AUTHOR OF "THE BRASS BOWk." EffC.
OPycr by lows tjoscm mncc
SYNOPSIS.
. David Amber,' ctartlnjr for a duck-shooting-
vlntt with his friend, Qunln, comes up
on a younr lady equrstrlan who hnj been
latnntintkil K, Vtat hnrm hftrrtmlriff fright
ened at the sudden appearnnco In tlio road
JIO
fcehurl 11 ChatterJI, "tho appointed
mouthpiece of tho Bell," aaaresses Amoor
a a man of high rank and presslnr a
nvarfnua llllln hrnnzn linx. "TllO To
ken' Into h .1 hand, disappears In the-
I
wood.
le in
f Via cHrl mil Am iff hV IinmR.
urn fi7liirMiPii lipr as Mill BonlllO
'nrrittl ilniialili- nt Pnl. Kflrrell of tho
Jrftlth dlolotnatlo service tn India, and
vt.ltlm- thn Otinlna. Havoral tilehtn later
tho Qualn homo Is burglarlrnd and the
bronze box stolen. Amber And Qunln go
hunting on an Island and becotno lost and
Amber Is left marooned. Ho wanders
About, finally renchos ti cnbln find rec
OKnlzes as Its occupant an old friend
named llutton, whom he last mot In Knft
land, and who appears to bo In hiding.
When Miss Karroll Is mentioned Itutton is
stranircly agitated. ChatterJI appear
and "summons Hutton to a meeting of a
mysterious body, llutlon seizes a revol
ver and dashes after ChatterJI.
CHAPTER V. (Continued).
Suddenly Hutton started and wheel
ed round, ovory trace of cxcltomont
rraoothod away, Meeting Amber's
ease he nodded an If casually, and
eald, "Ob, Ainbor," qulotly, with an
-effect of faint nurprlso. Then ho
dropped heavily into a chair by the
table.
"Well," he aad slowly, "that la
over."
Amber, without speaking, wept to
tits nldo and touched his shoulder with
that pitifully Inadequate gocturo of
fy.mpAlhy which men so frequently
employ.
"I killed him," said Button dully.
"Yes," roplled Ambor. Ho wan not
surprised; he had approhonded tho
tragedy from tho moment that Itutton
bad fled him,
After a bit Itutton turned to the
table and drew an automatic pistol
Jron his pocket, opening tho maga
tlno. Fire cartridges romalned In
the clip, showing that two had boon
exploded. "I was not suro," ho nald
thoughtfully, "how many times I had
fired." Ills curiosity satlsllod, ho re.
loaded tho weapon and roturned It to
Ills pockot "Ho died llko a dog," he
iald, "whlniperlng and blasphomlng
In the face of oterntty . , . out
there In the cold and the night . . .
It was sickening the sound of tho
fcullets tearing through his llcah. . . ,"
Ho shuddered.
"Didn't he resist?" Ambor asked In
"voluntarily, "Hb tried to. I let him pop away
with his revolver iintll It was empty.
Thon . . ."
"What made you wait?"
. I didn't care; It didn't matter. Ono
of us had to dlo tonight: ho should
ave known that whon I refused to
'accompany him .back to 4 . I
was hungry for his bullet more than
for his llfo; 1 gavo him every chance.
Hut It had to bo as It was. That was
IFate."
With a wrench Ambnr nnllprf him
self together. "Itutton," ho domanded'
suddenly, without premeditation,
"what are you going to do?"
"Do?" Itutton looked up. his oyos
perplexed. "Why. what la tboro to do?
Get away as best I can, I prosumo
seek another holo to hide In."
"But how about tho law?" '
"The law? Why ncod It ovor be
kiMwn- what has happened tonight?
I can count on your sllonco I havo
no need to ask. Doggott would die
.rather than betray we. Ho and I can
ilepese ot It. No one comes hero
jat tills time of the yoar save hunting
parti W! ana their eyes are not upon
the ground. You will go your way In
Uhe morning, We'll clear out In
wuedlately niter."
jpwJfdu'd hotter take no chances."
