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Show n jmMll&rML & & Wdine gkeen l V AlJwl , fSlzmM i&SWLi AUTHOR OP THE LEAVENWORTH CASE" " , i ffT A WffttRB H 1mmM i A n MTfffiFIUailVAa"TlffiH0D5OFTUnVNlII5PEraNOPH sA(' J5wMBSHl aH B- SYNOPSIS. B ' QcorKo Anderson and wlfo a re (- marlcuJilo looking man coino out of tho InsBBB. Clermont liutul, look nruund furtively, PJIJPJK wash hla bunds In tho snow Htul If""" " PJPJPJPJPM Commotion attracts them to tho Clormoitt, PJPJPJr where It Is found that tho beautiful Miss ! Kdlth Clinllonor has fallen dead. Andyr- ! eon doscrlbes tho man ho Haw wash hla B hands In tho itnow. Tho hotel m-tnacer PJPJPJPJPJl declares hlm to bo Orlando Ilrothorson. Physicians find that Miss Challoner was stabbed and not shot, which seems to clear Ilrothorson of suspicion. Oryce, an OKed dotcctlvn, nnd Sweetwater. hU as- 1 slstant. take up the case Mr. Challoner J tells of a hatch of lotters found In his V daughter's dosk. signed "O. H." All nro f lovo letters except one, which shows thnt B iho writer was displeased. This Utter Ml t Vaa signed by Orlando Brotherson. Ami- V7 fcijon (roes with Hwcotwuter to Identify ilrothorson, who Is found In n tcnemont BS, under tho name of Dunn. Ho Is an i in- BV vontor. Hrotherson tells the coronor Miss Challoner repulsed him with scorn when ho offered her his lovo. Sweetwater re- ; calls tho mystery of the murdar of a Hi washerwoman In which some details wero Ml similar to tho Challoner affair. Chal- I Jonor admits his duuehter wan deply ln- r; tcrcstcd. If not In lovo with Ilrotherson. M. Sweetwater Rots lodirlnjfft In the same fl building with Brotherson. Ho watches tho inventor at work at nlRht and Is de- tected by tho latter The detective moves to a room ndjolnln Krotherson's. lie '' bores a hole In the wall to spy on Droth- jd crson. Ho visits hlm and nsilsts the In- ventor In his work. A rirl sent by Hwaot- water with Edith Challoner's letters Is B ordered out by nrothcrson. Ho declares B 1 tho letters wero not written by him. Swectwator Is unmasked by Drothrson, c who declares ho recognized hlm at onoo. M ' CHAPTER XX-Contlnued. H ( V "Letters!" Fury thickened the H j speaker's voice, nnd lent a savage H J gleam to his oyo. "Forgeries! Make 5 bellovcBl Miss Challoner never wroto B ft tho drlvol you daro to deslgrvate an let- H n tcro. It was concocted at polloo hoad- H j quarters. They mude me tell my story L- and then they found some one who m could wield tho poetic pen. I'm H 1' obliged to thorn for tho confidence H they show in my credulity. I credit K. MIbb Challoner with such worda as B, have boon given mo to road hero to- Bi day? I knew tho lady, and I know my-K my-K self. Nothing that passed between us, V not an event In which we were both H V ' concorned, haB been forgotten by mo, H J - and no foaturo of our Intercourse (Its Hi tho languago you have ascrlbsd to B! her. On tho contrary, there Is a la- H mentablo contradiction between faots K bb thoy woro and tho fancies you luuro tea. tt t I0M .lH?fnln',"lffy "- Anit fhlii.nii.ynir r-,rT,"r,'mu8t acknowledge, not only proves H I their falsity, but exonerates Miss Chal- H loner from all- possible chargo of sen- Vf tlmontallty." Hi-,' "Yet she certainly wroto those let- mM? tern. Wo had them from Mrl Cballon- E, er. Tho woman who brought them was Hj really her maid. We have not do- H colvod you In this." HH "I do not bollovo you." 9 It was not offensively BaW; but the ju conviction It oxprcssod was absolute. KS Bwootwater recognized the tone, na A ono of truth, nnd Inwardly laid down HM his unns. He could nover llko the '' man; thoro was too much Iron in hla B flbor; but he had to acknowledge that K as a foa ho wns Invulnerable and K theroforo admirable to ono who had W tho good nonso to npproclnto him. HViii "I do not wnnt to bellevo you." HjiCi "1 uo noi wani to dbiiovo you. K Thus did nrothcrson supplement his 3, former sontenco. "For if I woro to nt- H'f trlbuto those letters to her, I should K havo to acknowledge that thoy wore H written to another man than myself. H And this would bo nnythlng but H agrceabla to mo. Now I am going to B ' my room nnd to my work. You may H spend tho rest of tho ovonlng or the B wliolo night, If you will, listening at B tlmt hole. As heretofore, tho labor B will bo all