The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1913-03-27
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taneous. Soy, with a bullet in his abb
domen, fingered for three days. Dur
ing that time Miss Clement became
his sister confessor, and so there
drifted into our.~ possession a host of
facts which otherwise W. might never
have learned. Strange, uncanny crea-
ture that he was, he seemed to re-
pose the utmost confidence in the
gray, sweet-faced missionary, and fair
ly unburdened his s%in-charged soul to
her. Those of his fellow conspirators
that she promised to protect, she pro-
tected. Those that he believed to
have played him false, she protected
likewise. Her religion was one in
which personal justice has NJ dwell
ing. vengeance is mine, l will re-
pay" her Lord had admonished, and
to him she was content to resign the
problem of retribution.s
Had l been more familiar with the
Cameron town house and the town
habits of its master, justice probably
would not have been tricked out Of
having her way with two as lawless
wretches as ever infested a commu-
nifty. l should have known then that
one Of the drawers of that quaint old
rosewood secretary was the hiding
place of a 38-caliber Colt, and in all
likelihood have had it removed before
McNish was capable Of searching for
It. As it was, Mr.. Bryan took nj lit
tie blame upon himself for not hav-
ing been the first to discover it,
though to my mind he could hardly
be regarded as recreant in failing to
investigate a piece of furniture of so
Intimate a character.
The notoriety consequent upon the
murder and suicide was hideously in
ordinate. Inspired and stimulated by
the sensational press, which did not
hesitate to imply what it dared not
state openly, the currency of false
hood and misconception at one period
came close to being disastrous. AS I
had ~foreseen, the resemblance of Nc
Nish to Cameron, coupled with the
seemingly convincing fact that the
tragedy had occurred in the Cameron
town house, where the millionaire
was supposed to be conva1escent,
gave excuse for persistent iteration
Of a rumor that, in order to preserve
the fame Of a man regarded as above
reproach and at the anne time to pro-
tect the line of securities in which he
had been interested. the story OF a
confusing likeness had been invented.
No paper in the land would have
had the temerity to print this as a fact,
but again and again-silly and impos-
sible as it must have appeared to all
thinking persons-it was promulgated
by innuendo and embodied in more or
less weakly-worded denials.
AS a result Crystal Consolidated SUI
tered. Bonds and stocks alike sloughed
traction after fraction and point after
point, And our mouths were neces-
sarily closed upon the truth, since
that, If possible, would have been even
more damaging; for while we still
hoped, we could give no positive as
surance that Cameron. was yet alive.
Strangely enough, though the whole
1 Nollp a OCOA 4dhSO
~reportorially with a fne-tooth comb,
the kidnapping from the yacht had
not yet been so much as limited at, but
{ lived, daily, in mortal dread that 1t
would be brought to light at the next
journalistic hand-sweep. Accurate in.
formation as to Cameron's present
whereabouts was the news now most
eagerly sought not alone by the press
but by Wall street as well; our failure
to supply Though excused by US on
the ground that in his present nerv.
GUS condition, it was imperatively nee.
essary to keep him sequestered from
tnterviewers-was not u%nnaturally
arousing a suspicion that we did not
possess it to supply.
If, under the strain of the tragedy
and the brutal publicity which fol
lowed upon it, Evelyn Grayson had not
eventually succumbed she must have
been more than human. Bravely she
had borne up against a whelming sue.
cession of nerve-wrenching expert.
ences, refusing to entertain fear and
fighting valiantly against discourage.
ment, but heart and nerves have their
limit of endurance; and when, on the
third day, John Soy was gathered to
his yellow and white fathers, and a
more yellow than white evening jour
nal ventured, more boldly than had
been dared hitherto, to make the i'm
~plication to which I have referred.
Evelyn collapsed utterly.
AS chance would have it, I myself
came upon her, lying white, limp, and
unconscious on the library floor, with
the paper still loosely held in her
right hand. The sound of her fall had
carried to me family as I neared the
closed door, and a .misgiving born OF
intuition rather than of any more def.
mite cause had fastened my steps.
Having lifted her to 2 couch and
rung for her maid I at once set about
doing what I could to restore her to
consciousness. But her plight was NO
ordinary momentary faintness. Stub.
bornly she refused to respond to my
efforts, and those of the maid when,
after hours it seemed, she came, were
equally unavailing.
Alarmed. I called up DR.. Massey.
only to learn that he had gone to Bos'