Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1914-05-07

are unmistakable, G Q. H., Georgian
Quinlan Hazen. Auchincloss will get
his money, and soon, will he not?
Answer me plainly, Harper. Such an
experience merits some reward. You
will not make difficulties?"
"I?" The lawyers query had a
strange ring to it. He glanced from
Hazen to Ransom, and from Ransom
back to Hazen, whose features had
now become more composed, though
they still retained their remarkable
paIlor.
IF the proof is positive" he then
went on. you assuredly can trust
both my client and myself to remem-
Der our promise to you"
''rThe coroner, you say, is satisfied?"
Yes, with the proof and my sworn
statement. He is obliged to be. No
one else, least of all himself, feels
any desire to go down to that whirl-
ing eddy for confirmation of my story.
And they are wise. | do not think
that any man with less experience
than myself could sound the depths
notes.-the swirl-the sense of being
sucked downtown in evc~-increasing
fury-but my purpose kept the life in
me- | was determined not to yield,
not to faint, till l had seen-and
proved"
Whats that?"
The CRY was from Mr.. Ransom. A
sudden gust of wind had torn it's way
through the room, fiinging the door
wide, and strewing the floor with fly
ing papers from the large stand in the
window.
Nothing but wind" said Harper,
half rising to close the door, but i'm
mediately sitting down again with a
strange look at Ransom. ''Let be-" he
whispered, as the other rose in his
turn to restore order. Keep Hazen
talking. It's important; imperative.
I'll see to the door,"
But it was the window he closed,
not the door.
Ransom, with that obedience natural
to a client in presence of his most
trusted adviser. did as he was bid,
and turned his full attention back to
Hazen instantly That gentleman,
upon whom the rushing wind and the
havoc It created had made little II
any impression, rushed again into
words.
1--WE led an adventurous life" he
declared, and, in the last few years
especially, passed through many perils
and experienced much awful suffer
ing. I have felt the pang of hunger
and the pang of biting despair; but
nothing l have ever endured can equal
the horror which be- 1uded my mind
and rendered powerlesN ny body as /
felt myself sliding from the sight Of
earth and heaven into the jaws of that
rapacious eddy, whose bottom no man
had ever sounded.
81 went in young-I have come out
old. Look at my nands-they shake
like those of man of ninety. Yet
yesterday they could have pulled to
the ground an OK"
"You saw Mrs. Ransom's body down
in that pool some fathoms below the
surface" observed the lawyer, after
waiting in vain for some word from
the shrinking husband. Wont you
particularize, Mr.. Hazen? Tell US just
how she was lying and where. Mr..
Ransom cannot but wish to know, diff
cult as he evidently finds it to ask
you"
"The coroner has the story" Hazen
began, with the slow, painful gasp or
the unwilling narrator. But I will tell
1t again; it is your right, the painful
duty which we cannot escape. She
was lying, not on the bottom, but in
a niche of rock into which she had
been thrown and wedged by the force
of the current. One arm was free
and was washing about; | tried to
clutch this arm as l went down, but
it eluded me. When / arose, the rush
and swirl of the water was against
! me and / felt my senses going, but
enough instinct was left for me to
snatch again at the arm as / passed,
| and though it eluded me again, my
| fingers closed Oh something, which |
was just conscious enough to hold on
to with frenzied grip. We have
( spoken of this thing-a little bag
| which must have been fastened to
| her side, for the end of it's connect
ing strap is torn away by the wrench