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Show - wWrm T - Mf- "HM. tN M- A -. V W THE RICH COUNTY NEWS, RANDOLPH, UTAH FOREMAN HUSTED SECOND GLANCE dDuntf ; By CHARLES OapyvIthftlKSby of J. DUTTON by McClure Illustrations by Irwin Myers Dodd.llmdeCo., be. iMilHUiittliUiiiLluLl. ti CHAPTER IX 15 The Cry In the Dark, Thar was a little stir of excitement Bartley, with easy grace, arose and took Us seat in the witness chair. rery one was eager to see him, and ihe became at once the center of all I ayes. i Doctor King did not trouble Bartley iwlth questions, bnt allowed him to tell Sis story In Us own way. He recount- ed our arrival at the house and our ex- amination of the body. As he told of Sis reasons for thinking that Slyke had been murdered, the room became very still. He described our search for Idues In the tower rooms, and what he bad found on the balcony. Slowly the audience realized that Slyke had not been killed In any of the rooms of the house, but on a tower sixty feet in the air. He pictured In short, concise words Ihow the body had been carried down two flights of stairs, undressed and put Into bed. A gasp went around jthe room at his words, and I could see from the faces of the listeners (that they could scarcely believe the story he was telling them. The sensa-)tlo- n was increased when he spoke of jthe removal of the revolver from the dead mans hand while we were in the upper room of the tower. This was, Without doubt, so far the most dramatic moment of the Inquest. While Bartley had been giving his testimony, the storm had come nearer. 'A thunderstorm Is never a cheerful 'thing at the best, and this one was making every one very uneasy. At each clap of thunder, someone would give a start and glance nervously ' around. The next witness, the photographer, was only on the stand a short time. He told of taking the pictures of the room In which the body lay and of the body Itself, and stated that he had seen no revolver in the dead mans hand. The testimony of the following witness was also brief. The boy who worked around the garage, although very much frightened, stuck to his story that he was getting into bed when he heard a shot, and that it sounded as if It were up in the air. The time, he thought, was somewhere between two and three In the morning. When he had returned to his seat took his place. Herf the youthful face flushed under the many eyes that were turned upon her, and she never looked up. Her story was the one that she had told to Bartley and she added nothing new to It In answer to a question as to whether she had glanced at her door when she passed it the night of the murder, she replied that she had and that It was closed. Catching the district attorneys eye at this point, Bartley motioned him to his side and (they whispered together for a moment The district attorney then asked the girl If she had seen the dogwhen she came in. Rather surprised at the question, she answered that the dog had met her at the front door, smelled 'of her dress, and followed her to the stairway before going back to his rug. When she left the stand, her testimony had not added anything to what we already knew. I realized suddenly that we knew no more about the crime than we had when the Inquest began. Though I was sure In my own mind that Slyke had been murdered, I had grave doubts If it could be proved satisfactorily to others. The almost entire absence of clues made it seem more mysterious than It had at first, if that were possible. Even the next witness, Mr. Lawrence, added nothing to our knowledge. He said that, at the close of the party, Mr. Slyke had asked him to stay behind, for what he did not know at the time. After the others had left, Mr. ifilyke had taken him up to his room In the tower, and had asked him If he would like to buy a little whisky, as he had more than he needed. There was a ripple of laughter at this unexpected statement. Though It was the first time that whisky had been Introduced Into the case, I doubt it anyone regarded Its mention as Important. The laughter made t Lawrence more nervous than ever, and he talked faster and more indistinctly. He had stayed only a few moments, he said, though Slyke had urged him to remain longer. A moment after he had been released from the stand, I remembered that he had not mentioned the fact that Slyke had told him he was expecting another visitor. Whether Lawrence had forgotten It or did not wish to volunteer the Information, I could not decide. It seemed to me to be a to have (very Important point for him emitted. The butler, who came next, took his seat to the accompaniment of one of the worst claps of thunder that we had yet had, a clap that seemed almost In the room. Then a burst of rain swept