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CHAPTER XVI—(Continued.)
"Come. Eric, let us go back. Let
Bs go far away from here. Why should
we stay in Corinth? Why stay here by
the sea? Think of the great, dry, peace
ful west, where the mountains—”
“Listen,” he broke in. his voice ris
ing to a monotonous, sing-song pitch,
"listen to me. The Ashing off tho
Point used to be the best along the
coast. They tell me there is no catch
at all in theso days, and hasn’t been
for half a dozen years. The great
catches are no more. The fishermen
Bay that the stretch from here to the
Eddy Islands is hoodooed. They can’t
understand it. But I could tell them.
Mary. I could tell them. There’s some
thing out there that scares them away,
that—”
“Why, Eric!” she cried. "You are
losing your mind. What a silly thing
to say. As if that could make any dif
ference to a fish! Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Well, it’s queer, isn’t it?” he in
sisted. “You’ll have to admit it." He
atared out across the tumbling waters,
white fear in his wide-spread eyes.
She gave him a swift, furtive look, and
then fell to trembling all over. Was
he going mad?
“Come away, Eric,” she cried, tight
ening her grasp on his arm. “It’s hor
rid here. Let us go back. It’s tea
time. See. it will Roon be dark.”
“I wonder—I wonder if it could be
possible for waves as big as these to
wash an iron chest ashore. Maybe it’s
coming now. rolling over and over on
the bottom of-”
She screamed aloud.
“Don’t!”
He had drawn so close to the brink
of the precipice, the better to search
the foaming crannies far below with
dreadful, eager eyes. After a moment
he obeyed the frantic tugging of her
hands and fell back to a less perilous
footing, a short laugh cracking on his
lips.
“No,” he said, with a note of triumph
in his voice; “it can’t come ashore. It’s
out there to stay.”
“Come, Eric,” she pleaded.
He threw his arm around her. “What
a beast 1 am to keep you up here in the
wind and rain. Why, you’re drenched.
You’re half frozen.” Swiftly aroused
to compassion and concern for her, he
led her away from the wild brink to a
less exposed spot in the lee of a jutting
rock. Here they were sheltered from
the wind and the freezing drizzle; but
the gale shrieked about their ears, and
the sea roared all the more loudly be
cause they had slunk back from its
fury. Great gulls careened past them,
their screams no more than sharp,
staccato barks, as of a dog in flight.
The terror in Mary’s eyes was most
distressing to him. She was trembling
violently. Her wet hair had blown
across her face. Her figure was limp,
pathetic.
‘‘We’ll go back, dearie,” he cried. ’’I’m
sorry you came. .You will be ill for all
this. I should have come alone. That’s
what I wanted to do. I wanted to
smash this fear and dread I’ve had for
years. Well, I’ve done it. I’m no longer
afraid of Stone Wall or the sea out
yonder. I can laugh at them and at
myself for having been afraid. I can
laugh at-”
Suddenly he stopped as if petrified.
Even as he uttered his hapless boast,
there came floating up to him on the
wings of the gale a harsh, never to be
forgotten laugh, mocking, distant, un
located; came floating up as a part of
the gibbering turmoil, out of the wind
racked Atlantic, out of nowhere!
“Good God!” he gasped, shrinking
back against the rock wdth the glare
cf horror in his eyes.
She looked at him in utter amaze
ment—and dread. The terror in his
face was something she was never to
forget.
“Eric,” she whined. “What is it?”
His voice was hoarse. “Did—-did you
hear it?”
“There is some one out here besides
ourselves, Eric,” cried she, “so don’t
be afraid. We are not alone, dear. I
heard some one-”
He turned upon her with a glad
shout. “You—you did hear it, then?
You heard the laugh?"
“Yes, of course. Tramps, I suppose,
sheltered in the caves over——■”
“Thank God! Thank God!” he
shouted. “If you heard it, too, then it
must have been real.”
“Real? The laugh? Why—why,
Eric, how queerly you act. What of it?
