The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1915-04-29
CHAPTER vI-continued.)

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saw the point simultaneously and
laughed aloud.
Tt would have to be a very big
needle or a very tiny camel" cried She.
Wen leave that to the imagination"
said he, "as we do most everything else
that really. doesn't matter"
Eric's eyes cleaned with a sudden
discovery.
What are you doing in Tasmir, Mr..
CARR"
Il was locking for a much sharper
thing than a needle" said Adam Carr.
Did you find it," n. +,
Eric's voice thrilled with excitement.
I know what you are now. Gee! He
gazed at the masklike face in open
eyed wonder. You are a detective"
Sometimes I doubt It," was Adam
Cars extraordinary way Of acknowl-
edging his profession. o. "
A two hours run brought the tug to
within hailing distance of the heteroge-
neous fleet of small craft, cruising In
h outer bay. There was no mistaking
the business Of these slow moving
boats, big and little. They were en-
gagged In the hopeless, the imbecile task
inspired by the command OF Horace
Blagden himself. Not that Horace, who
was a calm and sensible man, thought
that the bodies could be recovered
from the boundless, shifting waters by
any such means, but that he regarded
It as his imperative duty-you might
say his personal prerogative-to make
defiance of the utterly impossible-that
all Corinth would rise up and say in
the same breath that he had at least
left no stone unturned, IL the simile
may be applied to the case.
Dozens OF boats Of all descriptions
nlxHn0 tina hIYVn wryo fAHn ~ cha hnNY
Recognizing the futility of their efforts,
the crews lay back at ease, smoking
and gazing complacently in quite The
opposite direction from that which
their business required; they looked
lazily at the blue sky from the nat Of
in which IL was reflected. They were
being we'll paid for their efforts, which,
after all resolved itself into q sort OF
special pageant arranged for the per-
~petuation Of Horace Blagden's name
for indomitableness. .#.
The tug blew its triumphant blasts
and even as the futile searchers awoke
from their lethargy, hurried past them
toward the docks, almost scorntul in
It's haste. Behind trailed the aston
ished, irritated boatmen, a long line OF
odds and ends converging to a certain
point. Al
Call UP my uncle's house and let
cred to the pier.
mo-" objected Adam Carr, "you'l
be sure to find him at the bank. A lit
tie thing like this wouldn't disturb the
habit Of a lifetime"
Sure enough, Horace Blagden was
at the bank. over the telephone, in
response to the message from h dock,
Indeed. Well, I declare. Tell Eric
to go home at once. His aunt Is wor-
ried. Who found them? CARR Ask
him to stop at the bank in a day or
two. Thank you: Goodby."
Fol two or three days after his re-
turn to the Giants Castle" Eric was
vaguely aware OF a troubled, ~pre-occu-
pied look in his sisters eyes; dark cir
cles began to appear beneath them,
and q certain pathetic usefulness
came into their depths when he seemed
to be asking questions of her with
his own puzzled, but observing eyes.
At first he attributed these signs to the
worry and grief, that must have tor
tured her on that eventful day and
night, but as her very gladness in hav-
ing him with her once more seemed
tinged with a strange, unusual reserve,
he was at las forced to believe that
there was something else on her mind
Her Joy in seeing him had been wild,
almost to the point OF delirium. She
had sobbed in his arms for hours, 1t
seemed to him, and she was reluctant
to have him out Of her sight. Her
somber. plaintive eyes followed him
everywhere, until he began to feel a
haunting dread of them. /,
IN was paler h he had ever
known her to be, and h was spirit
less; q most unnatural condition for
her, who was so gay n volatile n
full Of the Joy OF living.
n H. ro@,-t~a~ 90 a. 1Al nAIAnkAI
by the committee for the awarding Of
the prize. he bluntly commanded her to
tell him what It was that troubled her.
They had been chatting with old Jabez
and his son Adam, at the gatekeeper's
lodge, and she had failed utterly to
respond to the Jokes OF the perplexed
old man, who crustily demanded the
cause Of her Crouch" Eric noticed
that Adam Carr studied her pale face
with peculiar in~tentness. The detective
had been telling him Of his interview
with Horace Blagden a few days be-
fore. Al the mention of Chetwynd's
name, the girl looked up with a quick,
half frightened CLEAN in her eyes.
what is 1t, Mary? Tell me-" pleaded
Eric as they were walking homeward
across the meadow.
It's nothing, Eric" she protested,
over and over again. '......
There's something wrong" he in
II bISlGu. L hlO" IL LOu Sdh I lOOl IIlCP
grille. What's up?" He waited for a
moment and then blurted out: What
has Chetwynd been doing?">t
She burst into tears and threw her
| self upon the ground at the foot OF the
great oak les the gate In the wall sur
rounding the Blagden place. He was
down beside her In an instant, pleading,
begging, urging her to tell him every
thing. .-' -
Then the story came out.
she is so cruel" sobbed Mary. "Oh,
Eric, I don't see how she can have
the heart to think the things she does.
I haven't done anything wrong. I am
a good girl"
He grew stiff and cold. Tell me-" he
whispered. sa ~
She turned over and lay fiat on her
back, her arms extended In the sur
render to despair, her wet yes star
ing at the green leaves above"
1T was Chetwynd," she began jerk
lily. "Oh, how l loathe him. He"
What has that beast lone to your"
cried Eric, a fearful dread in his soul.
wait. I'll tell you. The day you
and Joan went out in the boat he
stayed at home that morning, you re-
member with a headache, he said. He
was lying on the couch in the library
when / came In. He called me in.
Aunt Rena was over town shopping.
oh Eric 4 pan,t haor m fall yn,,0