The Morgan County press. (Wartburg, Tenn.) 1916-1926, 1917-02-08

leaving the stage tO uldTIy, Adldl AZ
cident intervening. Did Max by any
chance mention the nickname New
York has bestowed on Sara Law?"
Nickname? MOI"
''They call her The Destroying
Angel"
"What rot"
Eyes; but what coincidence. Three
men loved her-and one by one they
died. And now the fourth. Do you
wonder ="
"Oh, but-'The Destroying Angel"
Whitaker cried Indignantly. "How can
they blame herr"
"It isn't blame-its superstition.
Listen
Ember bent forward, holding Whit
aker's gaze with intent, grave eyes.
"The first time," he said In rapid I'M
dertone, twas year or so after her
triumph as Joan Thursday. There
were then two men openly infatuated
with her, a boy named Custer, and a
man believe you knew-William
Hamilton"
81 knew them both"
"Custer was making the pace; the
announcement of his engagement to
Sara Law was confidently anticipated.
He died suddenly; the coroner's jury
decided that he had misjudged the In
tentions of a loaded revolver. People
whispered suicide, but 1t didn't look
quite like that to me. However
uoy,,ilton cfopno6 fnt0 hfS
place. Presently we heard that Sara
Law was to marry him and leave the
stage. Hamilton had to go abroad on
business; on the return trip-the we'd
ding was set for the day after he land
ed here-he disappeared, no one knew
how. Presumably he fell overheard
by accident one night; sane men with
everything in the world to live for do
such things, you know-accOrding to
the newspapers"
II understand you. Please go on"
Approximately eighteen months
later a man named Thurston-Mitchell
Thurston-was considered dangerous
aspirant for the hand of Sara Law. He
was exceedingly we'll fixed in money
way-a sort of dilettantish architect,
with offices in the Metropolitan tower.
One day at high noon he left his desk
to go to lunch at Martins; crossing
Madison square, he suddenly fell dead,
with a bullet in his brain. 1t was
rifle bullet, but though the square was
crowded, no one had heard the report
of the shot, and no one was seen car
rying O rifle. The conclusion was that
he had been shot by somebody using a
gun with a Maxim silencer, from q
window on the south side OF the
square. There were no clues"
And now DrummondW Whitaker
exclaimed in horror. "Poor fellow
Poor womanw
A slightly sardonic expression modi'
fec the lines of Ember's mouth. $50
far "a Mrs. Whitaker is concerned,
he said With the somewhat pedantic
mode of speech which Whitaker was to
learn to associate with IIfs moments OF
most serious concenuation-"I echo
the sentiment. But let rs suspend
Judgment on Drummond's case until
| we KNOW UlOT6. II 10 uOl 40 ySb Oh -
tabIished fact that he is dead"
"You mean there's hope"
There's doubt" Ember corrected
acidIy-"doubt, at least, In my mind.
You see, / saw Drummond In the flesh,
alive and vigorous, a good half hour
after he is reported to have leaped to
| his DEATH"
"WhereT
Coming up the stairs from the
downtown subway station In front of
the Park Avenue hotel. He wore a
hat pulled down over his eyes and an
old overcoat buttoned tight up to his
chin. He was carrying a satchel bear
ing the initials G. S. D., but was other
wise pretty thoroughly disguised, and,
I fancied. anxious enough to escape
recognition"
you're positive about thlsT"
aThe man was Carter S. DrummOnd.
I don't think / can be mistaken"
(Which way did he got"
Toward the Pennsylvania station. 1
fancy; that is. he turned west through