The Huttig news., 1913-03-15
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He smiled al her fearS, but gave in 10 her humor: he would see her soon again snG possibly learn something which would amply repay him, both for his trouble ana his patience.
 But when evening came and she turned to face him ir that little sit lowed her, he was conscious of a change in her manner which forbade these high hopes.
 .I don't know what you will think of me-" she ventured at last. motion ing to a chair but not sitting herself. You have had time to think over what 1 said aud propa biy expect s9me- thing real-something you could tell people. But t isn't Ike that It's feeling-a belief. I'm sc sure-''
 Sure of what, Miss Scott?"
 She gave glance at the floor be- fore stepping up nearer He had aet taken the chair sac pr3fared
 Sure that l have seen the face of the man who murdered her It was in a dream, she wnisper'Dely c9n.piet- ed, Ter great eyes misty with awe.
 A dream, Miss Scctt?" He tried to hide his disappointment
 Yes; l knew that 1t would sound foolish to you; it sounds fooash to lae. But listen. sir. Listen to what have to tell and then you can judge. w3s very much agitatcd yesterday. l had 10 write a letter at Mir. Brctherson's dictation-a letter to her. You can understand my horror and the effort l made to hide my emotion. I was. quite uDnerved. l could not sleep Jill morning, and then--and then saw -I hope I can describe it.
 Grasping at nearby chair. she leaned on it for support. closing her cyes to ali but that inner vision. A breathless moment followed. then she murmared in strained monotunous ones:
 T see it again--iust BE I saW 1t in the early morning-but esen more plainly. 1T that is possible 4 hall T should cgll 1t hall, though l don't remember seeing any piace like it be- forel, with little staircase at the side, up which thcre ccmes man. Whc stops just at the top and ieoks lntently my way. There is iereenees in his face--a look which means TO good to anybody and as his haud goes to his overcoat pocket. drawing cut something which l cannot de- scribe. but which na handles as if it were pistol, l feel a horrible fear. and-and--" The child wss staFger- ing. and the hand which vas free had sought her heart where it lay clenched, the knuckles. showing white in the dim light.
 MT. Chelloner watched her with di- l lated eyes, the spell under whict. she spoke falling In some degree npoa him. Had she finished? Was this all? No; she is speaking again, but very l low, almost In whisper.
 "There is music-a erash-bnt i plainly see his other hand approach ! the object he is holding. He takes something from the cnd-the object is pointed my way--I am looking into into--What? l dc not know. 1 c T. not oven see him now. The sps @ ] where he stood is empty. Everythi9g fades, and I wake with loud cry in my ears and g sense of death here .'' She had lifted her hand and struck at her heart. opening her eyes as she did so. Yet il was not I who had been shot" she added softly.
 MT. Challoner shnddcred This was lr tln f,f hi ,t grave. But he had entered upon t..e scene with q full appreciation of the ordeal awaiting him and ne did not lose his calmness, or the control of his judgment.
 'He seated. Miss Scott" he entreat- described tbe spot and some af the circumstances of my daughters death as accurately as if you had been there. But you have doubtless road fnIi ec- count of those details in the papers; possibly seeh pictures which would make the place quite real te you. The mind is a strange storeh ause. We do not always know what lies hidden within it."
 That's true" she admitted .Bgt the man! l had never seen the man. or any picture of him. and lis face was dearest of all. l shonld know it if l saw 1t anywhere. IL is imprinted on my memory as plainly as yeurs. Oh. l hope never to see that man,"
 Leaning toward her that he might get her full attention, he waited ill her eyes met his. then quietly asked:
 Have you ever named this man to yourself?'
 She started and dropped her eyes.
 T do not dare to-" said she.
 "Why?"
 Because I've read in the papers that the maL who stood there had the same name as"
 Tell nc. Miss Srntt"
 As Mr. Brotherson's brother'
 "pgt you do not think 1t wss hia brother?"
 'I dc not know
 You've never soon his hrother?"
 Never"
 Nor his picture?"
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