The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1915-01-15


the place. No wonder"
There's one thing they haven't
changed. the private buryin' plot"
Family"
"Hogg's there. all right, an never a
parson in the countryside dared to
speak to God about his soul. when
they laid him there. His nephew, too
that was as black hearted as himself.
But the rest of the graves has got no
headstones." 1
''SlaveS?"
Them as he kept for his own serv-
ice an killed in his tantrums. Nobody
knows how many. You can see the
bend of the creek where they lie, from
the road and the old willows that lean
over EN-"
Cheerful sort of person the late Mr..
Hogg seems to have been. Any relics
of his trade in the house?'
Relies? You may say so. His old
pistols and compasses. guns, nautical
instruments and the loaded whalebone
whip that they used to say he slept
with. They've got EN- hung on the
walls now for ornyments. Ornyments!
If they'd seen 'em as I've seen 'em,
they'd sink the dummed things in a
hundred fathom O clean sea-"
'Sailor Smith was cabin boy on one
of the old Hogg fleet one voyage" ex-
planned Elder bennett.
God forgive me for itr' said the old
man. There they hang, and with 'em
the chains and
Isn't that lamp finished yet?" de-
manded Kent, turning sharply upon
Elder bennett.
Having paid for it. with something
extra for his curtness, he led the sea-
man out of the place.
you We're going to say and hand
cuffs weren't you?" he inquired.
"Why. yes. What of that?' asked
the veteran. puzzled. Suddenly he
brought his hand down with a slap on
his thigh. Where was my wits?" he
cried. Them irons on the dead wom-
ans wrist! I knew I'd seen their like
before! Slave manacles! They must
"a come from Hogg's haven"
very likely. But that suspicion had
better be kept quiet at present"
Aye, aye, sir" agreed the other.
more devilment from the old haven?
A bad house-a rotten bad house"
Yet I've a pressing desire to take a
look at it, said Chester Kent musing-
ly. "Going back to Annalaka. Mr..
Smith? I'll walk with you as far as
the road to Mr.. Sedgwick's."
| Freed of the veterans company at
the turn of the road, Kent sat down
and took his ear in hand to think.
Miss Dorrance." he unused, Mario
RE Dorrance. What simpler twist for
nickname than to transform that
into Marjorie Daw? Poor Sedgwick!'
At the Nook he found the object of
his commiseration mournfully striving
to piece together. as in a mosaic. the
shattered remnants of his work. Sedg-
wick frightened at his friends APP
proach.
For heavens sake come out and do
me a couple of sets of tennis"' he be-
sought. I'm no sport for you. know,
particularly as my nerves are jumpy,
but | need the work"
Sorry. my boy" said Kent. but
I've got to make a more or less polite
call. People named Blair. Ever know
emp
Used to know a Wilfrid Blair in
Paris" said the artist inditferently.
what kind of person was hep
An agreeable enough little beast
but a rounder of the worst sora Is he
the man you're going to see!"
NO such luck" said Chester Kent
II never expect to see Wilfrid Blair
Probably shan't even be invited to
his funeral"
"Oh. Is he dead"
His death is officially expected any
day"
With which words Kent stepped out
and into his waiting car.
After departing from the Nool
Kent's car rolled along beside Sunday
mans creek sedately enough until Il
approached the wide bend, where Il
INDUCED in bit of pathfinding across
the country. and eventually crept int
the shade of clump of bushes anC
hid. Its occupant emerged and wen
forward afoot until he came in view
IF Hedgerow house. At the turn OF
the stream he leaped fence and made
mis- way to group of willows beneath
which the earth was ridged with little
mounds. Professor Chester Kent wa:
trespassing. He was invading the ter
ritory of the dead.
From the seclusion of the graveyard
amid the willows fair view was af
forded of Hedgerow house. Grim a.
; was the repute given it, it presented
to the intruder an aspect of homel.
hospitable sweetness and quaintness
Tall hollyhocks lifted their flowers t.
smile in at the old fashioned windows
Here and there on the well kept law
! peonies glowed. crimson and white. 4
; great, clambering rose tree had throw
its arms around the square porch
softening the uncompromising angle
into curves of LEAKAGE and bloom
) Along tue paths pansies laughed a
the sun, and mignonette scattered 1t
= scented summons to bee and butter