Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1913-07-31

ana was adjusting the shades, and
asked him; DO you believe he's
asleepf" In the tone of n who de-
mands an oath.
"oh. yes. sir; he's sleeping nicely.
Mr.. Van Camp. saw the change the
moment / came in"
Aleck still hesitated to leave, fear
full. apparently. lest he might take the
blessed sleep away with him. AS he
stood by the bed, a low but distinct
whistle sounded outside. then, after
a moments interval, was repeated,
Aleck lifted his head at the first sig
nal took another look at James and
one at Hand, then light as a cat he
darted from the room and down the
stairs, leaving the house through one
of the tall windows in the parlor. Mr..
Chamberlain was standing near the
lilac bushes, his big figure outlined
dimly in the darkness.
Shut up!" Aleck whispered fierce
ly, as he ran toward him. Hes Just
got to sleep, Chamberlain; gone to
sleep, like a baby. Don't make an in,
fernal racket"
"Oh, / didn't know. Didn't mean
to make a racket" began Chamber
lain, when Aleck pumped into him
and shook him by the shoulders.
He's asleep-like a baby!" he re
iterated. And Chamberlain, wise com
rade, took Aleck by the Farm and
tramped him off over the hill to settle
his nerves. They walked for an hour
arm in arm over the road that lay like
a gray ribbon before them in the
night, winding up slantwise along the
rugged country.
Dawn was awake on the hills a mile
away, and by and by Aleck found
tongue to tell the story Of the night,
which was good for him. He talked
fast and %unevenly, and ven extrava-
gantly. Chamberlain listened and
loved his friend in a sympathy that
spoke for itself, though his words
Eel commonplace enough. BY the
time they had circled the fye-mile
road and were near the house again,
Aleck was something like himself,
though still unusually excited. Cham,
berlain mentioned casually that Miss
Reynier had been anxious about him,
and that all his friends at the big no
tel had worried. Finally, he, Cham
berlain, had set out for the old red
house, thinking he could possibly be
of service; in any case glad to be near
his friend.
And, by the way" Chamberlain
added, you may be interested to hear
that accidentally l got on the track
Of that beggar who ate the hermit's
eggs. Took a tramp this morning, and
found him held up at a kind Of sailors
inn, waiting for money. Grouchy old
party; no wonder his men shipped
him."
Aleck at first took but feeble inter-
est in Chamberlain's discoveries; he
was still far from being his precise,
judicial self. He let Chamberlain talk
on, scarcely noticing what he said,
until suddenly the identity Of the
man whom Chamberlain was describ-
ing came home to him. Agatha's
story flashed back in his memory, He
stopped short in his tracks, hating
his companion with a stretched-out
forefinger.
Look here, Chamberlain" be said,
| 1--WE been half loony and didn't take
in what you said. If that's the owner
or proprietor Of the Jeanne Dare
a man known as Monsieur Chatelard,
French accent, blond, above medium
size, prominent white teeth-we want
him right away. He kidnapped Miss
Redmond in New York, and I shouldn't
wonder if he kidnapped old Jim and
stole the yacht besides. He's a bad
one,
Mr.. Chamberlain had the air of hui
moring a lunatic. well, what's to be
done? Is 1t a case for the law? Is
there any evidence to be had?"
Law! Evidenced" cried Aleck.
Il should think SO. You go to Big
Simon, Chamberlain, and find out
who's sheriff, and we'll get a warrant
and run him down. Heavens! A man
like that would sell his mother!"
Chamberlain looked frankly skepti-
cal, and would not bulge until Aleck
had related every circumstance that
he knew about Agatha's involuntary
| flight from New York. He was all
for going to the red house and inves.
tigating Agatha herself, but Aleck re.
fused to let him do that.
shes worn out and gone to bed;
you can't see her. But it's straight
you take my word. We must catch
that scoundrel an6. bring him here fol
identihcation-to be sure there's nc
mistake. And If it is he, it'll be hot
enough for him."
Chamberlain doubted whether II
was the same man, and put up objec
tons seriatim to each proposition o.
Alexis, but finally accepted them all
He made a point, however, of going
on his c" asst alone.
"You go back to the red house ant
go to bed, and I'll round up Eggs.
think | know how the trick a b.
done"
Aleck was stubborn about atcom
panying Chamberlain, but the English
man plainly wouldn't have it. He toll,
Aleck he could do 1t better alone, an,
led him by the arm back to the oil
red house, where the kitchen doc
stood Hospitality open. Sallie was a
work - her pantry. The kettle wa
singing on the stove, and the mil
had already come from a neighbor'
dairy.
Sallie's temper may not have bee