against the windows. All through his testimony the thunder made it almost Impossible to hear him, and he had to repeat many of his statements. He appeared to be a silent man, who seldom spoke of his wa volition. He had little to tell at sniJUspwed of the card party lb ! ' a few words. After it had broken up and he had let Mr. Lawrence out, he had locked the windows but left the front door unfastened, as Mr. Slyke bad told him that he, himself, would attend to K later. In answer to a question as to whether he had seen Slyke after Lawrence left, he replied that he had not In fact, he had not seen him again alive. He had gone to his room, leaving the dog In the living room, as was the custom. His first knowledge that Slyke was dead came when he entered his room with Miss Potter. So far, like all the other witnesses that had been heard, his testimony presented nothing that we had not already known. Then suddenly he added a new piece of Information. So far as we had been able to discover, the relations that had existed between Slyke and the members of his household had been the usual ones. I mean by that, that while there had been no unusual show of affection nor any signs of deep grief at his death, there had been no evidence of any trouble between them. When the butler was asked If he had ever heard words between Slyke and any member of his family, he surprised us all by saying that he had twice heard Miss Potter and the broker quarreling. Miss Potter gave an angry start and turned a flushed face on the servant, who refused to meet her eyes. The girl by her side looked around at her aunt, startled. I glanced quickly at Bartley and saw an amused smile on his lips. You say you heard Miss Potter and Mr. Slyke quarreling ? asked the coroner. The butler began to speak, but his words were drowned out by a terrific clap of thunder that shook the house. When the sound had died away In the distance, he answered, Why, yes, sir, I did; twice." As he paused and did not continue, the coroner asked him to tell us where the quarrel had taken place and what n It about. From the rather had-bee- step-daught- er step-fathe- The Chauffeur Gave Her a Look Filled With Hatred, Blended With a Smile of Triumph. self-satisfi- lers face, I GAINS By GRACE CANFIELD tfltee expression on the but- Judged that he was not only willing, but glad, to tell all that he had heard. It was one evening In the dining room," he stated, right-afte- r dinner, and only Miss Potter and Mr. Slyke were in the room. As I was about to enter from the butlers pantry, I heard Mr. Slyke say In a loud voice, You make me sick. Then came Miss Potters voice, very angry, I do, do I? Never mind. You will be a lot sicker before you get through. I tell you, there lq lots of trouble ahead for you. Thats all I heard, for- - they left the room by another door." ?Do you know what they were talking about?" The butler was silent a moment, then shook his head without speaking. And when was the second occasion that you heard them quarreling V he was asked. It was about a week later, I think. One morning, when I was passing Mr. Slykes room, I heard them again. He seemed to be very angry about something, I dont know what. His voice was loud enough to be heard through a closed door, I wish you could keep your mouth shut Its none of your business, anyhow. Then I heard Miss Potter; she was angry also. You wait and see. It will be my business if you are not careful. If you keep on, something will happen to you. This was an astonishing piece of Information. After all, things had not gone as smoothly In the household as we had supposed. What the last expression, If you keep on, something will happen to you, might mean, I could not decide. It might have been t threat; and. In view of what had taken place, It would be necessary for Miss Potter to explain It Glancing at her, I noticed that though angry and nervous she was not afraid. She seemed to regard what the butler bad said as more apnoylng.than accusing. When I looked at Bartley, he showed no surprise; but then I had scarcely expected that he would, for he made It a point never to be surprised at anything that might come up. The butler admitted that he did not know what the quarrel had been about, and that, with the exception of the two times he had mentioned, the relations that had existed between Slyke and his sister-in-lahad always been very friendly. The storm was now directly overhead. Claps of thunder were almost Incessant, and vivid flashes of lightning penetrated the room In spite of the heavy curtains drawn over the w windows. As the butler left the stand, there was a slight commotion in the rear of the room; and turning, saw Roche i making his way between the chairs, pushing the chauffeur ahead of