Suddenly Itutton smoto tho tablo
with his flBt. "By Indurl" he swore
strangely, his voice quavering with
Joy; "I had not thought of that!" He
Jumped up and began to move exulted
ly to and fro. "I am freol None but
you and I know of tho passing of the
Token and the delivery of tho mea
wigo nope qan poaslbly know .for
'days, perhaps weeks. For so nnioh
$ time at least I am In no danger of '
i Ho shut his mouth llko n trap on
' words that might havo cullghtoncd
Ambor.
"Of what?"
"Lot, mo boo: tboro aro still waste
fWoh in. tub world whero a man
may Iobo himself. Tharo's Canada
tho r Hudson bay region, Labrador.
A. discreet knock sounded on tho
door ln; tho partition, and It wub open
d gohtly. Doggott npponrod on tho
threshold, palo and careworn. Rut
ton paused, facing him.
4 "Well?"
"Any orders, sir?"
"Yea; begin packing up, Wo leavo
tomorrow."
"Very good, sir."
Hutton roplonlshed the flro and
tood with his back to It, smiling nl-
most happily. All ovldonce of romorso
ti4 disappeared "Free!" he cried soft
ly, "And by the simplest of solutions.
Strange that I should never havo
thouuht before tonight of ' Ho
glanced carelessly towardiUha win
dow; and it was as If his lips had
been wiped clean of speech.
Ambor turnod, thrilling, his flesh
crouplng with tho horror that ho had
divined in llutton's trnnsiixou gaxo.
Outsido tho glass, that wnu lightly
llvorcd with frost, ooraothlng moved
:ho spectral Bhadow of a turbancd
head moved and wan stationary for
tho Bpnco of 20 heartbeats, Beneath
tho turban Amber Boomed to sco two
oyes, wide staring and terribly alight
God J cried Rutton thickly, jerking
forth his pistol.
Tho shadow vanished.
With a slnglo thought Ambor
sprang upon Itutton, snatched tho
weapon from his norvolcss flngors,
and, leaping to tho door, lot himself
out.
Tho snow had ceased; only tho
wind raved with iintompered force.
Cautiously, and, to bo frank, a bit
dismayed, Amber mado n reconnais
sance, circling tho building, but dis
covered nothing to rownrd his pains.
Only, boforo tho window, through
which ho had scon tho peering tur
baned hoad, he found tho impressions
of two feet, rather deop and dcflnlto,
toes pointing toward tho house, as
though somo ono had lingered there,
looking In. Tho sight of them reas
sured him ridiculously.
"At least," ho reflected, "disembod
ied spirits loavo no footprints!"
Ho found Rutton precisely as ho
had loft him, his very attitude an un-
uttored question.
"No," Ambor told him, "ho'd made
a quick getaway. Tho marks of bis
foot wero plain enough, outsldo the
window, but ho was gone, and .
somehow I wasn't overkeen to fol
low him up."
"Right," said tho otdor man deject
edly. "I might havo known ChatterJI
would not havo como alono. So my
crlmo was futile." 116 spokd without
spirit as If complotoly fagged, and
movcti slowly to tho door.
"David, a llttlo while ago I promised
to ask your aid If evor tho time
should como when I might bo frco to
do 00; I said, 'That hour will never
strlko.' Yet already It Is horo; I
nood you. Will you holp mo?"
"You know that."
"I know. , . . Ono moment's
patlcnco, David." Rutton glancod at
tho clock. "Tlmo for my mcdlclno,"
ho said; "that heart troublo I men
tioned. . . ."
Ho drow from a waistcoat pocket a
small sllvor tubo, or phial, and un
corking this, measured out a certain
numbor of drops into a sllvor spoon.
As he swallowed tho doso tho pfilol
slipped from his flngors and rang
upon the hearthstone, spilling Its con
tents In tho ashes. A pungont and
heady odor flavored tho air.
