The Washington times., 1915-10-17
ROCKWELL SAW
EVERYTHING

"l'm afraid your principal will have to
present his own case" he declared. the
selection Of candidates and sponsors Is
a very grave matter. Mr. Crimper.
Exactly" agreed that gentleman
with loose and leathery contortion
which might be considered to be a
smile. To my principal there can be
no possible objections upon any grounds.
I handle his philanthropies, and
think l may say without exaggerauon
that his benefacuons are the largest
In the world
You don't mean Cornelius Rookie
Tho same" Mr.. Cr1mper proudly as-
the professor Of bacteriology Of Rookie
we'll College examine into the claims Of
Mr.. wailinsford arose; he smoothed
his waistcoat: he expanded his chest
to- its fullest possible breadth: his
brows thickened. and he giared loftily
down at the wondering Crimper.
There is no use in discussing the
matter. Mr.. Crimper." he said sternly.
| Mr.. Rockwell must die at the hour
his Maker intended. He did not get
his great wealth honestly! Besides. why
did he not come here in person."
Mr.. Crimper made three more vain
attempts to present argument in favor
OF Cornelius Rockwell: then. with one
mighty g1ilp. he swallowed his ohin and
| went home. while the gentlemen OF the
press trod upon one anothers heels in
their frantic haste to get to their re-
spective papers with the tremendous
Cornelius wallingford who had
spent two days at the window which
overlooked the street corner. rushed
back into the study. Everybody to
your places"
There was a mad scramble. Violet
dashed up to the attic to hide; Fannie
bewitching in a nurses uniform. slip
ped out across the side hallway and
into the wing OF the house: Onion Jones
looking like an Easter egg. with his
uniform. stalked solemnly to the front
door. while wallingford and Blackie
! headed for the cellar.
Remember now. Onion" admonished
Wallingford. pausinK for a moment Al
the door. You're a dummy"
Don't worry. Jim. he can't miss It. -
grinned Blackte. as they disappeared
through the door.
Cornelius Rockwell surveyed the stu
pid looking butler with impatience wher
he was told there was no one home:
looking at his old-fashioned silve,
! watch.
Ten minutes. SIR" responded Onion
! disintcrestedly. gazing out over Corne-
! Illus shoulder. Who shall I say called
| sir?'
"I'll watt" snapped Cornelius. stalk.
He looked around him sharply wher
Onion ushered him into the study which
Billy-the Yegg now occupied in gloomy
state. He took note of the yellow.
backed books. and the medical journals
and the pictures OF doctors joyousl,
dissecting. and OF the wooden eyed
Onion.
what do you know about this senilit,
cure7" he suddenly demanded.
Nothing: SIR" responded Onion DULY
| I'm new"
Mr.. Rockwell eyed the stupid butler
with growing interest.
| What have you saen7"
=, don't like to say. sir: It gives m,
the crceps There's something righ
now. in the other part of the house
He jerked with his thumb in the d.
rection OF the rear hall. and relapset
into chill silence.
over thers?' Rockwell rose. ant
looked In the general direction Of "ove,
IT,. Cornelius voice rasped with i'm
patience. III YOU can't speak. show il
to me, Here" He produced anothe,
bill from his pocket
Onion Jones looked at the bill for &
long time. then he slowly took IT, and
with many stops and hesitations. lee
! the way out OF the study. across tn,
rear hall. and into the wing of the real
huilding. He opened the door cautious
ly, then motioned Rocke we'll to follow
Tho room was fitted like a hospita
ward. In tho center was an operatins
table on which was a still form cover
ed with white sheet. Over the fac,
| was n mask.
"Dead?" whispered Rockwell.
| NO" whispered Onion. II sneaket
In this little corner room and looked
through tho glass panel when the,
brought her In last night" and III
pointed to a small enclosure which hat
been partitioned OF In the corner
"They laid her out then. and doped her
and I heard 'em say she's going out to
morrow morning. to begin life ovel
| again.
Onion had approached the operatint
table. and now he stealthily lifted the
mask from the head OF the figure.
MY hcavens!'' he gasped. steppin.
back In establishment.
whats the natter" Rockwell wa
nervolisly lingering his checks, as h,
looked down at the still features.
why. last night. when thev nut he
on this table, she was a shrivcled olt
woman with snow-white hair, Look a
her now''
The woman. n remarkably handsome
lady, was apparently about fifty. He
checks wero fled out, and beneath he
skin was the pink glow of health. He
hair was iron gray. and n curling loci
Of Il lay over her round. white neck.