Was it the laugh that—Ah! See!
There they are—two of them.”
She was pointing excitedly along the
crest of the cliff toward the right.
In bold relief against the leaden sky,
the figures of two men stood out clear
ly defined. Not more than 100 yards
separated the two couples on this bleak,
supposedly deserted stretch of Stone
Wall.
In sheer amazement the Midthornes
Iized at their fellow adventurers.
Slowly into their intelligence stole the
knowledge that these men were not
strangers. They knew them well!
Great, rain-coated men were they, wind
blown and sturdy, and they looked not
toward them, but out to sea.
Again the raucous laugh was wafted
across the rocks.
“By heaven, Mary, it’s Adam Carr!”
cried Eric, passing his hand over his
eyes, a great weakness assailing him.
Mary was staring hard at Adam's
companion, a tall man in storm hat and
coat
“And John,” she cried, amazed. “John
Payson.”
At that instant the two men turned,
as if so ordered by some strange, com
pelling force, and looked squarely at
the spot where the Midthornes stood.
CHAPTER XVII.
A BEGGAR COMES KNOCKING.
For many seconds they stared in
tently at each other. It was quite evi
dent that John Payson had not been
aware of this propinquity until the
present moment. His surprise was ap
parent even at so great a distance. Not
so Adam Carr. There could be no
doubting the fact that he had known all
along of the Midthorne's presence on
Stone Wall. Either he had followed
them to the wild, lonely spot, or he had
exercised that amazing sense of clalr
Voyancy which he possessed, guessing
correctly that Eric would venture first
of all to the scene of his so called crime
before going to his uncle with the con
fession.
At last Payson sent an eager cry
across the rocks to Mary, calling out
her name as he abruptly left his com
panion's side to make his way toward
her. Adam Carr sprang after him,
clutching his arm. The younger man
came to a standstill, plainly amazed by
the act of his companion. A moment
later they were to be seen In earnest
conversation, the older man apparently
calm and obdurate, the younger expos
tulating vehemently. Thrice the latter
i
2S
sought to shake off the retaining hand.
Finally they gave over talking and
turned to contemplate the couple In the
lee of the rock. Two strong figures
were they, silhouettes against the grey,
unlovely sky, defying the wind that
scoured the cliffs.
"Eric,” said Mary, her lips close
to his ear, "is there really a resem
blance, or Is my mind so full of Adam
Carr that I can see no one else? Isn’t
It odd that I should—”
"It's not a fancy, Mary,” said he
gravely, without taking his eyes from
the two men. "The likeness Is there.
It’s real. Now, maybe you can begin
to understand.”
“But I don’t understand," she cried
In perplexity. Suddenly light burst up
on her. “Oh, Erie, you—you can’t mean
that—that he—”
“See for yourself, dear. It's odd you
never noticed it before."
A low moan fell from her lips. She
hid her face against his shoulder, blot
ting out the fantastic vision that smote
her so cruelly.
He was quick to comfort her. "Noth
ing Is sure in this world, Mary darling,
and this may be a coincidence, a freak
of nature.”
“Take me home, Eric,” came In
smothered tones from his shoulder.
He glanced toward the men on the
brow of the cltff. Adam Carr waved
his hand In a friendly fashion, and an
Instant later John Fayson did the same.
Then, with seeming reluctance, he
turned to follow the older man. Side
by side, they turned away from the
edge of Stono Wall, urged to swifter
strides by the wind at their backs. Not
once did they look behind.
“They’re going, Mary,” said Eric.
She raised her eyes. Together they
watched the two men until they were
lost to sight among the rocks that
llnql the distant roadway.
“I am afraid of him, Eric,” she
moaned. "I am afraid of Jack now.
There was something terrible about
hltn, something I’d never seen before—
never even dreamed of.”
"If he Isn’t the son of Ad—”
"Stop!" she almost screamed. "I don’t
want you to say It. You may be wrong.
