The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1917-08-30

ton. The pictured face startled me.
Great Scott cried Ills shens,one
brother OF ycursf | should think you
had sat for this yourself
Mr. Shenstonc IS distantly related 10
me-" he replied I'VE have q common
| ancestor"
But IL this good OF Shenstoner'
demanded. tapping the photograph. II
never saw HIM"
"Yon might ask Mr.. Miles" said be.
summoned Miles and showed the
picture.
Fine" he exclaimed. Couldn't be
better"
ibid you ask Shenstone for thisY'
said 10 Sidney, lie nodded
Ever meet him beforef' Sidney
shook his head
WAS be surprised at the sight Of
your
"He certainly was, and amused too.
The resemblance is SO close ms to be
really ridiculous. considering the diff
ference In our circumstances"
paid Sidney the additional SIS, and
though ! subsequently learned that
he himself had posed for the picture,
have never regretted the bargain.
About two months later a somewhat
mysterious stranger called upon me to
inquire for Sidney Colbert's address.
Suspecting this man to be collector,
| declined TO give the desired informa-
ton. On the following day lawyer
from the Wall street district came
with the same request. He assured me
he was acting in my friends interest.
told him that Sidney was just recov-
ering from an illness and was In miser-
able circumstances and that l would
make It warm for any one who an
noyed him. Then gave the address.
l was not altogether easy In my
mind, however, and consequently
called at Sidney's lodgings one evening
In the latter part Of that week. He
was not at home, and nobody had seen
him for two days. Much disturbed.
went to see Miss Dean In the studio
building, where she dwelt In girl bach
elor fashion.
Miss Dean was quaking with nerv-
BUSINESS, though she tried to conceal 1t.
| was sure that she had been pacing
the floor, which was Uttered with all
the evening newspapers. She began by
telling me that she did not know where
Sidney was, but when l smiled upon
her sadly she abandoned that deception
and admitted that she did know, but
was pledged not to tell.
He has been so ill"' she cried, clinch-
ing her hands distractedly. "He ought
to be I'm the country, where he could BIO
quiet and have pure air to breathe
us he In any sort OF troubles" asked.
and she said no, except that he was
very weak from illness and needed
rest.
"Is he at work."
yes"
"Then he will soon have some money
and can go out Of town." said I.
Twenty dollars weekv she re-
sponded, with whitening scorn.
That was all learned about Sidney,
but Miss Dean consented to speak moro
freely Of herself. thought 1t my duty
to inquire, because for all knew she
might be penniless. 1t appeared, how
ever, that she was fairly good man.
ager, and, though the allowance upon
which she lived was barely sufficient
for her support, she had never gone In
debt. Indeed, she had for time pre-.
served some small savings, but these
she had spent for Sidney during his
illness. Sidney did not know this, OF
course. 1t would never occur to him
that little expenses for sick mans
delicate provender could have any con.
siderable total.
saw Sylvia quite frequently after
that. but did not see Sidney nor could
get track Of him, though made vari-
Gus endeavors. A hint fom Sylvia gave
me the impression that the mysterious
work in which Sidney was engaged
might not be viewed with approval by
I stern moralist. and this led me to be-
ieve that he was employed by Shen-
stone. 1t was possible, however, that
ne might be serving Shenstone's enc
MES. Could 1t be possible that his re-
'emblance to the Spectator was being
Used In some wild scheme of persona
ion? Sidney would never consent to
Iuch dishonesty, but In the hands of
he shrewd and reckless men who
we're fighting Shenstone's pool my
riend would be mere child. 1t would
70 no trouble at all for them to make
sidney believe that black was white.
Sylvia was as careless as most wo-
men are OF the ethics OF business. Her
ole anxiety In this matter was for Sid
ey's health made out that she had
ither very meager reports OF him or
one ut all.
IL should not be surprised any day
0 hear that he was dead" said she TO
1e, with black foreboding written on
er face.
l think 1t was not twenty-four hours
fterward that was going through the
ocular daily report from one Of the
Ity news bureaus and came upon this
aragraph typewriter upon the thin,