The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1918-05-09

anu inc HdIue JHdJ came 10 his lips
was the name that had lurked sub.
consciously, in his heart, for days.
"Sylvia!" he cried. THE fourth
floor! Gomez"
THE mirror said Average Jones.
Push it aside. Pull 1t down"
With an effort Of nervous strength,
the girl lifted aside the big glass Be-
hind it hundred scarlet banded in.
sects swarmed and scampered.
UNLESS my little detectives have de.
ceived me-" Jones said, you'll find
the body in there"
She CROPPED, and drew forth large
box. In 1t was packed the body of
Peter Paul. There was a cord about
the fat neck.
'Strangled," whispered the girl
Poor old doggie!" Then she whirled
upon the PROSTATE man. you muir.
derer!" she said very low.
It's not murder to put a dying
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 Judge
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 1t ALL" she said, but for those
awful, crawling, red creatures"
"Those?" said Average Jones. "Why
they were my bloodhoupds, 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, l suppose but
to leave this house. And to thank
you. How am l ever to thank your
She lifted her eyes to his.
Never mind the thanks" said Av
erage Jones unevenly. 1T was moth
ing"
1T was-everythingi 1t 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
| Rendinp nyar tho IittIa oIJn ,iro h,,do
he pressed his lips to them. Only fol
moment. The hands slipped from his
There was quick, frightened gasp
and the girls face, all afush with
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. l 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 II you
send for me, 1t must be because yor
want me; knowing that, when | come
l 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 sig1
had come to him from Miss Sylvia Ora
ham. He frowned heavily as Simpson
entered the inner sanctum with tn,
usual packet of clippings.
Leave Them" he ordered.
Yes, sir" The confidential clerl
fingered, looking uncomfortable. ANY
thing from yesterdays lot, SIR"
Haven't looked them over yet"
"Or day befores?"
Haven't taken those up either"
If | might suggest, there's yer,
interesting advertisement in yestel
days paper repeated this morn"
Il don't want to see it."
mo, sir. But-but still-it it seem,
to have strange reference to tn,
burial of the million-dollar dog, ant
an invitation that l thought"
Where is it? Give it to mel" Fol
once in his life, high pressure of ex
element had blotted out Averag,
Jones drawl. His employee thrus
into his hand this announcement from
the Banner of that morning:
DIED-AT 100 WEST SIXTEENTH
street, September IA. Peter Paul a dog
Tor many years the faithful and fon,
companion of the late Amelia Van Hal
tern. Burial in accordance with the wisl
and will of Mrs. Van Haltern, at the fam
ny estate, SchuylSill, September II, a
three o'clock; His friend, Don Quixote
Is especially hidden to come, If he Will.
Average Jones leaped to his feet
where's my hat? Where's the time
table? Get cab! Simpson, you idiot
why didn't you make me read this be
fore, confound you! l mean God blesI
you. Your salary's doubled from to
day. I'm Off"
Yes, sir" said the bewildered Simp
son.
Miss Sylvia Graham looked dow
upon slender finger ornamented will
the oldest and the most appropriat,
OF engagement rings, scarab beetlr
red-banded with three deep-huet
rubies.
But, Average" she said, and thu
golden laughter flickered again In tn,
brown depths Of her eyes, mot evei
you could expect girl to accept t
man through keyhole."
Il suppose not" said Average Jonel
with q SIGH NJ nrofoundast contant