God may have played a trick on us, on
every one. I’m beginning to think that
God isn’t above small things like that.
No, no! We must never speak of It
It hurts, Eric, oh, how It hurts.”
"On my soul, Mary, I am sorry for
him. He Is a decent chap. I—■”
"He Is a man, Errle, and I love him.
I love him! I shall love him till I die.”
“But you can see how Impossible it
will bo for you to—”
“Haven’t I said I would give him
up?” she cried, beating upon his breast
with her clenched hands. "Don't ask
me to say anything more.”
“Maybe It’s all right, after all,” he
began, but she stopped him.
“If It’s all right, why should he be
out here today with that man? No! He
stands with Adam Carr and he stands
for Adam Carr. He is against you.
There Is a greater influence than my
love at work with him.”
“He tried to come to you.”
“Then, what was It that held him
back?” she demanded fiercely.
He held her off, looking straight Into
her eyes, and spoke steadily, even calm
ly.
xxv uau juoi licuii iioiciuug iu /luaui
Carr’s story of the thing that lies out
there In the sea. That’s why. H,e knows
about me, Mary. That’s what held him
back.”
“Eric,” she said, after a moment, "I
think we’d better tell everything to Un
cle Horace.”
"Yes,” said he, ''I’ve mads up my
mind to do It.”
"Walt till tomorrow, dear.”
"Why put it off?”
"Plense, Errie—Just because I ask it
of you.”
A sharp exclamation fell from his
Ups. The next instant he was pointing
in the direction of Bud’s Rock. A man
was hurrying toward them, a distant,
wind fighting figure that came on
swiftly, regardless of the rough, uneven
going and the crevasses. He held his
hand before his nose and mouth, to
breathe the better1 in the face of the
gale.
"It’s Jack!” she cried eagerly.
Her brother’s arms dropped from her
shoulders, and a muttered word of ex
ecration ground its way through his
teeth. Then, with no word of expla
nation, he advanced to meet the oncom
er, holding her tightly by the arm.
Half way across the bleak plateau,
John Payson stopped, planting himself
squarely in their path. There he wait
ed until they came up. Eric would have
passed him by. with a hoarse command
to Mary, but her lover shifted his posi
tion. obstructing the way.
"What do you want?” demanded Eric
coming to a standstill and regarding
him with blazing eyes.
"I want Marv.” said Jack Payson res
olutely. ‘You’re a beast, Eric, to bring
her out here on a day like this. Do
you understand? A beast.”
Mary swirled In front of Eric, throw
ing herself on his breast, and clinging
to him. She did not utter a word, but
the act was significant.
For a full minute her brother glared
at Payson. Then his anger fled before
Justice and reason.
"You're right, Payson,” he exclaimed
miserably. "A selfish beast. Will you
come along with us? Help me to get
her back to the house.”
Without a word, Payson sprang to
her side, clasping one of her arms in
his. Together they half carried her
across the wild, open plateau, across
the ill fated bridge and into the pro
tected highway.
She was limp with fatigue and ex
citement, and the pain that was in her
heart. In the shelter of the defile she
begged them to stop until she could re
cover her breath and her lost compo
sure.
”1 couldn't stand It, Mary,” Payson
was saying, a world of anxiety In hie
voice. "I couldn’t leave you out there.
Adam tried to keep me from coming
back, but I—”
"I am so glad you came. Jack,” she
cried. "I wondered why you went away
without—”
"Here, here!” expostulated Eric. "Are
you forgetting what you said back
there?"
"No,” she faltered; "but I can’t help
saying this, Errie. Oh, I don't know
what I am to do.” It w’as a wall that
cut him like a sharp edged sword.
He turned upon Payson.
"What were you doing out there with
Adam Carr?” he demanded.
"I’m not answerable to you,” retorted
Payson.
"Don’t quarrel.” pleaded Mary.
"Please don’t quarrel."
“What was Adam Carr saying to
you?” went on Eric recklessly.
