Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1914-03-26
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Don't you remember the day we tied
two chickens together, leg to leg, and
sent them tumbling down the hill back
of old Wylie's barn."
Calf Hazen!" shouted the fellow,
thus accosted. 'Why, 1 thought
you"
Dead, Ell? Of course you did, So
did everybody else. But I've come to
life, you see. With sad marks of bat
tie on me-" he continued, dropping his
hand. "You all recognize me?"
eyes, yes" rose in one acclaim
from dozen or more threats after
moment of awkward uncertainty.
81 know the eyes, vigorously assert
ed one.
"And the voice." chimed in another.
How did it happen, Aft? What
took off your jaw"
"IIl tell you about that LATER" he
replied, after silence had in a measure
been restored. "What l want to say
now is this. Is it believable that
simultaneously with my own return
from the grave another member of my
family should reappear before you
from an older and much more certain
| burying? | tell you no. The riddle is
one that calls for quite another solu-
! ton and have come to assist you in
finding it."
Here he cast a sinister glance at
Ransom.
The latter met the implied accusa-
| ton with singular calmness.
amy assistance will be welcome"
said he, which will enable us to solve
this very serious problem"
Il will explain myself to you," said
Hazen, but not to this crowd And
not to you till 1 am sure of the facts
which as yet have reached me only
through the newspapers. Let me hear
a full account of what has transpired
here since you all came to town."
Follow me-" was the quiet reply.
| "There is room on this very floor
where we can talk undisturbed."
Hazen stepped after Ransom into
the small room where the latter had
held his first memorable conversation
with the lawyer.
Now" said he as the door swung
to behind them, plain language and
not too much of it. l have no time
to waste, but the truth about Georgian
I must know"
Ransom settled himself He felt
bound to comply with the others re-
quest, but he wished to make sure of
/ not saying too much, or too little.
Hazen's attack had startled him. It
revealed one of two things. Either
this man of mystery had assumed the
offensive to hide his own connection
with this tragedy, or his antagonism
was an honest one, sprjnging from an
utter disbelief in the circumstances
reported to him by the press and such
gossips as he had encountered on his
way to S1tford.
With the first possibility he felt
himself unable to cope without the
aid of Mr. Harper; the second might
be met with candor. He decided upon
candor at all costs. 1t suited his ma
ture best, and it also suited the
strange and doubtful situation. Meet
ing the latter's eye frankly, he re-
marked:
81 have no wish to keep anything
back from you. I am as much struck
as you are by the mystery of this
whole occurrence. l was as hard to
convince"
Then he told his story without sub
terfuge or suppression. One thing,
and only one thing, caused a move
ment in the set figure before him.
When he mentioned the will which
Georgian had made a few hours prior
to her disappearance Hazen's hand
slipped aside from the wound it had
sought to cover, and Ransom caught
sight of the sudden thrOb which deep
ened it's hue 1t was the one infalli-
Bile sign that the man was not wholly
without feeling, and it had sprung to
life at an intimation involving money
When his tale was quite finished, he
rose. So did Hazen.
Let US see this girl suggested the
latter.
It was the first word he had spoken
since Ransom began his story.
she is upstairs. L VIII go see
mo, we will go see. l particularly
desire to take her unawares."
Ransom offered no objection. Per
haps he felt interested in the expert
ment himself Together they left the
room, together they went upstairs. A
turmoil of questions followed them
from the throng of men and boys
gathered in the halls, but they re-
turned no answer and curiosity re-
manned unsatisfied.
Once in the hall above, Ransom
stopped moment to deliberate. He
could not enter Anitra's room unan-