Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-01-16
THIS BEaINs THE STORY

sorsss;;,oas hts ;dentitv. aaT states mat bs
:sss ssiis'sG *. Tsy,ss Ss::sS I: S.si
n, ::s,ss e riSs tss. o;a * s%se,sssS y y
Sor,on, but tctth "a eertgin aD,otrtt o.
oses sss ssy' sss TX iarSe @ !s sSD ssrs
Y, hs "a isdyiro her nc 70 seen BY oeoJ-
Ga re, fsrcssss; srosisSos ns on TGs'se sis re-
Tn't tayn 70 Imns's hopse. Her gnardion ~
sis LENDING s, ,orsK r,, y. s, sss ;sss. sss
;f.ss.s Ssss. di;Sss,;, stsssss 'tS" ,.e, sS sss
sS' 1sH' s..s II: Ss SySpen 90 Ia " qrs rsr .r:, rSs
4 .SSS has recoortotd hip, as ths stranoer
beside ,he seaS 1'nS, ,,ss ssdY os,tst 60 70 L9s 1s
sen ssnS =" tbe FortGrc Hunter. msets oarrV
cnrson, q rough Diamond Of hsS ud;t-
fsria0 days, Who oOe'S 70 "e'p ""''
AND HERE IT CONTINUES
j uxyoU'RE one of the best, but I
I think / shall have to get out Of
1D Garry Cannon rubbed his chin re-
..iook here, old son, IL you'd like
ma TO stand by. can hang around this
nlace. you know" lie said, suddenly.
.,Isn't there Il local / can put up in
Snbody need know that we've ever met
bafoto' and you might want me before
| you're out Of the wood
Stf I do, I'll let you know. No
nm Don't you bother about me! It's
been good to zee you Garry turned
back toward the cnr. ,,,
T don't ha Z like leaving you.' he
said. reluctantly. The Fortune Hunt
\ kr laughed.
'1rbe man hasn't been born yet who can
hand me white feather" Cannon
ami ed ruefully. -
tatively.
The Fortune Hunter made no reply.
'And you take my advice before it'G
roo late" Garry Cannon went on. I'M
| nressiyey. "If ehes good woman,
| eli her the truth, and you can cave
be rest TO her If she's bad 'un
well, It doesn't matter what you tell
her." 80.
blerstand tho logic of those words. To
lhds way Of thinking, no good woman
Nrould understand the first impulse that
mad led him into this folly. or the great
Temptation that had kept him there.
Love had made coward of him,
which nothing else could have done.
Would his luck hold?
Was Garry Cannon right in that,
l too? He tried hard TO think so, us he
| watched his friend drive slowly away
down the winding lane; but he felt
more lonely than ever before when the
handsome car had disappeared and he
| stood there alone in the sunshine.
Why had he not gone with Garry?
What was the use of delaying? The
end would haye to be an ignominlous
flight sooner or later, unless, az Garry
bad said, the luck still held! But the
Fortune Hunter would not have been
even family optimistic If he had glanced
10 where the sloping bank that bor-
dered the road was topped by thick
bushes. for Tommy had been standing
there for the last quarter of an hour.
MS thin face peaked with cunning and
his whole body strained to catch what
THE two men had been saying. And.
Jthough much Of their conversation had
Escaped him, he had heard enough to
give him the gist OF the story and 20
confirm the vague suspicious that had
elseady sprung up in his twisted mind.
i The Fortune Hunter was fraud /,
The man who had died so tragically
lin the woods that day was the real
John Smith. his sisters lover, and
this man had taken his place.
Without any real reason for It, he
hated the Fortune Hunter; perhaps his
Iwas the kind of warped nature that
had no love for any one. not even his
sister.
| A fraud! An impostor His whole
body shook with excitement as he
lIouehed there behind the bushes, wait
Ing for the Fortune Hunter to walk on
{lnd out OF sight down the road.
/ lie was not quite sure In his own
tn!Rd what he intended 20 DO. For the
lnoment the knowledge OF the revenge
lying to his hand was all sufficient; he
plugged II to him as m!ser hugs his
IBold, gloating over it, rejoicing in it
hs presently he dragged himself back
10 the village. He called at Long End
Iottage as he passed, but there was no
Ianswer to his knock, and when he tried
the latch he found that the door was
ocked. and a man passing along the
road outside called to him that Fernie
bad gone to London on the morning
brain.
Tommy stared! It was an unheard-
f thing for Fernie to 90 far beyond the
boundaries Of Somerton.
Gone 10 London" he echoed
blankly.
"Yes, see him mesGlf He was talk.
Ing to Mr.. Harring on the platform
when the train came in."
"Oh ! said Tommy bIankly. He felt
disappointed. This meant that for the
present there was nobody In whom he
Lop.d conhde his discovery.
} He walked back home disconsolately.
md encountered the Fortune Hunter at
Pie garden gate.
1t was characteristics of him that lie
thou'd greet in friendly fashion the man
IFaose ruin ne hoped to encompass.
,,huIIo. Topping morning, isn't it,"
Topping" the Fortune Hunter an
lwsFed absently; then he stopped and
turned. by the way, ! found those
tnake ek!ns yestesday-they're in my
Ioom II you care to have them.
Tommy beamed. "Oh, thanks
hanks Gwfully. III come and fetch
lhem directly"
The Fortune Hunter walked on 10.
gard the house, and Tommy stood look
Lhg after him, his teeth set and his eyes
You called mo poor, nlrtrablo lit.
worm. uld you - he said under his
Irrath. "Woll-l'Il show you that the
lSoF,n can turll--and before very long,
The gong for dinner had sounded
atough the house before Mr.. Harding
Ieinrned from London.
ne came IN breathlcssly, and met
Rnne In the hall.
80 sorry In lat, my dear" he
tpoloGsed. Il lost the train intended
eatch home. Has the gong gone? /
uluT led nil I nn,II 4