yours, and tho iudlfference B mlno." B A With a satirical piny of feature B I which could hardly bo called a smile, C j bo nodded and left tho room. H ) CHAPTER XXI. fl A Change. B "It's nil up. I'm beaten on my own B ground." Thus confessed Sweetwater, B in grent dejoctlon, to himself. "Dut B I'm going to taka advantage of the B -, permission he's just given mo and con- B tlnuo tho listening net. Just because l ' ho told mo to and just bocauso ho ; thinks I won't I'm suro It's no worse H than to spend hours of restless toss Bv lug tin bed, trying to sloop." B' Dut our young detective did neither. f3Hb As ho was putting his supper dishes Ss away, a messenger boy knockod at his gr door and handed him a note. It was fBj from Gryce and ran thus: flkj "Steal off, if you can, and ns soon 5 as you can, nnd moot me in Twonty- Bau ninth street. A discovery has been fffijjVf made which altera tho whole situn- wIIl ' ' t,on" MM CHAPTER XXII. PpjM O, ti. Again. $$. "What's happoiied? Something very jfm& ) Important? I ouyht to hopo so nfter mm I this confounded fatturo?" 'tigm ' "Failure? Dldu't ho read the lot- $B ter"r 5 , "Yes, ho road them. Hod to, but ho 2m, -M denies everything, Said alio would S0 1 nover havo wrltton such letters to fJlEj hlm; oven oes so far as to declare jB 1 that if sho did write them -(ho must B be strangoly Ignorant of her .ind- B writing) they were meant for tome B pthe man thou himBOif, All rot, but " A hitch of the shoulder conveyed Sweotwutcr's disgust. His uniform good nnturo wns strangely disturbed. "Ho says thnt, docs ho? Come, now! prejudice aside, what's your honest opinion of tho man yoti'vo had under your eye nnd car for threo solM weeks? 8poak up, my boy." "I can't. I hnto tho fellow. I hnto anyone who mnkes me look ridiculous. Ile well, well, If you'll hnvo It, sir, I will say this much. If It weren't for that blasted coincidence of tho two deaths equally mysterious, cqunl-ly cqunl-ly under his oyo, I'd stnke my life on his honesty. Dut that coincidence stumps mo nnd nnd a sort of feeling I havo hero." It Is to bo hoped that the slap he gave his breast, at this point, cnrrled off some of his superfluous emotion. "You can't account for n feeling, Mr. Oryco. The man has no heart. He's as hnrd as rocks." "You'vo found no evidence against him?" "N no." "Then listen to this. Tho test with the letters failed, because what he said about them wns true. Thoy were not meant for him. Miss Challoner had another lover." i "Only anothor? I thought there wero a half-dozen, nt least." "Another whom Bhe favored. The letters found In her possession not the ones sho wroto herself, but thotio which were written to her over the slgnnturo O. D. were not all from the same hand. Experts havo been busy with them for a week, and their reports re-ports aro unanimous. The O. D. who wrote the threatening lines acknowledged acknowl-edged to by Orlando Brotherson, was not tho O. D. who penned all of those love letters. Tho similarity In tho writing writ-ing mlBlcd ub at first, but once tijo doubt was raised by Mr. Challoner's discovery of nn allusion in ono of them which pointed to nnother writer than Mr. Brotherson. and experts had no dlfllculty In reaching tho decision I havo mentioned." "Two O. D.'b! Isn't that incredible, Mr. Qrvoo?" wr. ury07 "Yes, it Is incredible; but tho in-'credible in-'credible is not the Impossible. The man you've been shadowing denies that these expresslvo effusions of Miss Challoner wero meant for him. Let us oeo, then, if wo can find tho man thoy wore meant for." "Tho second O. B.?M "Yes." Sweetwater's face lnr'intly lit up. "Do you mean that I after my egregious failure am not to bo kept on the dunce's sent? That you will glvo me this how job?" "Yes. Wo don't know of a better man." "Tho superintendent how does ho feel about It?" "He was the first ono to mention you." "And the' Inspector?" "Is glad to see us on a now tack." A pauso, during which tho cagor 1 1 "Dear Little Dorlst" light In tho young dotectlvo'B eye clouded over. Presently ho remarked: "How will tho llndlng of anothor O. D. alter Mr. Drothorson's position? To my mlud, this discovery of a moro favored fa-vored rival, brings In an element of motlvo which may rob our self-reliant frlond of some of his complacency. Wo may furthor, rather than