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Show UTAH EMERY COUNTY PROGRESS. CASTLE PALE, Are Yea listening The l37 8UKSBT-DTTIV- THE BAT i CHAPTER IX Continued 14 "Oh, do ! I can't stand It ! I'll tell I" ghe cried, frenzledly. "He got to tha foot of the staircase JSichard Fleming, I mean," she was facing the detective, now, "and he had the blue-priyou've been talking boot I bad told blm Jack Bailey was here as the gardener and he said tf I screamed he would tell that. I was desperate. I threatened blm with th revolver but he took it from roe. from Then when I tore the blue-priblm he was shot from the stairs " "By Bailey 1" Interjected Beresford angrily. "I didn't even know he was In the house!" Bailey's answer was as Instant as it was hot Meanwhile the doctor had entered the room, hardly noticed, In the middle of Dale's confession, and now stood watching the scene Intently from a post by the foa everything nt door. ' "What did you do with the blueThe detective's vclc beat print?" at Dale like a whip. "I put It first In the neck of my dress " she fultered. "Then, when ! found you were watching me, I hid It, somewhere else." "Did yon give it to Bailey?" "No I hid It and then I told where It was to the doctor " Dule swayed on her feet. All turned surprisedly toward the doctor. Miss Cornelia rose from her chair. The doctor bore the battery of eyes unflinchingly. "That's rather inaccurate," he said. with a tight little smile. "You told me where you had placed it, but when I went to look for It, It was gone." "Are .vou quite sure of that?" queried Miss Cornelia acridly. The doctor's voice gained strength. "Absolutely," he said. He Ignored the rest of the party, addressing himself directly to Anderson. "She said she had hidden It Inside one of the rolls that were on the tray on the table," he continued. In tones f easy explanation, approaching the table as he did so, and tapping It with the hoi of sleeping-powder- s he had brought for Miss Cornelia. "She was In such distress that I finally went to look for It. It wasn't there," "Do you realize the significance of this paper?" Anderson boomed, at nec. "Nothing, beyond the fact that Miss was afraid It linked her with the crime." The doctor's voice was very clear and firm. Anderson pondered an Instant. Then "I'd like to have a few .minutes with the doctor alone," he said, somberly. The group about him dissolved at once. Miss Cornelia, her arm around her niece's waist, led the latter gently to the door. As the two lovers passed each other a glance flashed between them a glance, pathetically brief, of longing and love. Dale's finger-tip- s brushed Bailey's hand, gently, In passing. "Beresford," commanded the detective, "take Bailey to the library and see that he stays there." Beresford tapped his pocket with a significant gesture and motioned Bailey to the door. Thr,,n they, too, left the room. The door closed. The doctor and the detective were alone. The detective spoke at once and surprisingly. " "Doctor, I'll have that he said sternly, his eyes the color Ogden blue-print!- ef steel. The doctor gave him a wary little glance. "Rut I've Just made the sratement that I didn't find the blue print," he reaffirmed flatly. "I heard you!" Anderson's voice was very dry. "Now this situation ts between you and me, Doctor Wells." His forefinger sought the doctor's chest. "It has nothing to do with that poor fool of a cashier. He hasn't got either those securities or the money from them, and you know It. It's in tills house, and you know that, too! Tonight, when you claimed to be making a professional call, you were in this house and I think you were on that staircase when Richard Fleming was killed !" "No. Anderson, I'll swear I was not!" The doctor might be acting, hut if he was. It was Incomparable Tile terror In his voice acting. seemed too real to be feigned. But Anderson was remorseless. "I'll tell you this," he continued. "Miss Van Gorder very cleverly got a thumb-prin- t of yours tonight. Does that mean anything to yon?" His eyes bored into the doctor the bluffing on a eyes of a poker-playehidden curd. But the doctor did not r, flinch. "Nothing," he said, firmly. "1 have i:ot been upstairs in this house in three months." The accent of truth in his voice seemed o unmistakable that even Anderson's shrewd brain was puzzled by it But he persisted In his attempt t wring a confession from this last suspect. "Before Courtleigh Fleming died did he tell you anything abo.it a hid dea room 1p this house?" he queried - Th Bat." eopjrrtcht. cannlly. "Tou haven't been trying to frighten thege women out of here with anonymous letters so yoo could get In?" "No. Certainly not" But again the doctor's air had that odd mixture of truth and falsehood In it The detective paused for an Instant he "Let me see your ordered. The doctor