The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-06-20
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one thing she was painted badly, and the precipitation, running down her forehead, had made her a sight. Yet don't know. Her voice was that of a cultivated person Her manner was awkward and her dress weird for that time of day, and for all that she car ried herself like a person accustomed to some degree of consideration. That I felt quite plainly. I felt, too, some thing uncanny about her. Her eyes alone would have produced that i'm pression- They were peculiarly rest less and brilliant
 sInsaneg' questioned Kent.
 ssNot wholly sane, certainly. But it might have been drugs. That suggest cd itself to me" M ~A possibility Proceed"
 ssShe asked what point of the head land gave the best view. Anywhere from the first rise on is good said Tt depends on what you wish to sec 16S ship coming in,' she said. Tt will De fair view, them told her. This Is a coast of guardian reefs What dimerence9' she said, and then gave me another surprise, for she quoted: stAnd. though thy soul sail leagues and stiu leagues beyond those leagues there is
 more sea"
 That's interesting" remarked Kent Casual female vayfarers aren't given to quoting The House of Life.'
 'sNor casual ships to visiting this part Of the coast However, there was no nh1p. I looked for myself when I was trying to find the woman later. What are you sn1iling at?''
 Nothing. Pm sorry interrupted" ssShe walked away from me few
 .l-+ r.J- once"
 T follow my star she said, point ing to a planet that shone low over the sea Therein lies the only true hap piness-to dare and to follow. Renem- Der this meeting she said in tone of solemn command, for it may mark an epoch in your life Some day in the future may send for you and re- call today to your mind by what I have just said In that day you will know the hidden things that are clear only to the chosen minds. Perhaps you will be the last person but one to see me as I now ann"
 Kent pulled nervously at the lobe of his ear. 'sIs 1t possible that she fore saw her deathT he murmured.
 tsIt would look so, in the light of what has happened, wouldn't it? Yet there was an uncanny air of joyous ness about her tOO-
 ssI don't like it, announced Kent. sI do not Ike itr'
 By which he meant that he did not understand it What Chester Kent does not understand, Chester Kent re- sezats. Love snair. perhaps g suggested the artist "A woman fin love will take any risk of death. However, he add cd, rubbing his bruised head reminis- gently. '.she had a very practical bent for romantic person After her mys- terfous prophecy she started on. called to her to come back or would follow and make her explain herself''
 @As to whAtT'
 EveEyth1ng-her being there, her ac- tAcna. her-her apparel, the jeweIry, you know, and all taat''
 You've said nothing about jeweI1y.'' 2 ~Ha~m't IT We'll. when She turn ed'- -9ust . moment Was 1t the jewel y that you were going to speak of when you first accosted herF'
 @Yas, it was Some of it was very vntuables I judge Wasn't it found on the boayT'
 %NoS
 ''N0t7 ,. Robbery, then, probably. Well, she came back at a stride Her eyes were alive with anger There came q torrent of words from her strong words; too. Nothing of the well bred woman left there. I insisted on knowing who she was. Before could guard myself she had caught up rock from the road and let me have it. I went over like tenpln. When got up she was well along toward the cliffs, and I never did find her trail in that maze of copses and thickets"
 ~ShoW me your relative positions when she attacked you"
 The artist placed Kent ands moved oR i've paces- About like that" he said
 'Dsd she throw overland Or under handr'
 '1t was so quick l hardly know. But should say a short overland snap It came hard enough"
 'T do not like it at all," said Kent again
 ~Kou say that no jewels were found on the body. Was there any other mark of identihcation?"
 elf there was the sheriff got away with it before I saw it."
 ssHow can you be sure, then, that the dead woman was my visitor?"
 asDennett mentioned a necklace. On xhe crushed flesh of the dead woman's neck there is the plain impress of a 1GWei sSLuug- NOWs COAnS, 0euBWlck, if Pm to help you in this you must help me. Had you ever seen that neck lace before7"
 '-Yes. was the reply, given with ob- vfoxs reluctance
 asWhere1''
 nOn the neck of the girl of my pic ture-''
 Rents fingers went to his ear, pull zn~ af the lobe rnfif that unoffending pendant stretched like rubber. You're Burege he asked.
 aThere couldn't be any mistake. The msmnn waFm matched rose topaBas.