Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-08-18
(Conttnued)

'Is that you, Robert?" came a
question in Gouverneur Faulkner's
voice from large table over by the
window. The room was entirely in
shadow except for the shaded light
upon the table, under whose rays /
remarked the head and shoulders of
that Gouverneur Faulkner at whose
bidding 1 had come out into the dead
of the night. Come over here, and
walk softly, so as not to stir up Jen-
kins," he commanded me, and 1
went Immediately to his side, even
If | did experience difticulty IN
the breath of Roberta, marquise of
Cree and Bye.
What is it that you wish, my
Gouverneur Faulkner" 1 asked as
l looked down upon him as he sat
with a paper in his hand regarding 1t
intently.
sit down here under the light be-
side me-" was the next command to
me, and he reached out one of his
slender and powerful hands and
drew me down into a chair very
close beside him.
What is it?" l asked as my head
came so close to his that l felt the
warmth of his breath on my cola
cheek.
Hold these two fragments of pa
per together and translate the
French written upon them literally,
he said TO me as he handed me two
small pieces of paper upon which
there was writing.
And this is what L discovered TO
be written.
Honored Madam-The one at the
head of all has sent me to this place
to inspect grazing lands and make
report. | send in a report of what Is
not here and the signing of the
papers by your Gouverneur Faulkner
must be done quickly in blindness
before a discovery of what is not
1T is written to a woman" said
very quietly as 1 made finish OF
reading.
Yes, boy, to a woman. I have
made my last fight to-to hold an
old belief, which in some way seem
ed to be-be one of my foundation
stones. The general is right, they
are all alike, the soft, beautiful, ly-
ing things. The truth is not in them,
and their own or a mans honor Is
plaything. That piece of paper was
sent me by a man up in the noun
tains of Old Harpeth, who loves me
with the same blood bond that l
love you, boy, all on account of
gun struck up in the hands of his
enemy. Here's the note he sent
with it:
Bill, we cotched a furren man fer
a revenue up by the still at Turkey
gulch, and this was in his pocket. L
made out to read yo' name. ! send 1t.
The man is kept tied. What is mules
worth? Send price and what to do
with this man critter by son Jim.
Believe me, they amt no grazing
fer 5000 mules on Paradise ridge
but I know a place. JIM TODD.
What is the signature of this
paper, my Gouverneur Faulkner
l asked after I had made the at
tempt to translate to myself the very
peculiar writing he had given to
me.
Il do not know just exactly my
self, Robert" answered my Cow
erneur Faulkner as he dropped his
head upon his hands while he rest
ed his elbows on the polished table
among its scattered papers. II am
convinced now that this mule con-
tract business is the plot against my
honor and that the general believes
il to be and has been trying to get
TO legal surface. In some way Jim
Todd has got hold of one end of the
conspiracy. 1t has been hard for
me to believe that a woman would
sell me out. If I take it to her in
the morning I'll perhaps get an eN-
planaton that VIII satisfy me. me
men who are in with jeff Whit
worth are the best financiers in the
state, and it is impossible to believe
that"
Very suddenly it happened in my
heart to know what to compel that
very large man beside me to do for
the rescue of his honor. He must
see the matter not through the lies
of that beautiful Madam Whitworth,
the instrument of that very ugly
husband, hut he must look into the
matter with his blood friend, that
Mr.. Jim Todd.
You must go Immediately to that
Mr.. Jim Todd and his prisoner to
discover truth, your eXcellency." I
said. with a very firm determination
as I looked straight into his sad
eyes that had in them almost the
look of shame for dishonor
ITO be Continued