passed It over silently. The detective glanced at the keys then, suddenly, his revolver glittered In his other hand. The doctor watched him, anxiously, A puff of wind rattled the panes of the French windows. The storm, qui eted for a while, was gathering Its strength for a fresh unleashing of Its dogs of thunder. The detective stepped to the terrace door, opened it, and then quietly pro ceeded to try the doctor's keys In the Thus located he was out of lock. visual range, and Wells took advan tage of It at once. He moved swiftly toward the fireplace, extracting the from an missing piece of blue-priInside pocket as he did so. The the blue-priguarded was already graven on his rnlad in indelible characters now lie would destroy all evidence that it had ever been in his possession end bluff through the rest of the situation as best he might. He threw the paper toward the flames with a nervous gesture of relief. But for once his cunning failed the throw was too hurried to be sure and the light scrap of paper wavered and settled to the floor Just The doctor outside the fireplace. swore nolseiessly,nnd stooped to pick It up and make sure of Its destruction. But he was not quick. enough. Through the window the detective had seen the Incident, and the next moment the doctor heard his voice bark behind him. He turned, and stared at the leveled muzzle of Anderson's revolver. "Hands up and stand back !" he commanded. As he did so Anderson picked up the paper, and a sardonic smile crossed his face as his eyes took In the significance of the print. He laid Ids revolver down on the table where he could snatch It up again at a moment's notice. "Behind a fireplace, eh?" he mutIn what "What fireplace? tered. key-ring- t2t. kj Mary RobarU Rinahart and by Lizzie. the Bat," Lizzie in, followed "It's mournfully. "Good-by- , announced Miss Nelly. se-er- rt room ?" "I won't tell you!" The doctor's voice was sullen. He Inched, gingerly, cautiously, toward the other side ol the table. "All right III find It, you know." The detective's eyes turned swiftly t. back to the For a moment, as he bent over the paper again, he was oIT guard. The doctor seized the moment with a savage promptitude and sprang. There followed a silent, furious strug gle between the two. Under normal circumstances, Anderson would have been the stronger and quicker, but the doctor fought with au added strength of despair and bis initial leap had pinioned the detective's arms behind Now the detective shook one him. hand five and snatched at the revolver in vain, for the doctor, with a groan of desperation, struck at his hand as its fingers were about to close on the smooth butt and the revolver skidded from the table to the floor. With a sudden terrible movement he pinioned both the detective's arms be hind him again and reached for the telephone. Its heavy base descended on the back of the detective's head with stunning force and the next moment the battle was ended and the doctor, punting with exhaustion, held the limp form of au unconscious man in his arms. fie lowered the detective to the floor and bent swiftly over Audersou, lis lening to liis heart. Good the man still breathed he had enough on his conscience without adding the murder of a detective to the black weight. Now he pocketed the revolver and the t gagged Anderson rapidly with a knotted handkerchief and pro ceeded to wrap his own muffler around the detective's head as au additional silencer. Anderson gave a faint sigh. The doctor thought rapidly. Soon or late the detective would return to con. cioUMicss with liis han!s free He oii!(l easily tear out the gag. looked wildly about the room for a rope u curtain ah, he had it the detective's own handcuffs ! He snapped the cuffs on Anderson's wrists, then realized that, in his hurry, lie had bound the detective's hands in front of him instead of behind him. Well it would do, for the moment he did not need much time to carry out his plans. He dragged the limp body, fts head lolling. Into the biiliii.d room where he deposited It on the floor In the corner farthest from the door. So far, so good now to lock the door of the billiard room. Fortunately, the key was there, on the Inside of the door. He quickly transferred It. looked the billiard room door from the outside and pocketed "the key. Then he crossed cautiously into the alcove and started to pad up the alcove stairs, his face white and strained wth excitement and hope. And it was then that there happened one of the most dramatic events of the night It was preceded by a desperate hammering on the door of blue-prin- blue-prin- Rouse Yourself, Man!" He Said. , everybody. I saw his hand, all covered with blood. He's had a good night for sure!" But they ignored her. And Beresford flung open the door. Just what they had expected, what figure of horror or