him. King gave the two men a puzzled glance, and then turned to the district attorney and whispered something to him. Miss Potter also turned to see what the noise was, and an expression of consternation and dread came over her face. The two men passed within a foot of me, and the cruel lips and shifty eyes of the chauffeur made me wonder why Slyke should have kept such a man In his employ. When they reached the front of the room, Roche motioned the chauffeur to the empty chair next to Miss Potter, who drew as far away from him as she could, and then seated himself on the other side of his prisoner. The chauffeur gave her a look filled with hatred, blended with a smile of triumph. I could see that there was something wrong between these two. A sharp peal of thunder seemed to split the air, causing the crowd to stir uneasily In their chairs. Again the lights flickered down for a moment, and again the thunder rolled. A violent wind lashed the rain against the windows behind me, and there was scarcely a pause between the flashes of lightning. The room was deathly still; we were petrified. . Doctor King was standing behind his desk, his face white, one hand playing nervously with the papers in front of him. He started at each vivid flash of lightning and the thunder seemed to daze him. Turning'' to the district attorney, and speaking half to him and half to the room, he said : I think we should adjourn the Inquest until tomorrow. The storm Is so bad that I doubt if we can hear the testimony of the pther witnesses." His decision seemed to be very sensible. We had beeh unable to hear the close of the butlers evidence because of the thunder, and I doubted If any but those in the front seats would be able to hear the witnesses that were Still to be called. The district attorney objected, however, to adjourning. He said that he could not be present the next day, and thought that we had better hear the remaining' witnesses at once. Sinking back Into his chair, King asked the attorney whom he wanted to call next. The district attorney rose to his feet, saying slowly, I am going to call Briffeur, who was chauffeur for Mr. Slyke. He will But whatever he was going to add we never discovered. Just at that second there came a terrific flash of lightning that seemed to bum its way across the room, followed by a deafening clap of thunder. With a sizzle the lights went out and left the room as black as the Inside of a coal mine. Low murmurs came from all sides. It was enough surely to try the nerves of the most As the rumble of thunder died away, I heard King demanding. In ti voice that shook a little, Will somebody get a light lamps or candles?" Someone pushed back a chair, and then suddenly, rising above all else and ringing through the room with a horror that seemed to glue me to my seat, came a shriek of terror. It was sustained for a second, (then died away in a long, sobbing moan. stout-hearte- (TO BE CONTINUED.) Only White Houses Built. The Bermudas are a land of white houses. No other color is to be seen. They are all built of the native white stone of coral formation, which underlies every foot of soIL When first quarried the stone Is so soft that it may be cut with a knife, but It hardens with exposure to the air. When a Bermudan wishes to build himself a house, all he has to do Is to buy himself a piece of land and scrape off a foot or two of soli to reach his quarry. By means of a saw the stone Is cut Into pieces of the proper size. Thin flat slabs of the same material form the roof.' The houses, even Including the roofs, are frequently whitewashed on the outside, and contrast strongly with the deep green verdure by which they are surrounded. There are no shanties, as there are In the rest of the world. , When It Is Too Late. How much more happiness there'd be In this world If a girl developed cold feet before marriage. Instead of afterwards. From London Opinion, IS FOUNDS Newspaper Syndicate.) said Mr. N0.hamI thank you,prunes make me gently; sneeze." His landlady, Miss Oaruth, looked up in surprise, to Mr Pelhams gratification. His first experiment had worked. When he ' reached his office that morning, he walked to his desk, and opening his drawer, laid his hat inside instead of hanging it on the wall. n Its a theory of mine, he explained to Evelyn that evening, when she questioned him about the odd color effect hose and his purple of his tie, I have decided to be famous, as He ponthe quickest way to wealth. To be a novelist dered a moment. would be best, I think. A speculative gleam came Into Evelyns lovely blue eyes, but she was not one to criticise without being sure of her ground. Wont you please explain it to me? she asked, with deceptive naivete. Well," Stanley began, with