dostroy, our enso against Brotluirsoa by locating locat-ing n second O, II," Mr. Gryco's eyes twinkled. , "Thnt won't make your task any moro Irksome," lie smiled. "Tho loop wo thus throw out Is as likely to catch Ilrothorson ns hlB rival." "Tho prospect grows pleasing. Where am I to look for my man?" "Your ticket is bought toDorby, Pa. It he Is not omployed in tho grent factories fac-tories thoro, wo do not know whoro to find him. Wo havo no othor clue." "I see. It's a short journey I have before mo," "You will start tomorrow." "Wish It wero today." "And you will first Inquire, not for O. D., that's too Indoflnlte; hut for a young girl by the namo of Doris Scott ' t She holds tho cluo; or rathor sh6 is the cluo to this second O. D." "Another womanl" "No, a child well, I won't say child exactly; sho must bo sixteen." "Doris Scott." "Sho lives In Dorb'y: Derby Is a small place. You will have no trouble In finding this child. It was to her Miss Challoner's last letter was addressed. ad-dressed. The ono " "I begin to seo." "No, you don't', Swcetwator. Tho affair af-fair Is as blind as your hat; nobody socs. We're just feeling nlong a thread. 0. B.'s letters tho renl O. B., I moan, are the manlloBt offuslons possible pos-sible He's no moro of n milksop than this Brotherson; nnd unllko your In-domltablo In-domltablo friend he seems to have some heart. I only wish he'd glvo us some facts; they would hnvo been serviceable. Dut tho letters reveal nothing excopt that ho know Doris. Ho writes in ono of them: 'Doris Is learning to ombrolder. It's llko a fairy woavlng a cobweb!' Doris isn't a very common name. She must bo the same little girl to whom MIbb Challoner wroto from time to time." ' "Wns this letter Blgned O. B.7" "Yes; they all are. The only difference dif-ference botween his letters and Broth-erson's Broth-erson's 1b this: Drothorson's retain the date and address; the second O. B.'s do not" "How not? Torn off, do you mean?" "Yee, or rnther, neatly cut away; and as none of the envelopes were kept, the only means by which we ean locate the writer is through this girl Doris." "If I remember rightly Miae Challoner's Chal-loner's letter to this child was free from all mystery." "Quite so. It is as open as the day. That Is why It has been mentioned as showing the freedom of Miss Challoner's Challon-er's mind five minutes before that fatal fa-tal thrust" Sweetwater took up the sheet Mr. Gryco pushed towards him and re-read these lines: "Dear Little Doris: "It Is a smowy night, butitJsjOL bright inside sad I Teirrho,rch!ir In mind or body. I hope it is so in the little cottage of Derby; that my little friend is as happy with harsh winds blowing from the mountains as she was on the summer day she came to see me at this hotel. I like to think of her as cheerful and beaming, rejoicing re-joicing in tasks which make her so womanly and sweet Sho 1b often, often in my mind. "Affectionately your friend, "EDITH A. CHALLONER." "That to n child of sixteen 1" "Just BO." "D-c-r-1-B spells something besides Doris." "Yet thero is a Doris. Remember that O. B. says in ono of his letters, 'Doris is learning to embroider." "Yes, I remember thnt." "So you must first And Doris." "Very good, sir." "And as Miss Challoner's letter was directed to Derby, Pa., you will go to Derby." "Yes, sir." "Anything more?" "I've boon rending this letter ngaln," "It's worth It" "Tho last sentence expresses a hopo." "That has beon noted." Swootwnter's oyos slowly roso till thoy restod on Mr. Gryco's fnco: "I'll cling to tho throad you'vo given me. I'll work myself through tho labyrinth laby-rinth bofore us till I reach him." Mr. Gryco smiled; but thoro was moro ago, wisdom nnd sympathy for youthful enthusiasm In thnt smile than thero wns confidence or hope. CHAPTER XXIII. Doris. "A young girl named Doris Scott?" The stntlon-mnster looked eomo-what eomo-what sharply nt tho man ho wns addressing, ad-dressing, nnd decided to glvo tho direction di-rection usked. "Thoro is but ono young girl In town of that nnme," ho declared, "and sho lives In that little house you see Just beyond tho works. But let mo tell you, Rtranger," he wont on with Bomo precipitation But hero ho was called off, nnd Sweetwntor lost tho conclusion of his warning, If warning It wns meant to be. This did not troublo