The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-11-23

nesses where I got 1t. Pm or. les my business to find the man with the :, pink necker''
 Evans nodded and swung or through 1he door.
 November looked at Sally. who ia he, sally2''
 Mrs Rone's pretty forehead puck cred into frown. ''Wbo?"
 ''Pink and grey pecker," said See gently.
 IA rush Of tears filled her red brown eyes.
 '.vaI Black has one like ebat. made 1t for him myself long ago"
 And he has rife Of some English make added November.
 Mrs Rone started ESQ he has, but never remembered that till this min utet' She locked back Into Joe's gray eyes with indignation NAnd he EEnokes Nugget aII right, too. ! know 1t. All the same, it isn't ValT'
 ssIt's queer them bits of worsted on the doornaiIs,s' 2 observed Joe judiciaiIy- Her color famed for moment ssWhy queerg He's been here to see m us more n once this time baelz- The nails might have caught his neck 2 CT any Qdys S0e EeEo1Deu.
 s1t's just possible" !" agreed NoTem- Der in an unconvinced cice.
 s'It can't be yaIIH lssk:ss sed Mrs Bone steadily. When we ere out Of sight and of earshot I turned to November.
 ssThe evidence against Black is pret- ty strong. Whats your notion P
 Cant say yet. I think we'd best join Evans; he'll be trailing the thief
 We made straight through the weeds toward the spot where the dogs body lay. As we walked tried again tO find out Joe's opinion.
 ..Bst the motive? Haven't Mrs. .R0ne and Black always been on good terms ?'s persisted.
 Joe allowed that was so and added, s.vaI wanted to marry her years ago"
 ssBut surely Black wouldn't rob her. especially now that he has his chance again, z
 ssThink not?'' said Joe. q wonderg' After a pause he went on: "But i5 .ain't hard to see what'n be Evans views on that. He'll say Vars scared of her growing too Independent. for she's made good So far with her traps and so he just naturally took q hand to frighten her into marriage. His case agin Val won't break down for want of motive
 ..one question more, Joe. Do you really think Val Black is the guilty man?'
 November Joe looked up with his quick. sudden smile ''It,II be a shock to Evans if he ain't said he.
 Very soon we struck the robbers trail and saw from a second line oe tracks that Evans was ahead of us fol- lowing it.
 Here the thief gOes. said Joe. ssSee! He's covered his moccaalns with deer skin, and here we have Evans tracks. He's hurrying, Evans is He's feeling good and sure of the msn he 8 after.
 Twice November pointed out faint signs that meant nothing to me.
 Here's where the robber stopped Co light his pipe See! There's the mark of the butt Of his gun between these roots. The snow's thin there Must "a had. q match. that ehap,Y he said after minute and, standing with his back to the wind, he made a slight movement of his hand.
 .sVyhat are you doing ?. I asked.
 Saving myself trouble He turned at right angles and began searching through the trees. aHere it is. HHng up Tn a Snag Seadog match ne uaeQ- Then, catching my eye, he went on; ssUnless he was a fool he'd light bis match with his face to the wind, wouldn't he? And most right handed men 'ud throw the match therebouts where hunted for it'' Well on in the afternoon the trail led out to the banks Of g wide and shallow stream, into the waters of which they disappeared. Here we overlook Evans. He was standing by the ashes 0f a dzP almost on the bank.
 He looked up as we appeared. sIhat you, Joe? Chaps took to the water, said the game warden, @but hell have to do more than that to shake me ol-''
 Chap made this, too@ inquired November, with a glance at the dead fire.
 Evans nodded. ''WaIked steady tiil he came ssere. Dunno what he iit the fire for. Carried grub, s'pose.'
 NO; to cook that partridge said Joe.
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