The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1915-04-29
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MARY MzDIHORNE
GEORGE BARE
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Copyright. 1911. BY Dodd. Mead & Co.
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moment. analysing the remark. They
saw the point simultaneously and
laughed aloud.
1T would have to be a very big
needle or q very tiny camel" cried she.
Wen leave that to the imagination"
said he, as we do most everything else
that reslly doesn't matter"
Erio's eyes cleaned with a sudden
discovery.
What are you doing in Tasmir, Mr..
Carr"
II was locking for a much sharper
thing han a needle" said Adam Carr.
Did you find it?"
II did"
Eric's voice thrilled with excitement.
Il 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-
edgtng his profession.
a two hours run brought the tug to
within hailing distance OF the heteroge-
neoQs fleet OF small craft. cruising IN
the outer bay. There was no mistakins
boats, big n little. They We're en-
gagged IN h hopeless, the imbecils task
OF dragging the bay, an undertaking
inspired by the command OF Horace
Blagden himself. Not that Horace, who
was 8 calm and sensible man. thought
that the bodies could be recovered
from the ooundless. shifting waters by
any such means, but that he regarded
tt as his imperative duty-you might
say his personal prerogative-to make
such 8 showing OF resoluteness. such
defiance OK the utterly impossible-that
all Cortnth would rise up and say In
the same breath that he had at least
may be applied TO the case.
Dozens of boats Of all descriptions
were plying the blue waters Of the bay.
Recognizing the tutility of their efforts,
the crews lay back at ease, smoking
and gazing complacenuy in quite the
opposite direction from that which
their business required; they looked
laziIy st the blue sky from the fat Of
their backs, instead OF at the water
IN which II was reflected. They were
being we'll paid for their efforts, which,
after al resolved itself into a sort Of
special pageant arranged for the per-
petusden Of Horace Bla1den's name
for in6omttableness.
The tug blew Its triumphant blasts
and even as the futile searchers awoke
from their lethargy, hurried past them
toward h docks. almost scorntul in
its haste Behind treiled the aston
ished. irrttated boatmen, a long line of
odds and n d conyerginG to a certain
point
Call up my uncle's house and let
him know" said Eric az they clamb-
cred TO the pier.
be sure TO find him at the bank. A lit
tie thing like this wouldn't disturb the
habit OF a lifetime"
Surs enough. Horace Blagden was
at the bank. Over the telephone, In
response to he message from the dock.
he said:
Indeed Well. I declare. Tell Eric
to go home at once His aun is wor-
rfed. Who found them? Car? Ask
him to stop at the bank In a day or
two. Thank you. Goodby."
For two or three days after his re-
turn to the Giants Castle" Eric was
vaguely aware OF q troubled, p~re-occu-
pied look in his sisters eyes; dark cir
lies began to appear beneath them,
and a certain pathetic usefulness
came into their depths when he seemed
10 be asking questions Of her with
his puzzled. but observing eyes.
At first he attributed these signs to the
worry and grief that must have tor
tured her on hat eventful day and
night, but as her very gladness in hav-
ing him with her once more seemed
tnged with a strange, unusual reserve,
he was at last 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
haunting dread OF them.
She was paler than he had ever
known her to be. and she was spirit
less. a most unnatural condition for
her, who was SO gay and volatile and
full of the Joy of living.
On the morning OF the day selected
by the committee for the awarding Of
the prize, he bluntly commanded her to
tell him what 1t 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
old man, who crustily demanded the
cause Of her Crouch" Eric noticed
tina Adam Carr studied her pale face
with peculiar tntentness. The detective
had been telling him of his interview
with Horace Blagden a few days be-
fore. At 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.
ITS nothing, Eric" h protested,
over n over again.
There's something wrong" he in
sisted. Il know 1t. You can't fool me,
grille. What's up?" He waited for a
moment and then blurted out: What
has Chetwynd been doing?"
h burst into tears and threw her
self upon the ground at the foot OF the
great oak neal 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, l don't see how she can have
the heart to think the things she does.
/ haven't done anything wrong. I am
a good girl"
He grew stifr and cold. Tell me-" he
whispered.
She turned over and lay fiat on her
back, her arms extended in the sur
render to despair, her wet eyes star
Ing at the green leaves above"
ut was Chetwynd," she began jerk
lily. ooh. how I loathe him. He"
What has that beast done to your"
cried Eric. q fearful dread in his SOU.
Wait. I'll tell you. The day you
and Joa went out in the boat he
stayed at home that morning. you re-
member. with a headache, he said. He
Una living nm the cni,Ch en- fho ylhro ~,