The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-09-30

never would he take his life to save himselH trouble or sorrow, but for othersJ sake-and include Mrs. Batesf-he made the sacrifice
 can soe-and I am sure of what I esy-how he realized that tho press and the public would forgive and condone 8 dead man, when, If he lived. the brunt of the whole matter would fall on his beloved college and on the woman he loved and respected.
 3Now-as feel sure he foresaw- such of this story as must be made y ubllc will have far less weight and prominence, than if he were alive. 1 know all this Is so-for l knew John Waring as few people knew him"
 A grateful glance from John War ing's daughter thanked him for this tribute.
 That s1o.OoO check?" rrask said. suddenly,t for his mind was still con- cerned wAh the financial side.
 T thinIA that must have been sent to my mother,' said Anita. She as told you, Returned to the use of her maiden naife. and during our inter- view, my ther told me he should write her lat once and send her money. I fAsl jufe he did do SO"
 Without doubt" Lockwood said. land If so, the letter would have been mailed with the collection next morning. The returning voucher will show"
 Also the letter he wrote my moth CT will corroborate all I have told you" said Anita. and, both her asser- tion and Gordon's later came true.
 q felt" Anita said. by way of fur ther explanation, that Mrs. Bates ought to know all. So, when Mrs. Adams practically put me out of her house, and I had no wish to-accept Mir. Trasks invitation to come over here. nor" smiled affectionately at Lockwood. "could I fall in with your crazy plans-I just went next door and told Mrs. Bates all about it. She was very dear and sweet to me, and now, If you please. I will go back there. I am weary and exhausted-I cannot stand any more. But when you w%nt me l can be found at Mrs. Bates I leave all matters to be de- cided or settled, in the hands of MT Lockwood and Mir. Stone. Fibsey, dear, will you escort me home"
 With a suddenly acquired dignity, Fibsy rose, and stood by her side, and in a moment the two went away together.
 When the boy returned the others were absorbed in the discussion of the mysterious death of John War ing.
 I'm inclined to give it up." Flem- ing Stone said, thinking deeply.
 Don't do 1t. F. Stone" Flbsy said, earnestly. Its better to find out. You never have gave up a case"
 NO. We'll, Fibs. which way shall we look?"
 A strange embarrassment came over the boys face. and then he said, diffldently:
 Say. gentlemen, could I be left alone in this room for a little whileY I don't say I kin find out anythin'- but do wanta try"
 The lapse into careless enunclation told Stone how much in earnest his young colleague was. and he rose, saying: You certainly may, my boy. The rest of us will have conference In some other room as to what part of Miss Austin's story must be made
 Left to himself, Fibsy went at once to the bookcase that held the defaced copy of Martial, that John Waring had been reading the night he died.
 Small wonder that he was nom plrsed, for this was all he read: MARTIALS EPIGRAMS Liber ", Epigram XVIII Qua vicina pluit Vipsanis porta CO., lumbis
 Et madet assiduo lubrlcus imbre lapis.
 In iugulum puer1, qui roscidA tecta suoibat.
 Decidit hiberno praegrSvis unda gelu:
 Cumque peregisset miseri crudelia 1 tata.
 Tabuit in oalido crlnere mucro tener.
 Quid non saeva sibi volnuit Fortuna
 licere?
 Aut ubi non nors est, ei ingulatis | aquae?
 Tns chin in his hands, he bored over the Latin in utter despair, and, rising started for the door.
 Then he paused; T must do 1t my self" he murmured; T must"
 So he hunted the shelves until he found a Latin dictionary.
 He was not entirely unversed in the rrdiments of the language, for Stone had directed his education at such odd hours as he could find time for study.
 And so after some hsrd and labori- ous digging, Fibsy at last gathered the gist of the Latin stanza.
 His eyes shone, and he stared about the room.
 Ut ain't possible" he told him self, "and yet-gee. there ain't noth- ing else possible" He rose and looked out at every window; he noted l the desk to the small rear windows of the room. and back again.
 Its the only thing he reiterated, "the only thing. Oh, gee what! what a thingi'
 He went in search of Stone and found the three men shut In the liv- | ing room and with them was Nogi. Stones persevering efforts, by ad vertisements and circulars, had at last succeeded, and the impassive and noncommittal Japanese was there. and quite willing to tell all he knew.
 Fisby interrupted his story.
 "Go back" he directed, Ito the be- ginning. Let me hear 1t all It's Q. F. F. s.P
 T was attending to my dining room duties" Nogi said, "and I had taken the water tray to the study I was weary and hoped the master would soon retire. So, I occasion ally peeped through the small win dow from the dining room. saw a lady come and make a visit, and then I saw her and I heard her go away. Then I hoped the master would go to bed. But no he was very busy. He wrote letters, he burned He was restless. disturbed. Then he sat at his desk and read his book"
 This one?" cried Fisby. excitedly weaving the Martial.
 q think so-one like that, any way"
 This was the one! Go on." "Then-oh. 1t was strange, Then the master got up, went to the small window at the back of the room"
 (Which one?"
 (''The one by the big globe. and he opened it. But for a mLment-" Did he put his hand out?" Fisby | cried.