Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1915-11-17

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appreciation Of the nocturne IN blue
stippled with green and red and count
less yellow lights. But Achilles In his
tent was no more conspicuous absen-
tee than Cazalet In his cabin - the
Kaiser Fritz n steamed sedately up
Southampton Water.
He had finished packing; the state.
room floor. was impossible with. the
baggage that Cazalet had wanted on
the five-weeks' voyage. There was
scarcely room to sit down, but in what
there was sat Cazalet like a soul in
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
gnawing at his vitals as he sat there
waiting to set loot once more in the
land from which = bitter blow had
driven him. Fl
Yet the bitterness might have been
allayed by the consciousness that he,
at any rate, had turned it to account.
It had been. indeed. the making Of
him; thanks to that stern incentive,
even some of the sweets of deserved
success were already his. But there
was no hint Of conplacency in GAIA.
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 ~
suddenly a. the screw stopped for the
first time. The same thing happened
again and yet again, as often as ever
the engines paused before the end.
Cazalet would spring up and watch his
stateroom door with clenched fists and
haunted eyes. But it was some long
time before the door few open, and
then slammed behind Hilton Toye.
5Toye was In state of excitement
even more abnormal than Cazalet's
nervous dependency. which indeed it
prevented him from observing. It was
simultaneously clear that Toye was
astounded, thrilled, almost triumphant,
but as yet just, drawing the, line at
that. A newspaper futtered in his
hand. st55,,
Second sight?' he calculated, as
though it were the night before and
Cazalet still shaken by his dream. II
guess you've got it In full measure,
pressed down and running over, Mr.
Cazalet!"
It was . sorry sample of his talk
Hilton Toye did not usually mix the
ready metaphors that nevertheless
Aad TO satisfy an inner censor, OF some
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.
i you don't mean Cazalet seemed
to be swallowing about Henry Ora
ven?"
yep" s.$
"You don't mean to say he's-dead! r
Last Wednesday night" Toye
hooked at his paper, mo, guess I'm
wrong Seems it happened Wednes-
day. but he only passed away Sunday
Cazalet still sat staring at him
there was not room for two Of them on
their feet-but into his heavy stare
there came 4 CLEAN Of leaden wisdom.
''This was Thursday morning. he
said, $50 didn't dream Of it when it
after all"
"You dreamed you saw him lying
dead. and SO he was" said Toye. "The
funerals been today. don't know,
but that seems to me just about the
next nearest thing to seeing the crime
perpetrated in a vision" "a.
CRUEL" cried Cazalet. what
:rime?"
Murder, sir" said Hilton Toye.
'Willful. brutal, bloody murder! Here's
he paper; better read it for yourself.
IN glad he wasn't a friend Of yours.
" mine either, but it's bad end even
or your worst enemy"
The paper fluttered in Cazelet's
dutch as it had done in 'Toye's; but
hat was as natural as his puzzled
rown over the cryptic illusions OF
ournal that had dealt fully with the
.scertainable facts in previous issues.
'one few emerged between the lines.
Henry Craven had received his fatal
INJURIES on the Wednesday of the pre-
ious week. The thing had happened
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