of fear they waited for, no one can say. But there was no horror and no fear; only unutterable amazement as an unknown man, in torn and muddied garments, with a streak of dried blood seaming his forehead like a scar, fell through the open doorway into Beresford's arms. "Good God !" muttered Beresford, Good-hy- dropping his revolver to catch the strange burden. For a moment the Unknown lay in his arras like a corpse. Then he straightened dizzily, staggered into the room, took a few steps toward the table and fell prostrate upon his face, at the end of his strength. "Loctor!" gasped Miss Cornelia, dazedly and the doctor, whatever guilt lay on his conscience, responded at once to the call of his profession. He bent over the Unknown Man the physician once more and made a brief examination. "He's fainted!" lie said, rising. "Struck on the head, too." "But who is he?" faltered Miss Cornelia. "I never saw him before," said the doctor. It was obvious that he spoke t he truth. "Does anyone recognize him?" All crowded about the Unknown, trying to read the riddle of liis identity. Miss Cornelia rapidly revised her first impressions of the stranger. When he had first fallen through the doorway into Beresford's anus, she had not known what ro think. Now. in the brighter light of the living room she saw that the still face, beneath its mask of dirt and dried blood, was strong and fairly youthful if the man were a criminal, he belonged, like th; Bat. to the upper fringes of the world She noted mechanically of crime. that his hands and feet had been tied ends of frayed rope still dangled from his wrists and ankles. And that terrible injury on his head she sliud dered and closed her eyes. "Does anyone recognize him?" repeated the doctor, but one by one the others shook their heads. Crook, casual tramp, or honest laborer uriex pectedly caught in the sinister toils of the Cedarcrest affair his identity seemed a mystery to one and all. The Unknown stirred feebly made an effort to sit up. Beresford and the doctor caught him under the arms and helped him to his feet. He stood there swaying, a blank expression on his face. "A chair!" said the doctor, quirklj Ah " He helped the strange figure to sit down and bent over him again. "You're all right now, my friend.' he said in his best tones of profes sional you?" The where made cheerlness. "Dizzy a bit, aren't Unknown rubbed his wrists his bonds had cut thera. He an effort to speak. "Water!" he said In a low voloe. The doctor gestured to Billy. "Get and 1YTINT i. t .'"""" - - ;'. V1 1; of krERi RINEHART By MARY ROBERTS and AVERY HOPWOOD WKtJ Servlc Amy the terrace. It halted the doctor on bis way upstairs, drew Beresford on a run into the living room, and even reached the bedrooms of the women up above. Wbat't that?" Beres"My God! ford panted. The doctor Indicated the door. It was too late now. Already he could hearMiss Cornelia's voice above; It was only a question of a short time until Anderson in the billiard room revived and would try to "make his And In the brief moplight known. ment of that resume of his- - position, the knocking came again. But feebler, as though the suppliant outside had exhausted his strength. As Beresford drew his revolver and moved to the door. Miss Cornelia came , Udlo Station cA Novel from the Play HLTtnaa Hopwood. water or uiaj any that'd be better." Beresford had been looking about find for the detective, puzzled not to of affairs. iu charge as usual, him, This is a Now, "Where s Anderson? a making said, !" lie matte police of search in to if go movement as some him. The doctor stopped him quickly. "He was here a minute ago he'll be back presently," he said, praying to whatever gods he served that An bilderson, bound and gagged in the to returned not had yet liard room, consciousness. Unobserved by all except Miss Cor uelia, the mention of the detective's name had caused a strange reaction in the Unknown. His eyes had opened he had started the haze in his mind had seemed to cle:ir away for a moment. Then, for some reason, his shoulders had slumped again and the look of apathy come back to his face. But, stunned or not, it seemed possible that he was not quite as dazed as he appeared. The doctor gave the slumped shoulders a little shake. "Rouse yourself, man!" he said. "What has happened to you?" "I'm dazed!" said the Unknown, thickly and slowly. "I can't remember." He passed a hand weakly over his forehead. "What a night!" sighed Miss Cornelia, sinking into a chair. "Richard Fleming murdered in this house and now this ! The Unknown shot her a stealthy glance from beneath lowered eyelids. But when she looked at him, his face was blank again." "Why doesn't somebody ask his name?" queried Dale. The doctor took Dale's suggestion. "Whats' your name?" Silence from t lie Unknown and that blank stare of