"No mattor." said Rutton lndlffor-
cntly. "I shan't need It again for somo
tlmo." Ha picked up and restored tho
phial to his pocket "Now lot mo
think n bit" Ho took a quick turn up
tho room and down again.
"A mad danco," ho observed
thoughtfully: "this thing wo call llfo.
We meet and whirl asutidor motes In
a sunboam. Tonight Destiny choso to
throw us togothor for, a llttlo spneo;
tomorrow wo Bhall bo Irrevocably part
ed, for all tlmo."
"Pon't say that, Rutton."
"It Is bo written, David." Tho rann'B
smllo vas strangely placid. "After
UiIb night, we'll novor moot. In the
morning Doggott will "'forry you
over "
"Shan't wo go togothor?'
"No," said Rutton scronoly; "I must
loavo boforo you."
"Without Doggott?"
"Without Doggott; I wish him to
go with you." , .
"Whoro?"
"On tho errand I am going to ask
you to do for mo, You aro froo to
loavo this country for sovoral
months?"
"Quito. I correoted tho flnul gal
lays of my 'Analysis of Sanakrlt Liter
ature' just boforo I camo down. Now
I've nothing on my mind or hands.
Go on."
"Walt." Rutton wont n second time
to the leather trunk, lifted tho lid,
and camo back with two small par
cols. Tho one, which appoared to con
tain documonts of somo aort. ho caBt
negligently on tho flro, with tho air
of ono who destroys that which Is no
longor of valuo to him. It caught im
mediately and began to flamo and
smoko and Btnouldor. Tho othor was
several Inches squaro and flat, wrap
"Hear with me, David, for yet a llt
tlo while," Itutton beggod. "Sit down."
"All right but 1" Amber resumed
hin scat, staring.
"You and Doggott aro to sock her
out, wherovor shd may bo, and rescue
her from what may be worso than
death. And It Bhall como to pass that
you shall lovo ono another and marry
and llvo happily over nftor Just ns
though you were a princo and aho an
enchanted princess in a fairy tale, David."
"I must say you seem pretty damn
suro about it!"
"It must bo so, David; It shall bo
no! I am an old man older than you
think, perhaps and with ago thoro
sometimes comes something strange
ly akin to tho gift of second-sight So
I know It will bo so, though you think
mo a madman."
"I don't indeed, but you . . .
Well! I glvo It up." Amber laughed
uneasily. "Go on. Whero's this maid
en In distress?"
"Iu India I'm not suro Just whoro.
You'll find her, howovor."
And then?"
"Then you are to bring hor homo
with you, without delay."
"But suppose "
"You must .win her first; then she
will como gladly," '
"But I've Just told you I loved an-
othor woman, Rutton, and besides "
You mean tho Miss Farroll you
mentioned?"
"Yes. I"
"That will bo no obstacle."
'What! How in thunder d'you
know It won't?" Ambor expostulated.
A faint suspicion of the truth quick
ened his wits. "Who is this woman
you want mo to marry?"
"My daughter."
"Your daughter!"
"My only child, David."
"Thon why won't my my love for
Sophia Farroll intcrfero?"
"Bocauso," said Rutton slowly, "my
daughter and Sophia Farroll aro tho
same, . . . No; listen to me; I'm
not raving. Hero is my proof hor
latest photograph." Ho put It into
Amber's hands.
Dazed, tho younger man stared
"You will bo kind her, and true,
David? You'll lovo her faithfully and
mnko her lovo you?"
"I'll do my best" said tho young
roan humbly.
"It must bo bo she must bo taught
to lovo you. It la essential, impern
've, that 'sho marry you and.ldavo In,
dla with you without a day'n delay."
Amber sat back In his chair, breath
ing quickly, his mouth tense. "I'll do.
my bos But, Rutton, why? Won't
you toll mo? Shouldn't I know I,
who am to bo her husband, her protec
tor?" "Not from me. I am bound by an
oath, David. Somo day It may bo that
you will know. Perhaps not. You
may guess what you will you havo
much to go on. But from mo, noth
ing. Now, lot us sottlo tho dotnlls.