tho detective detect-ive Ho stood a moment, tnklng In the prospoct; decided thnt tho works nnd tho works alono made the town, nnd stnrted for tho houso which had been pointed out to hlm. His way lay through tho chief bUBlnoBs stroot, and greatly preoccupied by his orrund, ho gave but n passing glanco to the rows on rows of workmen's dwellings stretching nwny to tho loft In seemingly seem-ingly ondloBs porspoctlvo. Yet In that glanco ho cortnlnly took In tho fact that tho sidewalks wero blocked with people and wondered If It woro n holiday. holi-day. If so, It, must bo an enforced one, for tho fnceB showod little Joy. Possibly a strlko wns on. Tho nnx-lety nnx-lety ho overywhero Bnw pictured on young faces nnd old, nrgued Bome trouble; but If tho troublo was that YissssssWtsssssli iiia why wero nil heads turnod Indifferently Indifferent-ly from Uio works, and why wero tho works themselves in full blast? These questions ho may have asked himself and he may not His attention atten-tion was entirely centered on tho houso ho saw boforo him and on the possible developments awaiting him thero. Nothing olso mnttered. Briskly Brisk-ly ho stopped out along tho sandy road, nnd after n turn or two which led him quite nwny from tho works and Its surrounding buildings, ho enmo out upon tho highway nnd this houso. It was a low and unpretentious ono, and hnd but ono distinguishing foaturo. foa-turo. Tho porch which hung well over tho doorstep wns unique In shnpo and gnve nn nlr of pIcturosquencBi to an otherwlso slmplo exterior; a pic-turesqueness pic-turesqueness which wns much enhanced en-hanced in Its effort by tho background of llllmitablo forest, which united the foreground of thlB pleasing picture with the great chain of hills which held the works nnd town In its amplo ,basln. As ho approached tho doorstop, his mind involuntarily formed an anticipatory anticip-atory image of the child whose first stitches in embroidery wero llko a fairy's weaving to tho strong man who worked In oro and possibly figured out bridges. That she would prove to bo of Uie ancient type, common among working girls giftod with an Imagination Imagina-tion they have but scant opportunity to exercise, ho had little doubt ' He was therefore groatly taken aback, when at his first step upon the porch, the door before him flow open and ho beheld In the dark recess beyond be-yond a young woman of such bright and blooming beauty that ho hardly noticed her expression of extremo anxiety, till she lifted her hand and laid an ndmonltory finger softly on Her Up: , "Hush!" she whispered, with an earnestness which roused him from his absorption and restored him to the full meaning of this encounter, "There is sickness In tho house and we are rptaaa2ousla.)rcvf errand an important im-portant one? If not " Tho faltering falter-ing break in the fresh, young voice, the look she cast bohlnd her into the darkened interior, were eloquent with the hope that ho would recognize her Impatience and pass on. And bo ho might havo done so he would have done under all ordinary circumstances. But if this was Doris and he did not doubt tho fact attor that first moment of startled surprlso how daro ho forego this opportunity of settling tho question which had brought him hero. With a slight stammer but otherwise other-wise giving no ovidenco of the effect mad? upon him by the passlonato Intensity In-tensity with which sho hnd urged this plea, ho assured her that his errand was Important, but one so quickly told that it would delay her but a moment mo-ment "But first," Bald ho, with very natural caution, "lot mo mnko suro that If In in Mlna Doris Rrntt T nm mai ii is iu iuiBu uuiia ocuiv. i uiu speaking. My errand la to hor and her only." Without showing any surprlso, perhaps per-haps too ongrossed in her own thoughts to feel any, sho nnswored with slmplo dircctnoss, "Yes, I nm Doris Scott." Whereupon ho beenmo his most persunslvo self, nnd pulling out n folded paper from his pockot, oponod it and held it boforo her, with these words: "Then will you bo so good ns to glanco nt this lottor and toll mo If tho person whoso initials you will find nt tho bottom hnppeus to bo in town nt tho present moment?" In some nstonishment now, sho glanced down nt tho sheet thus boldly thrust beforo her, nnd recognizing