The citizen., 1914-05-14

OF byplay; egad! They failed to con-
suit me But as for this wa-pa-tee-tah.
that chanced to be my business, al
though just now. and In the presence
OF the enemy, we will let the discus
sion 60 Diplomacy never reveals its
cards, and I have become more diplo-
mat than soldier. What am l then-a
prisoner"
saw him now clearly. and he must
have got his first fair glimpse OF me.
for he stared at my face In startled
surprise that, for the moment, held
him dumb. II was like looking at my
own reflection in a glass-the eyes. the
hair, the nose. the contour OF the face,
the massive figure. all alike the coun-
terpart Of my own. | would not have
believed. except for the witness OF my
own eyes, that such similarity was pos
sible. Even though fortified with sud
den impression that this was the man
for whom mademolselle had mistaken
me. the actual resemblance was SO
startling, as to leave me voiceless. We
would have passed for each other any
where, and yet as | stared at him.
meeting his eyes fairly. perceived a
difference. faint, elusive. yet notice
able enough-his skin showed marks
Of dissipation; there was a peculiar in
solent sneer to his mouth. and he
must be older than | by five years. My
mind seemed to grip all this in fash.
before his voice broke the silence.
odds life. man! and what's this!"
he roared. Some play acting. or
dream? Never before did know |
was born twin. Who are your"
The look on his face. as IL he half
suspected he saw ghost, made me
smile
my name is Hayward-Joseph Hay
ward"
He gasped for breath. his eyes fairly
protruding. as he staggered to his feet.
What! Say that again."
] had full control OF myself now.
rather enjoying his CONSERVATION.
81 am Joseph Hayward. answered
with grave deliberation- An ensign
IN the United States army. and a IA
tive of Maryland"
We'll. be hanged! Say do you
know that's my name also' Is this
some shabby joker"
There was a CLEAN OF anger In his
eyes. a threat. leaned on my rife.
and looked him in the face.
81 was better prepared for this meet
n I 4 han m
know who you are. It's an odd thing.
our resemblance. and the similarity OF
names. but | was told about you some
time ago"
"By whom"
"Mademoiselle DAuVray."
who? never met-oh. her!" with
a quick laugh. you mean the Wyan-
dot missionary"
IL mean the daughter of Captain
DAuyray," returned with some stern
ness. THE man the Indians call Wa
pa-tee-tah.' She mistook me for you"
"And was not very nice about II
little vixen will scarce
give me a word"
Possibly with reason"
"She told you sol She might be in
better business than advertising my
delinquencies among enemies. The
girl has just enough white blood in
her to make her act the fool"
I'VE may differ about that Anyhow
advise you to hold your tongue. What
! am Interested In learning now is
who killed her fatherf"
He started back. bracing himself
against the wall.
Tier fathsrl D'Auvrayf Is he dead
then,"
He was not acting: the surprise was
real; the expression OF his eyes con-
vinced me.
"You had no connection with the
murder"
I'll Good Lord. moi ! know moth
ing. man-not even how ! came TO be
here. woke up Just now. lying In this
corner with my face TO the wall. every
bone In my body aching. When inal-
ly managed to roll over. got glimpse
Of you there at the entrance, and sang