Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1915-12-03
CHAPTER I.
A Small World.

A Small World.
Cazalet sat up so suddenly that his
head hit the woodwork over the upper
berth. His own voice still rang in his
startled ears. He wondered how much
he had said. and how far II could have
carried above the throb OF the liners
screws and the mighty pounding Of
the water against her plates. And
then he remembered how he had been
left behind at Naples. and reioined the
Kaiser Fritz at Genoa. only to find
that he no longer had cabin to him
self.
A sniff assured Cazalet that he was
neither alone at the moment nor yet
the only one awake: he pulled back
the swaying curtain. and there on the
settee sat a man with a strong blue
chin and the quizzical solemnity Of an
animated sphinx.
II was his cabin companion. an
American named Hilton Toye. and
Cazalet addressed him with nervous
familiarity.
Il sayi Have been talking in my
sleep?"
Why, yes!" replied Hilton Toye.
and broke into a smile that made
human being OF him.
Cazalet forced a responsive grin.
What did say7" he asked. with an
amused curiosity Mt variance with his
shaking hend and shining forehead.
Toye .0ok him In from crown to
nngertlps. with something deep behind
his kindly smile II Judge" said he.
you were dreaming of some drama
you've been seeing ashore. Mr. GAIA
let."
''Dreamingi' said Cazaiet. wiping
his face. 1T was a nightmarel I
must have turned In too soon after
dinner. But | should like to know
what said"
Il can tell you word for word You
said, Henry Craven--deadl and then
you said. Dead-dead-Henry Cra-
ven' as II you'd got to have 1t both
ways to make sure"
IT'S true" said Cazalet. shuddering.
I saw him lying dead. in my dream"
Hilton Toye took a gold watch from
his waistcoat pocket. Thirteen min
utes 10 one In the morning" he said,
and now It's September eighteenth
fake note OF that. Mr.. Cazalet. It
may be another case of second sight
for your psychical research society"
i don't care II IT. is" Cazaiet was
smoking furiously.
Meaning II was no great friend you
dreamed was dead7"
No friend at all. dead or alivel"
I'm kind OF wondering" said
Toye. winding his watch slowly. If
he's by way Of being a friend OF mine.
know Henry Craven over in Eng
land. Lives along the river, down
Kingston way. In a big house"
Called Uplands7"
Yes. sirl That's the man. Little
world isn't itg"
The man In the upper berth had to
hold on as his curtains swung clear;
the man tilted back on the settee, all
attention all the time, was more than
ever an effective foil to him. With
out the kindly smile that went as
quickly as II came. Hilton Toye was
somber. subtle and demure. Cazalet.
on the other hand. was OF sanguine
complexion and lmpetuous looks. He
was tanned a rich bronze about the
middle Of the face. but 1t broke OF
across HIS forehead like the coloring
Of a meerschaum pipe. Both men
were In their early prime. and each
stood roughly for his race and type
the travelled American who knows the
world. and the elemental Britisher
who has made some one loose end of
Il his own.
II thought Of my Henry Craven, "
continued Toye, "as soon as ever you
came out with yours. But It seemed a
kind OF ordinary name. I might have
known II was the same II I'd recollect
ed the name OF his arm. Isn't II era
ven q Cezalet, the stockholders. down
In Tokenhouse Yard2"
That's IT," said Cazalet bitterly
But there have been none of us in
Il since my father died ten years ago.
But you're Henry Craven's old part
uer's son?y,
I'm his only SON."
Thu no wonder you dream abou
Heng, craven" cried Toye, "and n,
wonder wouldn't break your hear
II your iream came true"
1T wouldn't" said Cazalet through
his teeth. HE wasn't white man /,
me ol mine-whatever you may hay,
found him"
Il Rad a little place near his on
sumner. know only what I hear
down there"
What did you hear?" asked Cazs
let. I've been away ten years. eve
since the crash that ruined everybod
but the man at the bottom OF tn
whole thing. 1t would be a kindnes
to tell me what you heard"
We'll, | guess you've said II YOU
self right now. That man seems
have beggared everybody all aroun
except himself; that's how | make
out" said Hilton Toye.
"He did worse" said Cazalet throus
his teeth. HE killed my poor father
he banished me to the wilds of Au
tralla. and he sent better man tha
himself to prison for fourteen years,
Toye opened his dark eyes for ono