tho 0 and tho B of n woll-known signature, signa-ture, sho flashed a look back nt Sweetwater Sweet-water In which ho rend n confusion of emotions for which ho wns hnrdly pro-pared. pro-pared. "Ah," thought he, "It's coming. In anothor moment I shall hear what will repay mo for tho trials nnd dlBnp-polntmonts dlBnp-polntmonts of nil theso months." Hut tho moment passed and ho had hoard nothing. Instead, sho dropped her handB from tho door-Jamb and Kuve such unmlstnkablo evidences of Intended flight, thnt but ono alternative alterna-tive romnlned to htm; he bocamo abrupt ab-rupt Thrusting tho paper still nonror, ho said, with an emphasis which could not fall of making an lmprosslon, "Head It. Read tho whole letter. You will flnd your namo thero. This communication com-munication was nddrossed to Miss Challoner, but" Oh, now sho found words! With n low cry, sho put out her hand In quick entreaty, (begging him to doslst and not speak that nnmo on any protoxt or for ar y purpose "Ho may rouso nnd hear, ' sho explained, with anothor anoth-or quick ook bohlnd hor. "Tho doctor doc-tor Bays hat thlB Is the critical day. Ho may ocomo conscious any minute, min-ute, if h i should nnd woro to hoar that nnm it might kill him." "Ho!" Swootwater porked up his ears, "wio do you mean by ho?" "Mr. Brotherson, my patlont, ho whose letjor " But hero hor Impa- 'J BsBBBsnaaa eBtssBBsflksBsl V tienco roso above overy other consideration. consid-eration. Without attempting to finish her sentenco, or yielding In the least to hor curloBlty or Interest in this man's errand, sho cried out with smothered intensity, "Got go. 1 cannot can-not stay another moment from his bedside" But a thunderbolt could not hnve movod Sweetwater aftej, tho hearing of that name "Mr. Brotherson!" ho echoed. "Brotherson! Not Orlnndo?" "No, no; his name Is Oswald. Ho's tho manager of theso works. Ho's sick with typhoid. Wo aro caring for him. If you belonged here you would know that much. Thoro! that's his voice you hear. Go, if you have any moroy." And sho began to push to tho door. But Sweetwater was lmporvlous to all hint With onger eyes straining into tho shadowy depths just visible ovor her shoulder, ho listened eagerly for tho disjointed words now plainly to bo heard in soma near-by but unseen un-seen chamber. "Tho second O. B.!" ho Inwardly declared. "And he's a Brotherson also,, and sick! Miss Scott," ho whlsperlngly entreated as her hand fell In manifest despair from the door, "don't send me away yet I'vo a quostlon of the greatest Importance to put you, and one minute more cannot make any difference to him. Listen! thoeo cries are the cries of delirium; he cannot mlBS you; ho's not even conscious." con-scious." "He's calNng out In bis sleep. He's calling her, just as he has called for the last two weeks. But he will wake conscious or he will not wako at all." The anguish trembling in that latter lat-ter phrase would have 'attracted Sweetwater's earnest, it not pitiful, attention nt any othor tlmo, but now he had ears only for the cry which at that moment camo ringing shrilly from within , "Edith! Edith!" The living shouting for the dead! A heart still warm Bending forth its longing to the pierced and pulseless ono, hidden in a far-off tomb! To Sweetwater, who had seen Miss Challoner Chal-loner burled, this summons of distracted dis-tracted love camo with weird forco. Then the present regained its sway. Ho heard her name again, and this time It sounded less like a call and more like the welcoming cry of mooting moot-ing spirits. Was death to end this separation? Had he foud tho true O. B., only to behold another and final Boal fall upon this closoly folded mystery? mys-tery? In his fear of this possibility, ho caught at Doris' hand as she was about to bound away, and eagorly asked: "When wns Mr. Brotherson taken 111? Tell mo, I entreat you; tho exact day and, If you can, the exact hour. Moro depends upon this than you can readily realize." She wronched hor hand from his, panting with lmpntienco and a vague "Hush!" alarm. But sho nnswored him distinctly: dis-tinctly: "On tho twenty-fifth of last month. Just nn hour nftor ho was made manager. mana-ger. Ho foil In a faint nt tho works." Tho day tho vory day of Miss Chal-lonor'H Chal-lonor'H death! "Had ho henrd did you toll hlm then