the comfortable assurance a man assumes when explaining anything to a woman, what a man Is, depends entirely upon what his neighbors think he Is. They are going to think me a genius. But how, queried Evelyn, If you dont really write the novels? Whats a novel? scoffed Pelham. Anyone can write one. Just look at the junk turned out every day! But the minute a mans name gets known, his work sells like wildfire. So I wear funny ties, and say that prunes make me sneeze, and I keep my hat In the desk drawer, and a lot of other things. People always notice. They stop and look at me again. Take It from me, Evelyn, Its that second glance that counts. Do you understand? Evelyn looked over the list of peculiarities which Stanley had left proudly with her. It contained such Items as never swim In fresh water ; airplanes instruments of the devil; d never use Jewelry distasteful ; Christian names." Evelyns pencil paused halfway down the sheet, and she smiled with satisfaction. Pelham, raising his ringless hands in horror that evening over the idea of attending light opera, was pleased to observe the curious eyes of many of his fellow boarders upon him. The conversation gradually veered about to the Subject of crime, and Pelham expressed the opinion that many of the burglaries in the neighborhood recently had been committed by airplane pilots, too conspicuous to be suspected., Mrs. Stonels house, now, he said. That chaiA Tf pearls might be laid along the end of a wing support, and not be discovered In a hundred years. Or It might be kept In a desk drawer," said one of the boarders casually. Pelham looked up, and unaccountably reddened. You know, remarked a second boarder, there Is a theory that those burglaries are done by someone in this States Tqnfac Ended Stomach Trouble and Restored Perfect Health. AAKV GEAHAA BONNER. NWIWU COnUSHT SAMMY IT V1S1UM UNION SAUSAGES PRIZE grunt, said Sammy SauIf It hadnt been for the Tanlac I won a prize. treatment, I dont believe Id be on the'' Squeal, squeal, said Miss Ham, Job was the positive statetoday, tell us about It let us see the ment of F. J. Husted, 617 Murry st., prize. at the OakLet us see the pne; grunt, grunt Oakland, CaL, foreman land Meat Packing plant. said Grandfather Porky Pig. For three years 1 suffered with Yes, we take such an Interest In stomach trouble and during the last you, grunt, grunt, said Sir Perclval eight months ef my sickness I could Pork. time. 1 had We do that said Sir Benjamin only work about half the no appetite, and the little absolutely Bacon. "Let us see' your prize. We want to admire it, for we are sure It I did eat disagreed with me fearfully.a I didnt know what It was to get Is a delicious prize. and I fell off thlr good Delicious? Sammy teen nights sleep, questioned pounds. Sausage. But today I have a ravenous appe"Well, surely It is something to I have gained fifteen pounds, tite, eat, said Sir Benjamin Bacon. sleep like a log nights and am on the "Surely It must be, said Sir Percl- Job steady every day. Tanlac sure val Pork. Is a wonder, and I couldnt say too Is 'That what I thought It was, much for it If I talked about It all said Grandfather Porky Pig. I thought the same," said Miss day. Tanlac Is for sale by all good drugHam. Accept no substitute. Over 37 gists. And so did I, said Mrs. Pink Pig. million bottles sold. Advertisement. I did, too, grunt grunt, said Pinky Pig. GOLD SPURS AS HEIRLOOMS Well, I never said It wasnt food and I never said It wasn't delicious, Berlin said Sammy Sausage as he twisted German Gypsies Astonished Dealers When They Made Offer his little tall and looked out of the to Sell Them. corner of his right eye In a very amused way. d cowpunchers of AmerDear me, dear me, said Grandfather Porky, "whatever do you mean, icas Golden West, the rough-rider- s p and CheySammy Sausage? You dont explain of the Pendleton round-uennes would frontier be green day, yourself at all. First you tell us you won a prize. with envy if they could see the trap.Then we all take a nice pig Inter- pings of German gypsies who have a est in what you have done and In camp near Berlin. These gypsies recently created a your success and we ask yon to show furore in police circles by offering us the prize. "Then when we say that without heavy solid gold spars for sale In shops doubt it must be a delicious prize you which buy old gold and other precious seem surprised and you say delicious metal. The metal dealers advised the police and sought their aid in finding In a very surprised manner. out how the wanderers came to have Then when we say that surely we such valuable trappings. It was to eat you thought something An investigation showed that all the members of the band had similar spurs and had owned them for generations. 