I'vo vory llttlo tlmo." Ho glaneed
again at tho shoddy tin clock, with a
slight but noticeable shiver.
"How's that? It's hours Ull morn
ing." "I Bhall nover see tho dawn, David,"
said Rutton qulotly.
"What''
"I havo but ten minutes more of
llfo. ... If you must know In a
word: poison. . . . That I be
saved a blacker-sin, David!"
"You moan that medicine tho sil
ver phial 7" Amber stoinmored, sick
with horror.
"Yes. Don't bo alarmed; It's slow
but sure and painless, dear boy. It
works Infallibly within half an hour.
Thoro'll bo no agony merely tho
drawing of tho curtain. Best of all, it
leaves no traces; a diagnostician
would call It heart-falluro. . . .
And thus I escape that" Ho nodded
coolly toward tho door.
"But this must not bo, Rutton!"
Amber roso suddenly, pushing back
his chair. "Something must be done.
Doggott"
"Not bo loud,- please you might
alarm him. After It's all over, call
him. But now It's useless; tho thing
la dono; thoro's no known antidote.
Bo kind to mo, David, In this hour of
mine extremity. Thoro's much still to
bo sold botween us , . . and In
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Studied It for Several Minutes, In Silence.
blankly at tho likeness of tho woman
ho loved; It was unquestionably she.
Ho gasped, trembling, astounded.
"Sophia . . .1" ho said thickly, col
oring hotly. Ho was conscious of a
tightening of his throat muscles, ma
king speech a mattor of difficulty. "But
but " ho stammorod.
"Hor mother," said Rutton softly,
looking away, "was a Russian noble
woman. Sophia Is Farrell's daughter
by adoption only. Farroll was onco
my closest friend. When my wlfo
died . . ." Ho covorod his eyes
with his hand and remained silent for a
fow seconds. "When Sophia was left
motherless), an Infant in arms, Farroll
offered to adopt hor, Because I bo
camo, ithout that tlmo, awaro of this
horror that has polsonod my llfo this
thing of which you havo scon some
thing tonight I accoptod on condition
that tho truth bo nover rovoalod to
hor. It cast mo tho friondship of Far
pod in plain paper, without a super- roll; he was thon but lately married
scrlptlon, and Bealod with sovoral and and I thought It dangerous to uo
hoavy blobs of red wax.
Rutton drow a chair closo to Ambor
and sut down, broakng tho seals
methodically.
"You Bhall go on a long Journey,
David," ho Bald slowly "a long Jour
nay, to n far land, whero you shall
bravo porlla that I may not warn you
against It will put your friendship to
tho tost"
"I'm ready."
Tno older man ripped tho cover
from tho packet exposing tho back
of what seemed to bo a photograph.
Holding this to tho light its faco in
vlslblo to Ambor, ho studied It for
Bovornl minutes, In sllenco, a tender
light kindling tn his oyos to Boften tho
almost nscotlo austorlty of his oxpres
slon, "In tho end, it you llvo, you
.shall win rich reward," ho Bald at
length. Ho placed tho photograph
faco down upon tho tablo.
"How a reward?"
"Tho lovo of a woman worthy of
you, David."
"But!" In consternation Amber
roso, almost knocking ovor his chair.
"But Great Scott, mnnl"
seon with him too much. I loft Eng
land, having Bottled upon my daughter
tho best part ot my fortuno, rotalnlng
only enough for my iiocdB. From that
day 1 nover saw hor or hoard from
Farroll, Yet I know I could trust
him. Last summer, whon my daugh
ter was presented nt court, I was in
London; I discovered tho namo of hor
photographor and bribed him to sell
mo this." Ho indicated tho pnoto-
graph.
"And sho doesn't know!"
