The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1915-02-19

M 1T is too late" she said hopelessly,
Now. what cock and bull story has
Alexander Blair told herr" Kent de-
manded Of his mind. How much does
she know or BOW little?"
The jar and forward lurch Of the car
before him brought him out of his rev
erie.
Can see you in Boston?' he asked
hurriedly.
She shook her head. Not now. I
can see no one. And, remember, l do
not even know you"
Kent cast about rapidly in his mind
as he walked along with the car for
some one who might be a common ac-
quaintance. He mentioned the name
of very great psychologist at Har-
yard. do you know him?' he asked.
Yes He is my mothers half broth
err
"And my valued friend he cried.
"May l get him to bring me?" He was
almost running now beside the win
dow.
YES" she assented, "if you insist.
But l will hear no word. of-of your
friend"
81 understand. Agreed" called Kent
Tomorrow morning then"
Kent went direct to Cambridge. He
found his friend one of the finest and
profoupdest philosophers of his time
sitting in a closed house over game
of that form of solitaire appropriately
denominated idiots delight"
SIT is long since you have done me
the honor to consult me-" said the
old scholar, smiling.
Kent outlined the case to him.
"You see," he said, there is an OBJ
vious connection between the unknown
body on the beach and the Blair trag-
edy."
Poor Marjorie!' exclaimed the old
man. "For her marriage l blame my
self largely. When Marjorie Dorrance
was left an orphan l was her nearest
relative of an age and position such as
to constitute a moral claim of guard
ianship. She visited here when she
was eighteen-came like flood Of sun
light into this house. A beautiful vivid
girl, half child, half woman; with a
beautiful vivid mind. When / return
ed from one of my journeys into the
past l found that Marjorie was en-
gagged to that wretched creature. Now,
he is dead. Let be. l have seen lit
| tie of her in late years. God grant
| the life with him has not crushed out
of her all her sweetness and happi.
ness"
"While 1 am no judge of women
said Kent judicially, Il should ven
ture to aver that it hasn't. But about
calling on her-my being a stranger
you see-and in the first days Of hel
widowhood- conventions, and
that sort Of thing"
"Mist and moonshine, my dear sir
Moonshine and mist! Marjorie feels
no grief. She will pretend to none
not even to herself. l will take yor
to her tomorrow"
"Blair i'll treated herr" asked Kent.
"Oh, i'll treatment That is a wide
term. l believe that the poor weak
ling did his best to keep faith ant
honor But ropes of mud are strong
Those with which he had bound him
self drew him resistlessly back to thu
sewers. Here was but marriage O.
glamor at best"
Does she know anything of tn
manner of Blair's death?'
mo one knows much of it, iron
what l understand, unless it be Alex
ander Blair. One of the family VIII
went to Hedgerow house for the flu
neral called upon me as courtesy du
to Mrs. Blair's nearest relative. Alex
ander Blair. he said, was reticent. Hi
dread of publicity is notorious. Blu
from what he, the relative, could as
certain the affair was substantial.
this: On the evening before the wo
mans body was found Wilfrid Blail
who had been exhibiting symptoms o
melancholia, left the house secretly
No one saw him go, but about tn
time that he left the unknown woman
was seen in the vicinity of Hedgerov
house."
"By whOm?"
"By half breed Indian, a devote'
servant of the family, who was praC
tically young Blair's body servant"
(To be Contuined)