unused. Mar
jorie DOrrance. What simpler twist
for nickname than TO transform that
into Marjorie Daw? Poor Sedgwick
At the Nook he found the object or
his confederation mournfully striving
to piece together. as in a mosaic, the
shattered remnants of his work. Sedg-
N wick Frightened at his friends APP
proach rS~
For heavens sake. come out ana
do me couple of sets of tennis" he
Oesought. I'm no sport for you,
n know, particularly as my nerves are
jumpy:a but L need the work"
Sorry, my boy said Kent. but
I've got to make q more or less polite
call"
Didn't know you had friends in
Z THIS part or me world, said Scdr-
\ wick in surprise.
"Oh, friends" said Kent rather dis
Ig paragingly. Say acquaintances. Peo-
pie named Blair. Ever know 'em?"
FUSED to know Wilfrd Blair in
Paris" said the artist indifferently.
What kind Of person was he
IAN agreeable enough little beast;
X but a rounder of the worst sort.
won't go so far as to say that he
shocked my MORAL sense in those
/. days; but he certainly offended my
sense of decency. He came back to
America, and lost track Of him. IL
he the man you're going to see"
mo such luck" said Chester Kent.
II never expect 10 see Mr.. Wilfrid
Blair. Probably ] shan't even be In.
K vited to his funeral
4. "Oh, Is ne dead?"
Ills death is officially expected any
n day"
Sedgwick examined his friends ex.
preston with suspicion. Officially?
Then he's very ILL.,
mo. he isn't III at ALL
Don't you think you overdo this
business Of mystificaton sometimes, /,
q Kent"
Merely well-meant effort" smiled !
the other, ito divert your mind from !.
your own troubles-before they get |
any worse
d With which cheering farewell Kent /
stepped out and into his waiting car. !