Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1913-01-18

sought ner heart where it lay
clenched, the knuckles showing white
In the dim light
Mr.. Challoner watched her with d.
lated eyes. the spell under which she
spoke falling in some degree upon
him Had she finished? Was this all?
No: she is speaking again, but very
low, almost IN a whisper.
There Is music-a crash-but l
plainly see his other hand approach
the object he is holding. He takes
something from the end-the object is
pointed my way-I am looking into
into-whst? l do not know. I can
where he stood is empty. Everything
fades, and wake with loud cry in
my ears and a sense of death here"
She had lifted her hand and struck at
her heart, opening her eyes as she did
so. Yet It was not l who had been
shot," abe added softly.
Mr.. Challoner shuddered. This Was
like the reopening Of his daughters
grave. But he had entered upon the
scene with a full appreciation Of the
ordeal awaiting him and he did not
lose b calmness, or the control of
his judgment
BE seated, Miss Scott" he entreat-
ed, taking a chair himself. You have
described the spot and some of the
circumstances Of my daughters death
as accurately as If you had been there.
D. hav f,YT
count of those details in the papers;
possibly seen pictures which would
make the place quite real TO you. The
mind is a strange storehouse. We do
not always know what lies hidden
within IT"
That's true she admitted. But
the man! l had never seen the man,
was clearest Of all. should know it
II saw it anywhere. II is imprinted
on my memory as plainly as yours.
/ Oh, / hope never to see that mani"
/ Leaning toward her that he might
get her full attention, he waited till
her eyes met his, then quietly asked:
Have you ever named this man to
/ yourselfr'
- She started and dropped her eyes.
81 do not dare to-" said she.
''Why?"
Because I've read in the papers
that the man who stood there had the
same name as"
/ Tell me. Miss Scott"
las Mr. Brotherson's brother"
But you do not think it was his
brother?"
II do not know"
You've never seen his brother?"
Never"
Nor his picture?"
No, Mr.. Brotherson has none"
Aren't they friends? Does he new.
er mention Orlando?"
Very, very rarely. But I've nc
reason to think they are not on good
terms. ! know they correspond"
Miss Scott?"
Yes, Mr.. Challoner"
You must not rely too much upon
your dream"
Her eyes flashed to his and then fell
again.
Dreams are not revelations; they
are the reproduction of what already
lies hidden in the mind. l can prove
that your dream is such"
Howl" She looked startled.
You speak of seeing something be
ing leveled at you which made you
think of a pistol"
Yes, was looking directly into it.
But my daughter was not shot She
died from a stab"
Doris lovely face, with its tendei
lines and girlish curves, took on
strange look Of conviction which deep
ened, rather than melted under his In
dulgent, but penetrating gaze.
Il know that you think so-but m,
dream says no. / saw this object /
was pointed directly towards me
above all, ! saw his face. 1t was tn,
face of one whose finger is on the trig
ger and who means death; and | be
lieve my dream
Well, It was useless to reason furth
er. Gentle in all else, she was I'm
movable so far as this idea was con
cerned and, seeing this, he let tn
matter go and prepared 90 take hi
leave.
She seemed to be quite ready 70
this Anxiety about her patient ha'
regsined it's place in her mind, an
her glance sped constantly toward tn
door. Taking her hand IN his, he sal
some kind words, then crossed to tn
door and opened It. Instantly her IN
ger few to her lips and, obedient t
its silent injunction, he took up hi
hat In silence, and was proceedin
down the hall, when the bell rang
startling them both and causing hiE
TO step quickly back
who IL it?" she asked. Father
in and visitors seldom come 90 late.
Shall ] see?"
She nodded, lOoking strangely troT
bled as the door swung open. revea
ing the tall. strong figure Of a ma
facing them. from tho porch.
a ssrangeT, formed ftself upon he
hpe, and she was moving forward
when the man suddenly stepped int
the glare Of the light, and she stopped
with q murmur Of dismay whio
pierced Mr.. Challoner's heart an
prepared him for the words whic