The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1913-01-18

been OF the incident in the wood. In
cluding the finding OF the bullet
pierced piece of canvas. Every
thing. save only that Evelyn was the
discoverer of the portrait remnant
which | thought best under the cir
| cumstances to keep secret--was toid
| to him in detail, and with all the cir
cumstantiality necessary to an intel
| ligent discussion OF even the minutest
point.
My description Of Murphy elected
| from him a recollection. He remem-
bered having seen the man once. 1t
was on the Fourth Of July. Evelyn
and Mrs. Lancaster. Cameron's house
keeper. had accompanied Cameron to
what is called THE Port OF Missing
Men, resort for motorists, on the
summit OF Titicus mountain. They
| had lunched there and were returning
| by route which took them over a
succession of execrable roads, but
through some OF the most glorious
+, scenery in the whole state Of Con-
necticut. For a while they had been
following a stream. willow-girt, that
went babbling down over a rocky bed
which at intervals broke the waters
into a series OF falls and cascades. Al
the foot OF one Of these they had
stopped the car and alighted for
better view, and so had come upon
the unexpected.
Seated upon great bowlder. his
easel planted between the stones OF
the streams shadows, was a red
headed. red-bearded Colossus. in
soiled suit of khaki and a monstrous
straw hat such as is worn by harvest
ing farmers Cameron told me that
all three Of them made bold to peep
over the painters shoulder at his
work, and then, though 1t was OF the
most mediocre quality, to shower him
with laudatory and congratulatory
phrases.
Il can fancy how he thanked you"
l broke in. smiling. II suppose he
said something very rude"
He said nothing at all. He simply
stopped painting. and turning, fixed
his eyes upon me. 1t was as If he
saw no other one OF us. He seemed
to be making careful appraisement
of my every feature. After mo-
ment It grew embarrassing, and
though l did not resent it-feeling
rather that we, ourselves, had been
in the wrong-I very speedily with
drew To my surprise he rose from
his stone seat; and, palette and
brush in hand, followed US up the
little acclivity to the road, watching
in silence, until we got back into our
car, and wheeled away"
did you gather from his inspection
that he recognized you, or thought he
recognized your" I asked.
II gathered only that he meant to
be insufferably rude" was Camerons
answer.
And you have never seen him
since?"
| Never"
He has evidently seen you. He
spoke of the Russian wolf-hounds
that go about with YOU
Cameron made no response.
Well" l added, in a tone meant to
be reassuring, II think We need have
little fear of continuance OF this
singular method Of annoyance
Though We can't trace 1t directly to
Murphy and his unfortunate Mongoli-
an, thoroughly believe that one or
the other was responsible With the
Chinaman dead and Murphy in Jail,
the persecution will cease The threat
contained in the second letter will
never be executed. See II I'm not
right"
| My hope of putting Cameron at
ease, however. was not rewarded. He
continued to exhibit signs of an al
most constant apprehension. There
was. indeed, sympathy stirring
pathcs about the nervous disquiet OF
this man. usually SO impenetrably
self-contaiped And at moments, In
spite OF me, suspicion gripped and
held that he had not been entirely
frank: that somewhere in his past
there was something unrevealed
which might serve as a clue, If not
an explanation, to the present. But
these doubts of him were always
| transitory.
The twenty-first OF September fell
that year on Monday. My office de-
manded my presence. but l arranged
affairs as well as possible by tele-
phone and devoted the entire day to
Cameron. When l told him I meant
to do this he protested, pretending
that he was quite without foreboding;
while the unconscious tapping Of his
foot on the rug, even as he spoke, be-
| lied his words.
| We spent the better part of the day
golfing over the Apawamis links at
Rye, lunching at the club house be-
| tween rounds, for as a specific for
| nerves I have ever found that game
of rare benefit. In the present in.
stance it more than fulfilled my ex-
pectations. Cameron, apparently at
least, forgot everything save his de
sire to out-drive. out-approach, and
output me. And when it was over,
~ xx-ft ha