The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1929-03-22


at its deepest part. The Seymour,
boys were fishing from it when itl
gave way. rather think the norton
children were found near there. too. a
Appleton turned to the estimate.
lyon see, Mr.. Pelham, these tragl
edies might have been. averted II the
owner had seen I'll, to expend sixty
four dollars and eighteen cents. IL
was owing to my influence that the
lake was completely filled in, and the
stream feeding it was diverted to the
lower lake. Instead of five acres of
water filed with stunps, which made
fishing difficult, Mr.. Handy has now
a twenty-acre lake with good bass
and trout in 1t and not q pickerel TO-
do damage. + have fished there ev-
cry year. and know. ! wonder 4
Mr.. Hanby would extend the cours
tesy to meg
"I'll answer for him." said Pelham.
"T'm a fisherman myself. Thank you
for what you've told me-"
'.svelI2r Douglas asked, little Iats
er. "Get what you wanted7"
sand more, said Pelham. The
Gray house has A. dismal atmosphere
about it, TO my way OF thinking. Ap-
pleton seems to think that for less
than sixty-five dollars all those lives
might have been saved"
81 think he's right said the 9TH
er. .The old lake was within few
yards Of the house. and very deep
1t was too much Of a temptation TO-
children. The hanks were steep, too
as ! recall them" q
Then you don't believe In the
curse theory?"
Douglas lighted a cigar before an
.swering PeIham's question
SIN my office. during business hours.
the idea seems silly: but sometimes,
when can't sleep at night, I'm not
so sure. I've Highland blood in my
veins, remember. and race memories
of haunted houses. and curses that
descend from generation to genera
ton. Don't ask me. Bill"
.You give me the same sort Of
comfort that Appleton does. He tells
me, what crrtlles my blood, and then
explains it all away by carpenters s:
estimate that missed the mark"
1t was not a very comfortable mo-
tor trip for the Hanbys. When Junior
drove. his father thanked God TINT
his will was made and his affairs
we're IN order. When Handy was at
the wheel, his son struggled between
feeling Of pride that his progeni
tor still had his nerve left. and a
fear that never again would he tread
the campus at New Haven.
sCorking roadr' Junior commented,
when Pine Plains was in sight
s'Was II a road?" his father de-
manded. SIN relieved to know that.
thought 1t was race track
,sWhere's the Gray house?"
.We passed it on the last lap"
sYou might have pointed II out TO
me- remarked young Handy.
"sEty? l thought. rs we went ID
thar neither OF US would ever have
TIE opportunity TO inhablt it.''
Junior laughed.
sThis old bus can certainly clip
on the, milestonesl !"
..sDont boast. You only scratched
the one you hit"
st beats me-" his son remarked
philosophically, "why cows don't
know their own minds. didn't
dream that beast was going to give
us a race"
aSlow down, Juniorl !" his sire com
manded. We've got to stand well
in this community"
Hilton Handy stepped from the car
| to be, greeted by the local police chief
and an officer from Kingston.
"This s'my son. Sherlock Gaboriau
Handy" he said. rs the inquest
over?'
"Yes." said the local man. Il wish
you'd been here before"
aAny clew to the murderer" Junior
asked.
Junior smiled. He knew exactly
how It would be.
"But there's a mighty interesting
DEVELOPMENT. This fellow Kerr
wasn't Kerr at ALL He had d whole
string OF allases. We finger printed
him, and fitted the right name to
him. Your .earetaker, Mr.. Handy.
was Red Chaplin. wanted for most
| everything up to murder"
.That's interesting, Handy ex-
Isciaimed. "A murderer murdered r
He was NOT pleased TO think that
such man had been In his employ,
although engaged by an agent.
"His references was stolen from
some Spanish war veteran named
Kerr. Wen find Sout all about It
soon. Also he had Kerr's discharge
papers and medal. Want to look
at him, sir?"
mot on your iifei" said Handy,
who detested morbid things
ard like to-" Junior suggested.
(TO BE CONTINUED.l