Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1913-03-27
By F. w. ROBINSON
CHAPTER III
RESPONSIBILITY

theater had been carried out on the
boards than this sudden death of
Noah Nash, the comedian.
Mr.. Kench was the first to break
The silence; everybody had waited
for him; he was stage manager.
He stood with his hands in his
empty pockets, and apostrophized
the dead man.
Poor NASH" he murmured. 81
didn't think you were so near the
end of it all, old boy, when you
stood four of Scotch over the way
just now, and we both drank good
luck to the benefit. Poor old boy, l
am sor-"
And Mr.. Kench grew very husky,
turned away his head, and walked to
the side wings, as though his part
was ended.
Meanwhile the actors and actresses
continued to stare at Noah Nash.
II wonder what on earth Kench
will dO?" remarked at last a stout
gentleman in long black ringlets and
a green cotton velvet Jacket very
much out of repair.
whats to be done, Mr.. LISA
mer?" said Mr.. Kench, returning to
my side. What's the next thing?"
''The case must be reported to the
registrar. There will be an inquest"
Cant you give a certificate?"
''I'm afraid [ can not"
"Ah! I suppose not" said Mr..
Kench. ''Well, we must pick him up,
and pack him back to his lodgings,
and-and-telegraph to his daugh-
ters. I suppose they'll come down
and bury him; Della will-that is, if
she can afford it. A good, sharp,
clever girl, Delia-something of her
fathers shrewdness in her. This is
a hard slap in the face for her-a
blow, sir"
"And for her sister?'
ooh, yes-most likely, I should
say. Although Hyacintha and her
father did not agree very we'll to-
gether. Rum girl, Hyacintha. She
takes after her mother, you know"
I did not know, but l said "In-
deed" by way of comment to this.
mot a bad sort either-but a dew
II of temper. Women do have tenn
pers sometimes"
Half an hour afterward, and Noah
Nash was lying very still and stark
in miserable little bedroom down a
narrow turning between the theater
and the quay, place much frequent
ed by the poorest class of fishermen.
Mr.. Kench did not leave me-Or | did
not leave Mr.. Kench-till the come
dian was lying in his own room.
Then we looked at each other, as If
to ask what was to be done next, and
who was to do it.
1t was no business of mine, and
Mr.. Noah Nash had been no friend of
mine; but the utter desOlateness of
the dead man seemed to impress me
strangely. The two daughters in
London-one clever, and one a Grip
ple-waiting to hear from him,
dreaming not of the calamity that
had occurred at Breymouth, perhaps
praying for him at that very mo-
ment, were all parts of my own
story. The two daughters of Dark
Street, what were they doing that
memorable night? l held the torn
scrap of paper toward Mr.. Kench,
who had become very thoughtful
within the last quarter of an hour.
''Is that where the Misses Nash
ltve?" 1 asked.
He took the paper from me, and
fumbled in both waistcoat pockets
with shaking hands.
ct cannot read without my glasses,
which 1 have mislaid somewhere.
Tut! tut! Where the deuce can /
have put them? Never mind" he
said, returning the fragment of pa
per to me; what does it say?"
"Ninety-nine Dark Street"
1.-THE girls have just reoysd ,kisare,
suppose was the answer. Noah
was speaking of their making a
change this evening"
where is Dark street,"
Somewhere in Camberwell, l
think Noah said; but deuced If I
quite remember"
cit will be necessary to telegraph
to the daughters.
yes" said Mr.. Kench, dolefully;
and his hands went involuntartly
into his breeches pockets again
1T is too late tonight. )"
THE first thing in the morning.
viii you see to this. Mr.. Lissamer?
If you wish
Mr. Kench jingled bunch of keys
in his pocket.
"Look here, Mr.. Lissamer, he
blurted forth. 81 may as well give
you the straight tip. Things are not
win ne what they seem. I'm UP a
trce-clcan stone-broke till Easter.
5awned every available and pawn
"b'0 article to meet the gas bill
v>n fly gold mounted eyeglasses;
that is why couldn't read just nov
that bit of paper. II I begin tele
graphing, / telegraph my dimes
away tomorrow. I would do any
thing If I could, but I can't"
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