News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1920-11-17


out of Cazalet. So that hour stoleI
from the past was up forever,
why do the police think the othe
thing?" he retorted. What have they
got to so on? That's what want t.
know. agree with Toye in one thing
Blanche looked up quickly Il wouldn't
trust old Savage an inch. I've beer
Thinking about him and his previous
evil nee Do you realize that it's
quite dark now soon after seven? II
vas pretty thick saying his man was
! bareheaded, with neither hat nor cap
left behind to prove it! Yet now il
seems he's put a beard to him, end
/ next we shall have the color OF his
eyes!"
! Blanche laughed at his vigor of
! phrase; this was more like the old,
! hot-tempered. sometimes rather over
bearing Sweep. Something had made
! him jump to the conclusion that Scru-
! ton could not possibly have killed Mr..
| Craven, whatever else he might have
! done in days gone by. So it simply
" Gu iiilpODOiDiO, anu any DOuy WIZ tOOh
the other side would have to reckon
henceforth with Sweep Cazalet.
Mr.. Toye already had reckoned with
| him, in a little debate begun outside
| the Old summer schoolroom at Little
ford, and adjourned rather than fin
ished at the iron gate into the road In
her heart of hearts Blanche could not
say that Cazalet had the best Of the
argument. Toye had advanced a gen.
eral rri1ciple with calm ability, but
Ca2oinG could rot he shifted from the
particular position he waa 50 eagcr to
de'aUd and E3ojd c"I over into ali
stract questions to beg them out of
hand
blanche rather thought that neither
quite understood what the other
meant; but she could not blink the
fact that the old friend had neither the
dialectical mind nor the unfailing
courtesy Of the new. That being so,
with her perception she might have
changed the subject; but she could
see lhat CaZalat was thinking of moth
ing else; and no wonder, since they
were approaching the scene of the
tragedy and mis- own old home, with
each long dip of her paddle.
1t had been his own wish to start
upstream but she could see the visit
full pain in his eyes as they fell once
more upon the red turrets and the
smooth green lawn of Uplands; and
she neither spoke nor looked at him
again until he spoke to her
Il see they've got the blinds down
STILL" he said detachcdly. What's
happened to Mrs. Craven?"
Il hear she went into a nursing
home before the funeral"
Il expect we should find Savage
somewhere, Would you very much
mind, Blanche? should rather like
if it was just setting foOt-with you"
But even that effective final pronoun
failed to bring any buoyancy back into
his voice; for it was not in the least
effective as ne said it, and he no long.
er looked her in the face. But this all
seemed natural to Blanche, in the
manifold and overlapping circum-
stances. of the case. She made for the
inlet at the upper end Of the lawn.
And her prompt unquestioning ac-
quiescence shamed Cazalet into further
and franker explanation, before he
could let her land to please him.
You don't know how | feel this!"
he exclaimed quite miseTably. 81 mean |
about poor old Scruton; he's gone |
through SO much as it is, whatever he |
may have done to deserve it long ago. |
Is it conceivable that he should go |
and do thing like this the very mo-
ment he gets out? | ask you, is it
even conceivable?"
Blanche understood him. And now
she showed herself golden to the core,
almost as an earnest of her fitness for
the fires before her.
Poor fellow" she cried, che has a
friend in you, at any rate! And I'll
help you to help him, if there's any
way | can"
He clutched her hand, but only as
he might have clutched mans"
you can't do anything; but l won't
forget that" he almost choked. Il
meant to stand by him in a very differ
ent way. He'd been down to the
depths, and I'd come up a bit; then
he was good to me as lad, and 1t was
my fathers partner who was the ruin
OF him. | seemed to owe him some
thing, and now-now I'll stand by him
whatever happens and-whatever has
happened"
Then they landed in the old old in
let. Cazalet knew every knot in the
post to which he tied Blanche's canoe
1t was a very different place, this
Uplands, from poor old Littleford on
the lower reach. The grounds we're
1--WE or six acres instead of about one,
and a house in quite another class
stood farther back from the river and
very much farther from the road
The inlet began the western bound
airy, which continued past the boat
house in the shape of high hedge, a
lerbaceous border mot what it had J