stupefaction. "Look at his papers." It was Miss Cornelia's voice. The doctor and Bailey searched the torn trousers pockets, the pockets of the muddled shirt, while the Unknown submitted passively, not seeming to care what happened to him. But search him as they would it was in vain. "Not a paper on him," said Jack Bailey, at last, straightening up. A crasli of breaking glass from the head of the alcove stairs put a period to his sentence. Al! turned toward the stairs or all except the Unknown, who, for a moment, half rose in liis chair, his eyes gleaming, liis face alert, t he mask of bewildered apathy gone from his face. As they watched, a rigid little figure of horror backed slowly down the alcove stairs and into the room Billy, the Japanese, liis oriental placidity disturbed at last, incomprehensible terror written iu every line of his face. "Billy what it is?" The diminutive butler made a pitiful attempt at his usual grin. "It nothing," he gasped. The Unknown relapsed in his chair again the dazed stranger from nowhere. Beresford took the Japanese by the shoulders. "Now see here !' 'lie said sharply. "You've seen something! What was it!" Billy trembled like a leaf. "Ghost! Ghosti" lie muttered fran ticaily, his face working. "He's concealing something. Look at him!" Miss Cornelia stared at her servant. "Brooks, close the door!' pointing at the terrace door in the alcove, which still stood ajar utter the entrance of the Unknown. tit just as Bailey moved to obey. he readied the alcove the terrace 1 2XXS 2 Xv2X Horn Heralced Iv.-.--- : C Eis face. At the every light In Cedar-cresame moment blinked and went out again. In door-knoBailey fumbled for the ctammMi shut In st b the sudden darkness. In"The door's locked!" be said, too. s gone, "The key credulously. Where's your revolver, Beresford?" "I dropped in it the alcove when I caught that man," culled Beresford, cursing himself for his carelessness. dial of Bailey'a The illuminated " wrist watch flickered in the darkness as he searched for the revolver a round, glowing spot of phosphor- "oa , V Add com. financially' Indwidw. Conatrnc. lBdu K,Bld.D'hi Boy Wool Comfort Bait, "LTTTT Sulfleifnt for 1 Comfort. Cli.U,8k. Colored Wool. $1.26 deL BarwfJ Comfort Be.t Co.. Bo, Marco. tu nngjff", jft J,1' fct. lSc' paVki lonhole uttachmenu, jelf threading needle. 5 liITT7 NEW TOMATO, heavier earlier than Bur bank. lie. RADISH, seed to table 5 day. To Cool a Bum n n It It escence. Lizzie screamed. "The eye! The gleaming eye! 1 oi'.v on the stairs!" she shrieked, pointing at it freuziedly. there's a caudle on the . . I ue naniora i Balsam of Myrrl for Momf back aratbottletfMtj,,,. 'yuick table light it somebody never mind the revolver I have one:'' called Miss aw. -- 1 TnT''WJ trained, awolka tendom. BaZL nrascles. Stooa the ?" from a splint, aide bone or bone Ko bliater. no hair gone, he iwi. turn .t Describe your cue for pedl fcst tiona. Interesting bona book nnn a race none owner: (Sla That Abeorbmo on a artin nam m trained tendon. Colt all over for aume.amldn'ttauVT " r though Great etuoV Cornelia. "Righto !" called Beresford, cheerily, tJ? m reply. He found the candle lit it The party blinked at each other for a moment, still un.ible quite to AJrzrhoZ their thouguts. Bailey rattled the knob of the door into the hall. "This door's locked, too!" he said, with increasing puzzlement A gasp went over the group. They were locked in the room, while some devilment was going on iu the rest of the house. That they knew. But what it might be, what form it might take, they had not the remotest idea. But it was not until Miss Cornelia took the caudle and proceeded toward the hull door to examine it that the full horror of the situation burst upon them. Neatly fastened to the white panel of the door, chest high and hardly, more than just dead, was the body of a bat. Of what happened thereafter no one n . r. Tuurm.inc. i saaaaaaaaaaaaaaM BiULymniit.,Si)ftMtitM 53 New Jail Rulph Clark, age six, accompanied his father to Indianapolis recently. They entered the city on Iioad 31 an! were, driving along the canal' toward Meridian street. The steel frame of one of the new buildings atFairview attracted Ralph") attention and he said to his father: "Look, daddy I I guess they are building a new jail, it takes a big one for Indianapolis, don't it, dadJ" Indianapolis News. afterward remembered the details. To be shut in there, at the mercy of one who knew no mercy, was intolerable. For Colds, Grip or Influenza It was left for Miss Cornelia to reas a Preventive, take Laiatht and member her own revolver, lying unnoBROMO QUININE Tablets. A Safe ml Proven ticed on the table since the crime Remedy. The box bears tit signature of E. W. Grove, 30c Adv, earlier in the evening, and to suggest its use in shuttering the lock. Husband's Attitude Counts