"See here, Midthorne,” began the oth
er hotly, "you’ve said some ugly things
to me lately. Adam Carr Is my friend.
He’s yours, too. You ought to be
ashamed of yourself , »r-” j
' ^
"What was he telling you?” repeat
ed Eric.
Payson opened his llpa to speak, then
thought better of the Impulse. He con
tented himself with a long, hard, even
suspicious scrutiny of the questioner's
face.
"Borne other time. If you please,” he
said tartly. “It Is our duty to get poor
Mary home as quickly as possible.
Come, dear.”
But sho clung to Eric, Ignoring the
outstretched hand. Payson fell away
as If he had been slapped In {he face.
He kept pace with them all the way to
the Verner cottage, but not a word fell
from his Ups In all that distance.
It was quite dark when they came to
the gate; the sharp, chill mist was still
I blowing. Mary's teeth wero chattering.
"Good night," said Jaok Payson.
Eric hesitated. He had been think
ing hard all the way up from the coast,
but his thoughts were not hftrd. Some
how, the manliness, the self restraint,
the very thoughtfulness of John Pay
son wrought a subtle change In his es
timate of the man. He was wonder
ing if he was not really grateful to
him, If he was not, after all, more than
grateful. Years ago he had been sor
ry for him. Was he not sorry for him
now?
“Won’t you come in, Jack?” he asked
abruptly, holding the gate open.
Payson stared, first at one, then the
other. He began to stammer an apol
ogy' for hurrying on.
“Come to the fire,” said Mary, look
ing at him over Eric’s shoulder.
The look In those dark, piteous eyes
decided him. ,
"I want to be friendly with you,
Eric," he said, "and I want to speak
with you about something that has Just
transpired. I will come In for a few
minutes. First of all. Mary must get
out of her wet clothes. And you, too.
Something hot to drink.”
"And bed for her,’’ added Eric mean
ingly.
They entered the cottage. The room
was quite dark, except for the space
directly in front of the dying embers
In the fireplace. The trio, with thetr
shadows, filled the corner of the room
nearest the door, where they had
paused at a word from Eric.
He glanced keenly about the room,
then gave vent to a short, apologetlo
laugh.
“I half expected Adam Carr sitting
here," he said.
“He took the 6:20 for New York,”
said Payson.
Eric started. “Are you sure?” un
easily.
"Certainly. At least, that was his
Intention. He had time to make it. We
drove to Stone Wall, you see.”
"Then you got there after we did?”
Payson smiled faintly, almost Ironi
cally. "Spies don’t precede their vic
tims as a general thing,” he said. "I’ll
replenish the fire while you are chang
ing.”
Mary left the room without turning
her bent head to look at her wouldbe
protector. Eric followed her. He was
back in a moment, however. Payson
looked up from the pile of wood and
kindling over which he stooped.
“Take off your wet slices and stock
ings.” he ordered sharply.
“Time enough for that,” said Mld
thorne, coming up to Btand over him.
“What were you doing out there?
Quick, before Mary comes hack.
‘‘I’ll fix the fire first," said Payson
deliberately.
Neither spoke for three or four min
utes, while he laid the paper and kin
dling. When the fresh, blue flames be
gan to dodge In and out among the logs
he arose and faced Mary's brother,
cooly brushing the wood dust from his
hands.
"We were out there to look at the
place where my father was lost. My fa
ther, mind you," he said with curious
emphasis.
Eric’s satirical smile was not lost on
him.
"Would you mind taking off your
sou’wester Payson?” he said Irrelevant
ly . ’’It’s dripping all over the rug.”
"I’ll stand on the hearth stone," said
the other. They were sparring for time
in a most deliberate manner.
"Then, move over a bit; I’m also
wet.”
They stood side by side, with their
backs to the blaze—two tall, tense fig
ures that waited. Outside the wind
shrieked and crooned by turns; the
windows rattled in their frames; a soft.