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No other kidney remedy has so large a it is that We Take Such an Interest In You." say that you never said It wasnt delicious and that you never said It wasnt something to eat neighborhood. True enough. But the puzzling Pelham was uneasy when he rose Is that youve really told us nothpart refrom the dinner table, though he at alt peatedly told himself that he was un- ing And here we are, so ready to be reasonable. Nevertheless, when he dear Sammy Interested, my Sausage, corner a to his at purarrange paused beloved grandson, and the pride of his ple tie, he 'turned, flushing, from a near-b- y For the first time grandfathers porky eye. policeman. Ive always thought you would do since the formulation of his theory, he well, Sammy, I was always one to say shrank from the second glance. had it In yon. Why dont you wear pins any yon I have heard, said Sammy, with more? asked Peck at the office, and In his eye, that Stanley immediately forgot his mo- a naughty twinkle when creatures were successful ever mentary discomfort I detest Jewelry and such affecta- and ever so many people were apt to come around and tell them what tion, he pronounced pompously, and watched for the familiar gleam of won- friends they had always been and how In der In Pecks eye. Instead, he saw a they had always known it was successful ones successfuL these narrowed, speculative glimmer. They never were around, though, Listen here, Pelham, Pecks voice was lowered. Tm not one to butt In, when the creature were working for and yon would be safe with me any- success because they werent at all sure whether they would be successwhere, but youd better watch your ful and they werent going to encournowone No trusts his step. neighbor In the hard time. adays. That Stone affair made things ageNo, they were going to be around pretty serious. When the good time came. Then they What do you mean? cried Pelham. were going to say that they had enNothing, probably." Peck shrugged. these successful ones to this couraged But It doesnt pay for a man to begin success! Better line up suddenly acting queer. And It seems as though now that with the others If you can. With think Ive been successful you you this parting shot he strolled off. were going to tell me how you always was a miserable for It Pelham. knew I had It In me and yet I never day Every time a glance was directed remember your saying this before. toward him he shrank as from a blow. Never mind, said Porky Pig, The result was that he seemed queerer what you remember. I know what I than ever. His mind was in a turmoil. always thought and I know I always What on earth could he do to deflect thought you had It In yon. such ridiculous suspicion from himself? Ha, ha, squealed Sammy Sausage How is the author, Stanley? cried Show us the prize and dont talk Svelyn, brightly, that evening. so much, the others squealed. Dont speak of itl Pelham paled a "My prize, said Sammy, was food, Mttle. Ive been an awful fool, Eve- and It was delicious and it is all gone now. lyn, and now I may be in for someI wouldnt show you my prize. I thing serious. Why on earth didnt I know enough to stick to the hardware could not show yon my prise now. Bnt business? he finished savagely. I wouldnt have done so before bo "Then youve given up your plan? cause I knew that It would only be Perhaps the disappointment in her quarreled about. voice was not so real as she tried to I didn't want to start a lot of fussmake it, for Pelham looked at her ing. closed. You would all have thought In Do you want me to?" he asked. some way you had helped me to. get She nodded. Writers are such It and so that you deserved your rebores, sqp laughed. Stanley still ward. But no, I knew yon didnt and so looked grim If I can only make them believe that I didnt bother to talk about it with you before. Now It is safely put away I didnt do It I he muttered. said one who could In my own good tummy and I tell you Oh, Evelyn, as not only read his thoughts but could that I wen a prize now that It Is all to tell predict the future as well, theyll right won It you. because I found a lot of I never trouble you about that again I no one thought there where weed pig And they never did. was any. That was my prize for my smart discovery. I gave myself the Difficulty in Simplicity. more difficult to be simple prize and I thanked myself for giving . It Is far discovthan to be complicated; far more dif- myself so fine a prize for this ery. ficult to sacrifice skill and cease exBut the pigs had all wandered off ertion In the proper place, than to exSammys prize no longer Interested pend both indiscriminately. Ruskin. them I t, sale. 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