South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1921-04-29

Dlcky naQ done MS WORK Well i
found that out when I tried to put
together the pieces of torn telegram
which he had dropped. and which I
had secreted. He had torn the yell
low paper into such inhnitesimal bits
that ii was almost an impossibnity
to fit them together again. But for
tunately the reading table in my
fathers room was a large one, and I
cleared everything from it, and with
infinite care spread out every tiny
scrap Of paper so that the written
side was uppermOst Then scru-
tinized these carefully TO find jagged
edges that would fit together.
was able to get the date and
enough Of the word New York to
know that the telegram was sent
from there. But the rest Of the
words foiled me. Some of them had
been torn first horizontally and then
vertically. making it imperative that
the letters as well as the words be
matched. 1t was a seemingly hope
less. endless job. and 1 had almost
given up in despair when from out
Of the tumble in front Of me there
seemed to jump at my eyes a Christ
ian name which knew.
1 felt myself turn cold. If this
were not a coincidence-if the name
belonged to the person 1 feared il did
then. indeed, were all Mai. Grant
lands precautions justified. With
hands that had turned icy, with fin
gers that had stifrened as with rheu-
matism, franucalIy searched
among the maddening fragments for
the surname which 1 was sure was
there.
Dicl1y's voice, low. insistent, sound
ed outside the door.
"NIadge." he said, a note of COM
mand in his voice, 'let me in at
once"
With a sudden reckless determina-
ton I left the pieces Of torn paper
in full view on the table as l I'M
locked the door and swung it open.
1 only made one change, the name
I had put together L pulled apart
Dfcky's face held a curious express
sion he strobe into the room.
Sternness and indignant contempt
were mingled with something very
like fear. But he frowned wither-
ingly at me as his eyes fell upon the
torn pieces Of yellow telegram.
Il thought SOL" he said contemp-
tuously. 80 this is what you are
STOPPING to, is it?"
looked at him with level eyes in
which 7 knew there was no hint or
discOmposure. Whatever lingering
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been buried fathoms deep at the
mere sight OF the name had found
among the torn pieces.
IF you consider IL STOPPING to as
certain by any means possible tho
danger about which you and Maj.
Grantland have made such mys-
terry why I plead guilty 70 your &C
cusation." I said coolly.
He looked at me for a minute and
took refuge in buster.
And when I asked you II you had
seen those pieces Of telegram you
told me a deliberate falseholdi" he
cried. you. with all your high
faluting. Puritan consciencei II
seems to have gone stale. old dear"
The taunt goaded me into icy re-
tort.
Perhaps my associations for the
last few years have had something
20 do with the deterioration OF my
ideals" I said frigidly. and did not
give him time for a retort before
Fastening on:
IF you take the trouble 20 remem-
Der my words correctly, you will
know that said nothing at all about
seeding the pieces Of paper. I neith-
er asserted nor denied. simply
said that I had seen the porter
brushing up the fioor-which was
absolutely true"
We'll. If you want 10 salve your
conscience with that all right"
pic<y said with an ugly intonation
N his tone. IT call II whipping the