New Britain herald., 1922-09-05

me of your experience with tn, Philip Carew who wished to speal With you, and before this letter abou my father came to me, might have visited medium without thinking SC much about what l was doing
 ''l want to be very sure that, wher I try 1t will be through some fit. ting person-that nothing about m, approach to him will degrade him ol lead me into danger of offending ol losing or ever misunderstanding him For that reason, would be yer, glad If you could write me whateve, you think will help me; you know low little I know about these mat ters; and do not know whom to ap- proach here. IL would be far bet ter for me If you could happen tc be here. Oh. am not asking that But if you find we've nothing more to gain by remaining near the rock come down here and I'll wait for you
 Your friend,
 ETHEL CAREW."
 She was little quivery as she un- dressed and made ready for bed. II was difficult when living among the articles chosen and arranged by Agnes and so expressive of her tire less vitality, to believe that she could have been completely obiterated.
 There was a large, flat package from London, tied with cord and stamped with English postage; the censor had opened it, sealed it again and sent it on. The paper bore the legend "Photographs.'
 She found three photographs, all identical, of group of young men ir uniform who appeared to be officers of the Canadian and of the American armies. The faces were all strange to Ethel until, with start which stopped the beat of her heart, she recognized Barney Loutrele. In each of the prints his identity was unmis- takable. m.
 Her Uncle Lucas called early the next morning to ask what she was doing about her business matters When she said that she had failed to obtain help. he told her he had de- cided to protect" her interests in the projects under way.
 That afternoon she received d let ter from Barney in which he re- ported that upon his return to the Rock he had found affairs just as she had left them.
 T have seen no one from St. Flor entin." Barney continued. But I think that Kincheloe has got out. l have found an Indian who saw stranger about three days ago who, I think, is the fellow that slept in that shack opposite Rest Cabin, Miss Carew,. From what l can make out from Ozbee he was an old man who seemed a bit off his head from ex- posture, perhaps. Anyway, he seemed wholly purposeless and harmless, and I think we were wrong in connecting him up with our affair. l couldn't obtain any better description of him than he was tall and grayhaired and wore short mitten on his right hand as the ends of his fingers were off"
 This determined Ethel to telegraph Barney to come at once to Chicago. But before him, two others took the train from Quesnel for Chicago Lucas Cullen, Senior and his wife. A nd upon the day of their arrival the first news confirming the assumption of Agnes death reached the city.
 It came to l ucas Cullen, Junior, Tn a communication not dissimilar to that letter which had awaited Ethel tt Scott street; but Lucas letter in stead of being from an unknown l ,erson, was from an English peer of reputation for his work n sciences He wrote to report a nessage which he haH received from he other world which stated that Agnes Cullen having become cog lizant, in the next existence, that un- certainty a sto her death was causing confusion in this world, wished it ,nown positively that she was dead
 CHAPTER XI.
 Lucas Cullen, Senior, received in- ormation of this extraordinary bit # intelligence soon after his arrival t his sons home.
 What are you considering doing?" is son inquired.
 Lucas laughed as he liked to laugh when planning shrewd and clever cup, Hale Sir Horace Clebourne nto court, of course, to swear for IS that Oliver's wife is dead. Then when we have our English ruling, ve'll carry it into our courts on the erity-is that a good, legal sounding word, Luke?"
 T think it will do," Luke said.
 "On the verity of the death Of our