The Miller press. [volume] (Miller, S.D.) 190?-current, 1913-07-03
CHATTER IIL.- Continued.

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On the instant his brain became ac-
tive again. 1t did not take long, as a
matter OF fact. to find the car; though
when he stumbled on 1t. turned about
and neatly slowed away close beside
the partitioning wall, he gave a start.
II was such a tangible evidence OF
what had threatened to grow vague
and unreal on his hands. He squeezed
himself into the narrow space between
It and tie wall, finally thrusting his
head under the curtains Of the ton
neau.
1t was high and dry. empty as last
years ~cockleshell. Not q sign OF life.
not a loose object of any kind except
q flmy thing which Hambleton found
himself observing th~oughtfully. At
last he picked II up-a long. mistlike
we'll. lie spread 1t out, held 1t gin
geriy between q thumb and finger OF
zach hand, and continued to look at
Il abstractedly. Part OF 1t was clean
and whole. dainty as only a bit OF
woman's finery can be; but n end
OF Il was torn and twisted and
stretched u OF all semblance to It.
self. Moreover, II was dirty. az II 1t
had been ground under a muddy heel.
1t was, Ia its way. q shrieking evil
dence OF violence. OF unrighteous
struggle. Hamblston folded the scarf
carefully. with It's edges together. and
put II In his pocket.
Jimmy's actions from this time on
had an incentive and q spirit that had
before been lacking. He noted sgain
the number OF the car. and returned
70 the edge OF the dock to observe the
yacht. She had steamed up river q
little way for some reason known only
20 herself, and was o turning very
slowly. She was but faintlylighted and
would pass for some pleasure craft Just
coming home. But Jim knew better. He
could. at last. put two and two togeth-
or. He would follow the Face-in-
deed, he could not help following 1t.
In him had begun that divine expert
ence Of youth-of youth essentially,
whether it come In early years or late
--of being carried off his feet by a
spirit not himself. He ran like a
young athlete down the dock to the
nearest workman. evolving schemes
rs he went.
The dock-hand alphabetically trun-
sled a small keg from one pile OF
freight to another, wiped his hands
On his trousers, took a dry pipe out
Of his pocket. and looked vacantly up
The river before he replied to HANDLE
lonsa
Queer n~ame-Jene Dark they call
her.
Ii was like pulling teeth to get an
formation out OF him. but jim applied
the forceps.
The yacht had been lying out In the
river for two weeks or more. possibly
less: belonged TO foreign parts; no
pne thereabouts knew who its owner
was: nor Its captain; nor its purpose
In tia harbor Of New York. At last.
quite grafuitously. the man volun-
teered q personal opinion. "Slippery
boat In q gale-wouldn't trust her."
Hambleton walked smartly back.
haking a look both at the yacht and
he motcr-car as he went. The yachts
nose pointed toward the Jersey shore;
he car was creeping out of the dock.
A. he overlook the machine, he saw
hat It was in the hands Of a mechanic
IN overalls and jumper. In answer
b Hambteton's question as to the
owner OF the car. the mechanic told
him pleasantly to go to the devil. and
br once the sight OF a cola failed to
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