Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-11-09
fContinued From Our Last Issue.)
Episode Twelve.
Her Highness I~DteTvenes.
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Toward noon the wind changed,
and about / o'clock 1t began to snow.
Eve. exhausted, lay on the sofa IN
her bedroom. Her step-fatner Jay
on a table in the dance hall below,
covered by a sheet from ms own
bed. And beside him sat trooper
Stormont, waiting. Nv
1t was showing heavily When MT
Lyken, the little undertaken IroI4
Ghost Lake, arrived with several as
sistants, a casket, n WHAT ne cal11N
swell trimmings"
long e Mike C1inch had Sc
lected his own mortuary site anu
had driven a section of iron pipe INTO
the ground on a ferny knoH over
looking Star Pond. In explanation
he grimly remarked to Eve tina after
death he preferred to be planteo
where he could see that Old Harroo S
ghost didn't trespass.
Here two of Mr.. Tyken's able as
sistants dug a grave while the dig
ging was still good; for If Mike
Clinch was to lie underground that
season there might be need Of haste
no weather prophet ever having
successfully forecast. Adlronoack
weather.
: Eve. QduEIe ny ohONh @"A
~sleepless night. was spared the more
narrowing details OF the coroner ;
visit and the subsequent jaunty &C
,~iv;ties of Mr.. Lyken and his efficient
assistants.
she had managed to dress herself
in a black wool gown, intending TO
watch by Mike, but Stormonts punt
authority prevailed and she lay down
for an hours rest.
The hour heightened into many
hours: the girl slept heavily on her
sofa under blankets laid over her
by Stormont.
All that dark, snowy day she slept,
1nercifully unconscious of the pro-
ceedings below.
In its own mysterious way the
news penetrated the wilderness; ana
out of the desolation of forest anu
swamp and mountain drtfted n
neopIe who somehow existed there
= few shy, half wild young girls a
dozen silent, lank men, two or three
of Clinch's W people, VINO STOOD
siIentIy about in the falling snow
and lent a hand whenever requested.
one Iong-shanked youth cut hem
lock to line the grave; others erect
ed a little fence of silver birch
around it, making of the enclosure
a plot"
A gaunt old woman from God
knows where aided Mr.. Lyken at in
tervaIs; a pretty, sulky-eyed girl with
her slovenly, red-headed sister
cooked for anybody who desired
nourishment.
when Mike was ready to hold the
inevitable reception everybody fled
into the dance hall. Mr.. Lyken was
master Of ceremonies; Trooper Stor-
mont stood very tall and straight by
the head of the casket.
Clinch wore a vague, indehnaole
smile and his best clothes-that
same smile which had so troubled
Jose Q~uintana.
Light was fading fast in the room
when the last visitor took silent
leave of Clinch and rejoined h
groups in the kitchen. where were
the funeral baked meats.
Eve still slept. Descending again
from his reconnaissance, Trooper
Stormont encountered Trooper Lam
mis- below.
HAS anybody picked up Quin-
tana's tracks," inquired the former.
mot so far. An Inspector and
two State Game Protectors are out
beyond Owl Marsh. The Troopers
from Five Lakes are oil the job, and
we have enforcement men along
Drowned Valley from The Scaur to
Harrod Place"
Does Darragh know
Yes. He's IN there with Mike.
He brought a lot of flowers from
Harrod Place"
The two Troopers went into She
dance hall where Darragh was ar
ranging the flowers from his green
houses.
stormont said quietly: "All right,
Jim, but Eve must not know that
they came from Harrod's."
. Darragh nodded: 'How is she,
Jack2'
ATM"
do you know the story?"
Eyes. Mike went into Drowned
Valley early last evening after Quin-
tana. He. didn't come back. Before
dawn this morning Eve located
Quintana, set a bear trap for him,
md caught him with the goods"