or uftorwnrds what happened in Now York on that vory date?" "No, no, wo hnvo not told him. It would havo killed him and mny yet." "Edith! Edith!" como again through tho hush, a hush so deep thn; Sweotwntor received tho impression that tho house was empty savo for patient pa-tient and nurso. This discovery hnd Its offoct upon him. Why should ho subject this young nnd loving girl to furthor pnln? Ho had already lenrnod moro than ho had expected to. Tho rost would como with tlmo. But at tho first Intimation ho gave of leaving, sho lost her abstracted ab-stracted air and turnod with absolute cagornoss towards him. "Ono moment," Bald sho. "You aro a strangor and I do not know your namo or your purposo hero. But I cannot let you go without begging you not to mention to anyone In this town thnt Mr. Brotherson hns any interest in tho lndy whoso namo wo must not speak. Do not repeat thnt dollrlous- ft cry you hnvo henrd or betray In any P wny our intenso nnd fearful lntorcst in this young lady's strange death. You have Bhbwn mo a letter. Do not speak of that letter, I entreat you. Help us to retain our secret a llttlo-longer. llttlo-longer. Only the doctor nnd myself know what awaits Mr. Brotherson it he lives. I had to tell tho doctor, but a doctor reveals nothing. Promise that you will not either, at least till tho-crisis tho-crisis Ib passed. It will help my father fa-ther and it will help me; and we need. r-s all tho hep wo enn got" j Sweetwater allowed himself on- V mlnuto of thought, thon he earnestly J replied: 1 "I will keep your secret for today,. ,4 and longer, if possible." "Thank you," Bho cried; "thank you. ' I thought I saw kindness in your face" And Bho again prepared to close-the close-the door. i But Swootwater had one more quostlon quos-tlon to ask. "Pardon me," said he, a ( ho stepped down on tho walk, "you. say that this Is a critical day with your patlont. Ib that why every ona whom 'I have seen so far wears such a. look of anxiety?" "Yes, yes," sho cried, gtvlng him 1 one other gllmpso of hor lovely, ngi- j tatcd face "There's but ono fooling. 3 In town today, but ono hopo, and, as I I beilove, but one prayor. That tha man whom every one loves and every 1 one trusts mny Uvo to run theso 1 works." I "Edith! Edith!" roso in ceasoless reiteration from within. 1 But it rang but faintly now in tha I oars of our detective. Tho door had fallen to, nnd Sweetwater's share lt I tho anxlotleB of that household wa I over. 1 Slowly ho moved away. He was ia 1 a confused yot elated condition oi ft mind? Here was food for a thoasanft J& new thoughts and conjoptur.es. ATTf""f - "-f lando Brotherson and an &..a.J i- Brothorson relatives possibly, atron I gers possibly; but whether relatives I or strangers, both given to signing their letters with their Initials sln fl" ply; and both tho acknowledged ad A mlrers of tho deceased Miss Cballoo I er. But sho had loved only ono, an$ I that ono, Oswald. It was not difficult 3 to recognize tho object of this high. gj hearted woman's affections In this IB man whose strugglo with tho mnBtor destroyer had awakened tho solicitude of a whole town. CHAPTER XXIV. , Suspense. Ten minutes after Sweetwater's ar ', rival In the vlllago streets, ho was at I .home with tho people ho found thoro. His conversation with DorlB In the doorway of her home had been ob I served by tho curious and far-sighted. j and tho questions asked and nnswored hnd made him friends nt onco. Of courso, ho could tell them nothing, but that did not matter, ho had soeo nnd talked with Doris and tholr Idol lzod young manager was no worse and might possibly soon bo beitor. t Of his own affairs of his business with Doris nnd tho mnnngor, thoy asked nothing. All ordlnnry Interests wero lost in tho stress of their greoi suspenso. It wns tho snmo In tho bar-room oi li tho ono hotel. Without resorting to I moro than n question or two, ho rend- !1 lly learned nil that was generally Jj known of Oswald Brothorson. Every f, ono was talking about him, and oacb had some story to toll lllustrutlvo o? Jj his kindness, his courage nnd hl quick mind. Tho Works hnd nover produced n man of such varied cnpa blllties nnd nil round sympathies. To 1 hnvo him for manager meant the greatest good which could befnll thl llttlo community, (TO I3E CONTINUED.) |