Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-09-03

appreciation of the nocturne In blue
stippled with green and red and count
less yellow lights. But Achilles In his
tent was no moro conspicuous absen
tee than Cazalet in his cabin 40 the
Kaiser Fritz steamed sedately W
Southampton Water.
He had finished packing; the state
room door was impossible with the
baggage that Cazalet had wanted o.
the fve-weeks' voyage. There wa
scarcely room to sit down, but in What
there was sat Cazalet like soul IL
torment. All the vultures Of the night
before, Of his dreadful dream. and Of
the poignant "reminiscences to which
his dream had led, might have been
Enawing at his vitals IS he sat there
waiting to set foot once moro in the
land from which . bitter blow had
driven him.
Yet the bitterness might have been
allayed by the consciousness that he
at any rate, had turned 1t to account
1t had been. indeed. the mailing Of
him; thanks to that stern incentive
even some of the sweets Of . deserved
success were already his. But there
was no hint Of complacency In Casa
let's clouded face and heavy attitude
His face was pale. even In that tor
rid zone between the ATTITUDES protect
ed In the bush by beard and wide
awake. And he jumped to his feet II
suddenly as the screw stopped for the
first time. The same thing happened
again and yet again. Is often as ever
the engines paused before the end
Cazalet would spring up and watch hii
stateroom door with clenched fists and
haunted eyes. But 1t was some long
time before the door few open. anG
then slammed behind Hilton Toye.
Toye was in state of excitement
even more abnormal than Cazalet'.
nervous dependency, which indeed i,
prevented him from observing. 1t was
instantaneously clear that Toye was
astounded, thrilled, almost triumphant
but as yet Just drawing the line al
that. A newspaper nuttered in his
hand.
Second sight%' he calculated, ae
though 1t we're the night before and
Cazalet still shaken by his dream. Il
guess you've got It In full measure,
pressed down and running over, Mr.
Cazalet!"
It was a sorry sample Of his talk
Hilton Toye did not usually mix the
ready metaphors that nevertheless
had to satisfy IN inner censor, OF some
austerity. before they were allowed
to leave those deliberate lips. Yet
now, in his strange excitement. word
and tone alike were on the level Of
the stage Americana. It was not less
than extraordinary.
''You don't mean Cazalet seemed
to be swallowing-"sbout Henry Crar
yen7"
'Yep."
'''You don't mean to ray he's-dead! ?"
"Last Wednesday night" Toye
looked at his paper. "No, I guess I'm
wrong, Seems It happened Wednes-
day. but he only passed away Sunday
morning"
Cazalet still rat staring at him
there was not room for two Of them on
their feet-but into his heavy stare
there came . CLEAN Of leaden wisdom.
"This was Thursday morning" he
said. $50 didn't dream OF It whom it
happened. after IL"
iYrou dreamed ycu saw him lying
dead, and 20 he WIS.," said Toye. "Ths
funerals been today. don't know.
but that seems to me just about the
aext nearest thing to seeing the crime
perpetrated In vision
.Crims!" cried Caxalst. what
crime!'
Murder. -sir!. said Hilton aToya.
ssWillfu1, brutal. bloody murder! Hers's
the paper; better read Il fpr. .yoprsslf.
I'm Glad hs waan't . frie44 efeyouI..