"Sho muBt never know." Rutton
loaned forward and caught Ambor'B
hand In a compelling grasp. "Ro
member that. Whatovor you do, my
namo must novor pass your Hps with
roferonco to horself, at least. No ono
must oven suspect that you know mo
Farroll least of all."
"Sophia knows that now," Bald Am
bor. "Qualn and I opoko ot you ono
night but tho namo mado no Impros
slon on her, I'm suro of that"
"That Is good; Farroll has been
trud. Now , . you will go to
India?"
"I will go," Ambor promlaod.
fesslon, he never seemed to havo any
practice to speak of and ho lnvontod
this stuff and named it tho B-Form-ula."
Rutton tapped tho silver phial
In his waistcoat pooket, smiling faint
ly. "Ho was n good llttlo man. . .
Two minutes. Strange how llttlo one
cares, when It's inovitablo. . . "
Ho ceased to speak and closed his
cj-33. A groat stillness mado Itaeu
fc't within tho room. In tho other,
Doggott was silent probably asloep.
It was closo upon two In tho morn
ing.
"Amber," said Rutton suddenly and
very clearly, "you'll find a will In my
dispatch box. Doggott Is to hav6 all
I possess. Tho emerald ring tho
Token I glvo to you."
"Yes, I I"
"Your hand. . . . Mine Is cold?
No? I fancied It was," said tho man
drowsily. And lator: "Sophia. You
will bo kind to her, David?"
"On my faith!"
Rutton's flngors tightened cruelly
upon his, then relaxed suddenly. Ho
began to nod, his chin drooping to
ward his broast
"Tho Gateway ... the Eell
Tho words were no more than whls-
pors dying on lips that stilled as they
npoko.
For a long tlmo Amber sat unmov-
Ing, his fingers imprisoned In that
quiet cooling grasp, his thoughts
astray in a black mist of mourning
and bewilderment
Out of doors something made a cir
cuit of the cabin, llko a beast of the
night, stealthy footsteps muffled by
tho Bnow: pad pad pad . . .
In the emorald ring on Amber's
finger the deathless fire leaped and
pulsed.
Eovon minutes moro . .
Rutton retained bis clutch upon Am
ber's hand; and his eyes, their luster
dimmed, held Amber's, pitiful, pas
sionato, lnoxorablo In their entreaty.
Ambor sat down, his soul shaken with
tho pity of It
"Ah-h!" sighed Rutton. Relieved,
tho tension relaxed; ho relcasod Am
Dors nana; nia body Bank a llttlo in
tho chair. Becoming conscious of this,
ho pulled hlmsolf together. . . .
"Entor India by way of Calcutta," ho
said in a dull and heavy volco.
"Thoro, In tho Machua bazar, you will
find a goldsmith and money lendor
called Dhola Baklsh. Go to him se
cretly, Bhow him tho ring tho Token.
Ho will undorstand and do all In his
powor to aid you, should thore bo any
troublo about your loavlng with So
phia. To no ono elso tn India nro you
to mention my namo. Deny mo, if
taxed with knowing mo. Do you un
dorstand?"
"No. Why?"
"Novor mind but romombor thoso
two things: you do not know mo and
you must under no circumstances havo
anything to do with tho police. They
could do nothing to holp you; on the
othor hand, to bo seon with them, to
havo It known that you communicate
with them, would bo tho equivalent of
a soai upon your death warrant You
romombor tho monoy londer'a namo?"
"Dhola Bakosh ot tho Machu ba
zar."
"Trust him and trust Doggott .
, , Four mlnutos moro!"
"Rutton!" cried Amber In a broken
volco. Cold sweat broko out upon his
forehead.
Tho man smiled fearlessly. "Bellovo
mo, this Is tho hotter, way tho only
way. . . . Somo day you may
moot a llttlo chap named Labortoucho
a quoor fish I onco know In Cal
cutta, But I daresay he's dead by.
now. But It you should moot him, tell
him that you'vo soon his B-Formula
work flawlessly In ono Instance ut
loast. You bco, ho dabbled In chom
tatry and entomology and a 'lot ot un
common pursuits a solicitor by pro-
CHAPTER VI.
