Bisbee daily review., 1917-03-04

There's light burning ln there stlil, he said: you can see it beneath the door. Better see if perhaps Mir. Rip ley hasn't fallen asleep over his work Martin. .. No-go ahead; I'll an. swer this"
 The doorbell had just rung. As the aged negro scuffied of toward the IT, brary, Parr turned. opened the froni door, and admitted an urchin wearing the livery of a well-known telegraph company. This last delivered an envelope addressed to Miss Patria Channing, pocketed tip, and returned to the street. Captain Parr cooked an attentive ear toward the library while the girl hastily scanned her telegram.
 What nonsense, Captain Parr-will you please look at this?"
 He took the telegram from her quiv- ering hand-and knitted annoyed browS over it.
 Newport, June 10. 1916. Miss Patria Charming.
 | 2 East Tenth Street, N. Y. City. ! Distracted Why did you run away to- night without explanation? Rodney fol- lows by first morning train. Please wire prompt denial. Rumors current here you eloped with Captain Parr.
 AMELIA WRENN.
 A smile, half-rueful. half of amuse- ment. replaced Parr's frown. He re- turned .he message. The girl impa- tiently tore it up and committed its offensive fragments to the floor.
 She was startled by a cry throaty with terror. Martin tottered out of the library door. his limbs trembling, his face ashen beneath it's bronze.
 Miss Patty. o Lawd. my Lawdr'
 Parr's fingers closed imperatively up- on the servants wrist.
 What is it? Whats happened: Stop that bowling and tell us.''
 It's Mistuh Ripley daid in there
 Common impulse moved the two young people toward the rear of the hallway. but hSf way to the library door Parr checked the girl.
 Spare yourself. Miss Charming. Let
 
 pleaseI'
 IL was a spacious chamber, Soberly if richly furnished in m Outaged mode and dominated by a massive chimney piece of marble elaborateiy carved. Parr, however, only subconsciousiy reg istered an impression of its character. His interest centered upon the body of gentleman of advanced years that occupied an armchair at one end of the table. And it needed no more than q glance to assure him that the man was dead beyond dispute.
 His head and arms rested upon the table. One hand still gripped an auto- matte pistol. Near his head rested an overturned telephone instrument, the receiver dislOdged. He had been mur- dered-shOt down while telephoning. But he had not died so quickly as to let bis assassin escape; he had lived long enough 10 discharge his .,wn weapon with deadly effect.
 Half dozeu feet aside the corpse of the assassin law asprawl-in the cast of those dead features Parr read ire futable confirmation of his grimmest suspicious; the assassin was-bad been--a Japanese.
 Turning on the servant sharply. Parr Stilled his lamentations with a brusque command.
 stop that horrible noise. Martin, Do you wish Miss Charming to hear toU2 Now tell me: where can We put these bodies out of her sight?"
 The negro designated the drawing room which communicated with the H. hrary by sliding doors: thither they bore and there left the bodies. Then returning. Parr ordered the cOmmuni- -Bting doors closed, and for q moment hesitated, dubiously examining fat scaled envelope which he had found n the pocket of the dressing-govn worn by the ill-starred Mir. Ripley.
 It was superscribed in the firm, min uie writing of q strong old hand: For Miss Patria Channing-Private & Con- .idential."
 He returned 10 the hallway. At sight of his grayely troubled countenance Patria rose quickly from chair and cane to him with an imploring ges- tUre.
 Prepare yourself he said, your guardian has been assassinated-by a Japanese. He left you this; perhaps it explains.
 PRIVATE AND CONFIDENTIAL.
 My Dear Ward: Tomorrow, your twenty-first birthday, will find you the last of "The Fighting Chaunings" On that day you will legally become your own mistress and will be relieved of the guardianship of yourself and your forune-oue of the greatest fortunes in the United States if not in all the world.
 l write rather than wait to com mUuicate what I have to say. because live iU the shadow of death. I may mol live to see you, personally to ac- count to you for, my stewardship-I may not live to see tomorrow's dawn. My fife is strangely menoced--evcn as yuur life may he when you have taken over sole control of your inheritance. Yuur lands and estates, ChanBings Inc,
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