Insistent beating on the panes, as of
tiny insects hurtling, told of the rain
that blew.
“I waited at old Jabe’s cottage for
Adam,” said Payson abruptly, looking
straight before him. “I’d been worry
ing over something you put into my
head, Midthorne. I couldn’t go to my
mother about it. Adam was the only
one who could explain. He did not
hesitate. I had a buggy there. We
drove out to Stone Wall. He showed
roe where my father’s schooner was
lkst seen afloat, and where the wreck
age came In, and the dead bodies of the
crew. At the mouth of the ravine. My
father went down and never cams
ashore. The schooner Is out there now,
on the bottom, half way to Eddy’s Isl
ands, 100 fathoms down. And there,
Eric, is where my father was burled 82
years ago."
“Is that all he said?"
"No, he said my mother was true to
my father, as true as steel.”
He was still staring at the opposite
wall, his face set and white.
"Nothing about Chetwynd?” demand
ed Eric bluntly.
(Continued next week.)
Execution of a Police Crook.
From the Chicago Newa.
Efforts to save Charles Becker, the for
mer police official of New York, from ex
ecution failed and he has died In the elec
tric chair. Becker was convicted of re
sponsibility for the death of a protected
gambler who was about to confess to the
district attorney of New York that Beck
er was his partner In the gambling house
run by him. Aside from the natural re
vulsion against the taking of human life,
even In fulfillment of the law, there will
be general satisfaction at the fate of
Becker. .
Police graft In large American cities
far too commonly goes unpunished. The
fate of Becker Is a sign that a new order
Is beginning. District Attorney Whitman,
who procured the conviction of Becker, Is
now the governor of the state of New
York. He was selected to that position
because of his effectiveness In fighting
this particular battle of the people against
police corruption.
The struggle to eliminate police graft
Is a long and difficult struggle, but It Is
bound to succeed. The sending of Becker
to the death chair In New York for a
crime which he conceived and executed
through the agency of criminals who
should have been objects of prosecution
Instead of his tools should bp an Impress
ive warning to grafters In the police ser
vice of any American city.
The spectacle of Becker’s execution has
special significance for Chicago In view
of recent revelations In the criminal
court In connection with the trial of po
licemen accused of corrupt dealings with
notorious swindlers. The parallel Is strik
ing, except that In this community what
Is said to have been an attempt to close
the earthly career of a talkative witness
did not result In murder. Bertsche and his
allies In various bold swindling operations,
even if they are not to be believed In full,
have made disclosures that point to cor
ruption In local police circles.
It Is notorious that afforestation Is
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needs, and It Is therefore of Interest to
learn that a school of forestry Is about
to be established In the university of
Nanking. The co-operation of the di
rector of forestry at Manila has been
obtained, and it Is proposed to send two
experts from Manila to aid in estab
lishing the school.
rThe Gent leu
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use old brick, common rock, or crushed A
tile from old tile roofs. The slate also 8
increases the fire-resisting qualities, R
thereby minimizing fire dangers and |j
lowering insurance rates. £
5jj Certain-teed roofing, shingles, wall boards, felts, building pagers, etc.,
'SA bearing the General's name, are sold by your local lumber or hardware deal
C er at very reasonable prices. Don’t send your money away for these
1 goods. Patronize your home dealer.
2 General Roofing Manufacturing Company
World's largest manufacturers of Roofing and Building Papers
5j New York City Chicago Philadelphia St. Louis Boston Cleveland Pittsburgh
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SOME HINTS FOR BUILDERS
Great Care Should Be Taken In Selec
tion of the Most Substantial
Roofing Material.
If you were without preparation or
plan, rudely placed in a wilderness,
your first thought would be of food
supply and your next of shelter, for
these are the two most vital necessi
ties of mankind. It Is therefore
natural that the best thought, and
study are put upon these two essen
tials.
More forward steps have been
taken In the building Industry in the
past fifteen years, as regards comfort,
service and architectural beauty than
In the fifty years previous.