Red Dawn.
Presently Ambor rose and qulotly
exchanged dressing gown and sllppera
for his own shooting Jacket and boots
which by now wero dry, thanks to
Doggott's thoughtulness In placing
them near tho flro.
The shabby tin clock had droned
through 30 mlnutos since Rutton had
spoken his last word. In that Inter
val, sitting faco to face, and for a lit
tle tlmo hand In hand, with tho man
to whom ho had pledged his honor,
Ambor had thought dcoply, carefully
weighing ways and means; nor did he
move until ho bollcvcd his plana ma
ture and definite.
But beforo ho could take ono stop
toward redeeming his word to Rut
ton, ho had many cares to dispose of.
In tho hut, Rutton lay doad of poison;
somowhoro among tho dunes tho babu
lay In his blood, shot to death foully
murdered, tho world would say.
Should thoso things bocomo known, ho
would bo detained Indefinitely In No
komls as a witness If, indood, ho es
caped a graver charge.
It was, then, with a mind burdened
with black anxiety that he went to
arouso Doggott.
"Mr. Rutton Is dead, Doggott," ho
managed to Bay with somo difficulty.
Doggott exclaimed bencnth his
breath. "Dead!" ho crlod In a tone of
daze. In two strides ho bad left Am
ber and was kneeling by Rutton's
sldo. Tho most cursory examination,
howovor, sufficed to rcsolvo his every
'doubt
"Doad!" whispered the servant Ho
roso and stood swaying, his lips
a-tromble, his oyes blinking through a
mist, his head bowed. '"E always
was uncommon' good to mo, Mr. Am
ber," ho said brokenly. "It's a bit
'ard, comln' this w'y. Ow 'ow did
It " Ho broko down completely for
a tlme.v
When ho had himself In moro con
trol Amber told him as briefly as pos
sible ot tho head at tho window and
of Its sequel Rutton's despairing sui
cide. Doggott listened In sllonco, nodding
his comprehension. "I've always look
ed for It, sir," ho commented. " 'E'd
warned mo novor to touch that silver
tubo; 'o nover said poison, but I sus
pected It '0 being bluo and mclan-
choly-llko, by fits and turns 'o nevor
told mo why.
Thon, roverontly, they toolc up tho
body and laid it out upon the ham
mock-bod. Doggott arranging the
limbs and closing tho oyes beforo
spreading a sheet ovor tho rigid form
'And now, what, Mr. Ambor?" he
asked.
'Mr. Rutton epoke of a dispatch
box. DoEKott You know where to
And It?"
"Yes, sir."
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kerosono oil on it, and rubbed both
sides of tho Wire mesh ot tho scveens
with it. That night ono lonely moB
quito disturbed our rest Two or throe
times each week I rubbed tho screens
e llko manner, and wo enjoyed pcaco
the rest of tho summer. Tho odor
fram tho oil remains only n few min
utes, and tho oil itself preserves "the
Bcroens and keeps away flies. Good
Housekeeping Macazlno.
The Ground of Their Love.
"Let us have peace," swd the Eng
lish Invader. "Can yon uot Bee tha'
the white strangers lov, tho redmen?"
"Ah, yes," replied the Intelligent In
dian, "they love the very ground we
walk upon." Sacred Heart Review.
r
Contrary Enthusiasm.
"Funny, wnsn't it, how that lecturer
warmed up to his subject."
"Why bo?"
"Bocauso It was on cold Btorogei-
l Baltimore American.
"That's
Good'
Is often said of
Post
Toasties
when eaten with cream or
rich milk and a sprinkle of
sugar if desired.
That's the cue for house
keepers who want to please
the whole family.
Post Toasties are ready
to serve direct from the
package
Convenient
Economical
, Delicious
"The Memory Lingers"
Sold by Grocers
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