Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1916-05-26

SS' De1OIS the fallen
man could gather his shaken wits -
was pinned with the most disah,is
grip known in the science of copohat
strange hold with the assaiIant'1
wrist clamped below and behind ~.
ear. Average Jones lifted his voiao
and the name that came to his linz
was the name that had lurked s,,h
consciously. in his heart, for DAVIS
| "Sylvia!" he cried. "The fonrt.
floor! Comet"
The mirror" said Average Jonea
Push 1t aside. Pull it down.
With an effort of nervous streng+h
the girl lifted aside the big glass Re-
hind it hundred scarlet banded in.
sects swarmed and scampered
Unless my little detectives have do.
ceived me-" Jones said, "youu find
the body in there
She CROPPED, and drew forth larso
box. In it was packed the body .,
Peter Paul. There was a cord abovt
the fat neck
Strangled," whispered the cir,
Poor old doggie!" Then she whirlod
upon the PROSTATE man. "You mur.
derer!" she said very low.
Its not murder to put a dvin,
brute out of the way" said the shaken
man sullenly.
but it's fraud, in this case" retort.
ed Average Jones. "a fraud of which
you're self-convicted Get up."
There was no more fight in Iudoo
oily Ackroyd. He skunk to the stairs
and limped heavily down to his fright.
ened and sobbing wife.
DO you mind my saying" said
Jones, that you are the bravest and
finest human being I've met in
a-a-somewhat varied career?"
The girl shuddered. Il could have
stood it ALL she said, "but for those
awful, crawling, red creatures"
"Those?" said Average Jones. "Wbv
they were my bloodhounds, my little
detectives"
And what are they?'
"Carrion beetles" said Average
Jones. Where the vultures of the in
sect kingdom are gathered together,
there the quarry lies"
Sylvia Graham drew long breath,
I'm all right now" she pronounced.
There's nothing left, | suppose. but
to leave this house. And to thank
you. How am ever to thank you?"
She lifted her eyes to his
6sNTouo,. ,r1;OI %Io1 4l,o..l-s
erage Jones unevenly. 1T was moth.
ing"
1T was-everything! It was won.
derful!" cried the girl, and held out
her slender hands to him.
As they clasped warmly upon his,
Average Jones' reason lost its balance.
Bending over the little, clinging hands,
he pressed his lips to them. Only for
a moment. The hands slipped from his
| There was a quick, frightened gasp,
and the girls face, ali afush with a
new, sweet fearfulness and wondering
| confusion, vanished behind a ponder.
GUS swinging door.
The young mans knees shook a lit.
tie as he walked forward and put his
! lips close to the Intel.
Sylvia"
There was faint rustic from with
| in.
I'm sorry. / mean, I'm glad. Glad
der than of anything I've ever done in
my life"
Silence from within.
Listen, there mustn't be any misun-
derstanding about this, dear. If you
send for me, it must be because you
want me; knowing that, when | come,
| shall come for you. Good-by, dear"
"Good-by." 1t was the merest whis-
per from behind the door.
Two days later he sat at his desk,
in a murk Of woe. No word nor sign
had come to him from Miss Sylvia Ora
ham, He frowned heavily as Simpson
| entered the inner sanctum with the
usual packet of clippings
Leave them" he ordered.
Eyes, sir" The confidential clerk
fingered, looking uncomfortable. amy
thing from yesterdays lot, sir?"
maven looked Cnem over YET.
"Or day before's?"
Haven't taken those up either
IL I might suggest, there's very
| interesting advertisement in yester-
days paper repeated this morn"
II don't want to see it."
mo, sir. But-but still-it it seems
to have strange reference to the
burial OF the million-dollar dog, and
an invitation that thought"
Where is it? Give it to mel" For
cnce in his life, high pressure of ex'
element had blotted out Average
Jones drawl. His employee thrust
into his hand this announcement from
the Banner of that morning:
DIED-AT 100 WEST SIXTEENTH
| street, September IA, Peter Paul, dosi;
| for many years the faithful and fohd
! companion of the late Amelia Van Hal
tern. Burial in accordance with the WISH
and will Of Mrs Van Haltern, at the ram
| lily estate, Schuylkill, September ~, az
| ~ Tie OulX0Leg