Only In recent years has the hand
ling of cement in building work been
understood properly, and progress is
still constantly being made with It.
Modern hotels and office buildings
ai^ being equipped with sheet metal
mouldings and steel veenered doors.
Nearly every important change in
building construction Is away from
the fire hazard of wood.
One of the most significant develop
ments of recent years Is the crushed
slate surfaced asphalt shingle which
is, on new construction and old, rapid
ly supplanting the wooden article.
There are many reasons for this. The
slate surfaced shingles add beauty to
any building—in fact, there is really
no comparison from an architectural
standpoint. Crushed slate of pleasing
tints of red or green, is employed as a
surfacing. The shingles are uniform
ly eight Inches wide and are exposed
four Inches to the weather. No paint
ing Is necessary as the red or green
crushed slate is natural and therefore
cannot fade.
The purchaser, however, Bhould
guard himself against buying a slate
surfaced shingle that Is not guaran
teed by a reliable and responsible
manufacturer. There are so many
kinds of roofing and shingles on the
market today each claiming to be the
best that It becomes necessary for the
buyer to get some satisfactory assur
ance that the roofing or shingles are
represented honestly.
Broke.
"I Just got my car back from the
repair shop this morning.”
‘‘Thun why aren’t you running It?”
“I paid the repair bill, and I’ve
got to wait until I can save up some
money to buy gasoline.”
Looks Down on Common Folk.
"That aviator is quite uppish.”
"Considers himself one of the aero
stocracy, I suppose."
Greatly Perturbed.
"This war 1b causing a lot of peopl*
to do some serious thinking wh(
never did It before."
"1 have no doubt you are right."
“I know a woman who hasn’t beer
able to buy anything In Paris slnci
it started.”
Drink Denison’s Coffee,
For your health’s sake.
Dodging an Issue.
“Do you know where I can buy an}
counterfeit money?” inquired the man
with a suitcase.
“Are you looking for trouble?”
"No. But I’m against the tipping
evil and at the same time I want to
go through the formalities and avoid
being made uncomfortable by the
waiters.”
Important to Mothers
Examine carefully every bottle at
CASTORIA, a safe and sure remedy foi
Infants and children, and see that It
In Use For Over 30 Tears.
Children Cry for Fletcher’s Castoria
Pitiless.
"Some men have no hearts,” said
the tramp. ‘T've been a-tellln' that
feller I am so dead broke that I have
to sleep outdoors.”
“Didn't that fetch him?” asked the
other.”
“Naw. He told me he was a-doln'
the same thing, and had to pay the
doctor for tellin’ him to do It.”—Chris
tian Register.
CUTICURA SHAVING
la (Jp-to-Date Shaving for 8ensitlvf
Skins. Trial Free.
Prepare razor. Dip brush in ho|
water and rub It on Cuticura Soap held
in palm of hand. Then make lather
on face and rub in for a moment
with fingers. Make second lathering
and shave. Rub bit of Cuticura Oint
ment over shaven parts (and on scalp
if any dandruff or itching) and wash
all off with Cuticura Soap and hot
water, shampooing same time. One
soap for all—shaving, shampooing,
bathing and toilet. It’s velvet for sen
sitive skins. No slimy mug. No germs.
No waste of time or money. Free
sample each, if you wish. Address
postcard, "Cuticura, Dept. XT, Bos
ton.’’ Sold everywhere.—Adv.
But a man never realizes what foo,
ideas he has until after he builds s
house according to his own plans.
10c Worth of
Will Clear $1.00 Worth of Land
Get rid of the stumps and grow
big crops on cleared land. Now
is the time to clean up your farm
while products bring high prices. Blasting is
quickest, cheapest and easiest with Low Freez
ing Du Pont Explosives They work in cold
weather. j
Write for Free Handbook of Explosive! No. S9F,
I and name of nearest dealer.
DU PONT POWDER COMPANY
WILMINGTON DELAWARE