Just what they had expected when In a radio address recently, Dr, was did the door finally opened they Virginia C. Gildersleeve, dean of not know. But the house was quiet and in order; no new horror faced Barnard college, Xew York, declared that a husband's attitude is an essethem in the hall; their caudle rential element in careers for women. vealed no bloody figure, their ears Two million of the S.fKiO.OOO workinj heard no unearthly sound. women. in the United States are maSlowly they began to search the rried, she said. house. Since no room was apparently immune from danger, the nien made Admiration is a woman's first lovi no protest when the women insisted and devotion is her last. on accompanying them. And as time went on and chamber after chamber was discovered empty and undisturbed, gradually the courage of the party began to rise. Lizzie, stili whim-peri:istuck closely to Miss Cornelia's heels, but that spirited lady began to make small side excursions of her own. Of the men, only Bailey, Beresford and the doctor could really be said to search at all. Billy had remained below, impassive of face but rolling of . eye; the Unknown, after an attempt to depart with them, had sunk back weakly into his chair again, and the detective, Anderson, was still unaccountably missing. As time went on and the silence and peace remained unbroken, the conviction grew on them that the Bat liad in this manner achieved his object and departed. Had done his work, signed it after liis usual fashion, and gone. Ami thus, were matters when Miss Cornelia, happening on the attic staircase with Lizzie at her heels, decided to look about her up there. And The BABY nt up. (TO BE CONTINUED.) xv,tzxxxi;ixxxx:'X No mother in this enlightened agj would give her baby something e did not know was perfectly tarn oi especially when a few drops StOI -- !n,t,f u Imhv'S :n ""-Will OIH and end almost any little ill. Frew if fJOCIDS DO noo OUU rn,l JCIll I tnnivv cf Early Locomotive i The earliest had mili ing more in the nature of a v.;ntiiiiu of the engine's apn:ih il;ni ;i tin horn blown by the engineer at more or less frequent intervals, but under some circumstances this proved inadequate. The result itm volume of sound depended largely upon l tie hm- - imv. er of the engineer and the direction and force of wind. On a spring mornins of the year lSik'l a fanner wjis driving tu market with a load of butter and and, being unfamiliar with locomotives, he loitered on the track too Ion- - mid failed to hear the warning signal from the tin horn, whereupon the whole outfit was scattered over the bind scape. The bill which the company had to pay was regards! as staggering !imt Ashland Baxter, who was (ire.-toof gs Centipede House Fly Enemy iue eemipeue ts tound pretty much all over the world. mon In the United The species com states, Scutlgera Forceps, was reported over JO years ago as devoting the nights to kil'ing house flies. Later an observer detected one in the act of capturing a butterfly much larger than itself. The insect remains concealed g the day. du-in- tiie company concerned, paid a visit to George Stephenson at Alton Grange to confer with the great In venrnr to ascertain if something In the nature of an adequate wurulng could not be invented to keen neonle "ff the track. The result was that Mepiiensori made the steam whistle which was immediately adopted for all locomotives then in use and has rf Ulll.il CVCl) IU1LI ' Fighting the Mississior,; Qovr .y of Gatortai what gentle Influence seems justcastor p needed. It does all that might accomplish, without shV ta- the system. Without the evil It's delicious! Being pureiy fte able, you can give it as . constlptf there's a sign of colic; sound. diarrhea ; or need to aid lime. .uury. under the "lave system eachformerly planter along the river hn'd dikes erected for ihe towns then took action, himself, finally the counties, and the states building levees. Then congress in 1879 an pointed the Mississippi river comrais-s.on- , but made no provision for the actual building of levees or protection of the lands from overflow, in l8Sti congress' made the Crst appropriation for he improvement of the AUsslsslp Pi river. From 1870, under the com mission, the federal government ha expended more than SO,ooJ,ooo in th. Improvement of the Miwbuippi rive-anthe protection of land from ov. 1CI That's the beatlty continued as a permanent feature of H locomotives built In the mean The levees on the Mississippi river lane been in existence from the Eight- - f 0.-- ! oral sleep."' ,ta'-wJust one warning: Fletcher's Castorla that W , m recommend. Other preparation be just as free from all doubtltf but no child of this writer's a01 J to test them! Besides, w care and feeding of babies tnat orui with Fletcher's Castoria is ' t weight in gold. Children Cryjb |