Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-08-31

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della do"
"And he was taken?" he said, and
he strove desperately to make the say
ing completely colorless.
HE was; but he made his escape
again, almost at once. He is still a
free man."
Instantly the primitive instinct Of
Misrepresentation, the instinct Of the
hunted fugitive, sprang alert in the
listener.
"How can you be sure Of that?" he
asked, and in his own ears his voice
sounded like the clang Of an alarm
bell.
Again a silence fell, surcharged, this
one, with all the old frightful possibil-
tiles. Once more the loathsome fever
qrlickened the pulses Of the man at
bay, and the curious needlelike prick
ling Of the skin came to signal the re-
turn of the homicidal fear-frenzy. The
reaction of the normal racked him like
the passing Of a moral sickness when
his accusing angel said in her most
matter .of-fact tone:
"I know he is free: have it on the
best possible authority. The detec-
tives who are searching for him have
been here to see me-or, at least, one
Of them has,"
The hunted one laid hold Of the par
tial reprieve with mighty grip and
drew himself out Of the reactionary
whirlpool.
'Tt is an outrage. hope it is an
annoyance past
His companion leaned forward in
her chair and cautiously parted the
leafy vine screen.
Look across the street-under
those trees at the waters edge; do
you see him?"
Griswold looked and was reasonably
sure that he could make out the shad-
owy figure Of a man leaning against
one Of the trees.
THAT is my shadow" she said, low
ering her voice; "Mr. Matthew Brof-
fin of the Colburne Detective agency,
in New Orleans. He has foolish Idea
that I am in communication with the
man he is searching for, and he was
brutal enough to tell me so. What he
expects to accomplish by keeping an
absurd watch upon our house and
dogging everybody who comes and
goes, I can't imagine"
"You have told your father?' said
Griswold, anxious to learn how far
this new alarm fire had spread.
Certainly; and he has made his
protest. But it doesn't do any good;
the man keeps on spying, as you see.
But we have wandered a long way
from your book. I've been trying to
prove to you that am not fit to
criticise it."
mo; you mustn't mistake me. I
haven't been coming to you for criti-
cism," was Griswold's rather incoher-
ent reply; and when the talk threat
ened to lapse into the commonplaces,
he took his leave. Oddly enough, as he
thought, when he was unlatching the
gate and had shifted one of the newly
purchased automatic pistols from his
hip pocket to an outside pocket of the
light top-coat he was wearing, the
shadowy figure under the lake-shading
trees had disappeared.
1t was only few minutes after the
lingering dinner guest had gone when
the doctor came out on the porch,
bringing his long-stemmed pipe for a
bedtime Whit in the open air.
"You are losing your beauty sleep.
little girl" he said, dropping into the
chair lately occupied by the guest.
Did you find out anything more to-
night?"
The daughter did not reply at once.
and when she did there was a note of
freshly summoned hardihood in her
voice.
eve were both mistaken" she af-
firmed "Coincidences are always
likely to be misleading. I am sorry I
told you about them. He has certain
ly been a present help in time Of need
to Edward"
AS before. the good little doctor had
recourse to his pipe, and it was not un-
til his daughter got up to go in that
he said gently: zone other word, Char
lie, girl: are you altogether sure that
the wish isn't father to the thought
about Griswold?"
Don't be absurd, papa!" she said
scornfully, passing swiftly behind his
chair to reach the door; and with that
answer he was obliged to be content.
(To be Continued.)