The ledger. [volume] (Gaffney City, S.C.) 1896-1907, July 04, 1902, Image 6

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r\n r o * ^w^S/f(DND EPUDOE • IN THE LIFE OF AMELIA BUTTEI ^ 57 ' BV ANNA KATHAPINf GPEEN^ AUTHOR OF * THE LEAVCMVAORTH CAJT.* DEHIND CUVED DQOQ^ THAT APfAlB NEXT DOOR* -‘COPYRIGHT. 18^7. BT ANNA K. ROHLfJ’ — ETC. ETC CHAPTER L Ever sinoe my fortuuate—or shall I «ny unfortunate, connection with that famous case of murder in Gramercy park I have had it intimated to me by many of my friends—and by innumera ble acquaintances—that no woman who bad met with such success in detective work would ever be satisfied with a siu- Kl« display of her powers and that sooner or later I would find myself again at work upon somo other case of strik ing peculiarities. As vanity has never been my foible, and as, moreover, I never have and never would bo likely to forsake the plain path marked out for my sex at any oth er call than that of duty, I invariably responded to these insinuations by an affable bnt incredulous smile, striving to excuse their presumption by remem bering their ignorance of my nature and the very excellent reasons 1 bad for my one notable interference in tho police affairs of New York city. Besides, though I appeared to be rest ing quietly, if not in entire content ment. on my laurels, 1 was not so utter ly removed from the old atmosphere of crime and its detection as the world in general considered me. Mr. Gryce still visited me; not on business, of course, but as a friend, as a man for whom I had some regard, and naturally our con versation was not always confined to lire weather or even to city politics, provocative as tho latter subject is of •outroversy bt tween all right thinking *ieu and women just now Not that he ever betrayed any of the berets of the office or even any of his own—oh, no; that would have been too much to expect—but he did sometimes fcention some of the outward aspects of Some celebrated case, and though 1 nev- fsr ventured upon advice—1 know too much for that, 1 hope—I found my wits more or less exercised by a couvt rsatiou from which he expected to gain .some thing without acknowledging it, and 1 to give something without appearing to be conscious of tho fact. 1 was therefore satisfied in my mind -tnd was finding life p!ea>ant and full of interest when suddenly (1 hud no right to expect it, and 1 do not blame myself for not expecting it or for holding my head so high at the prognostications of niy friends) an opportunity came for a direct < xoreise of my detective powers | in a line seemingly so laid out lor me by Providence that 1 felt 1 would bo j slighting the powt rs above if 1 ri fused to enter it, though now i see that the line j was laid out for me by Mr. Gryce and that 1 was obeying anything but the call of duty in embracing it. But (Ids is not explicit Let me tell the whole from the beginning. Guo night Mr Gryce came to my house look ing older and more feeble than usual. He was engaged m a perplexing ease, lie said, and missed his early vigor and per- I sisteucy Would 1 like to hear about it? It was not in the line of his usual work, ‘ yet it had points—and well—it would do ' him good to talk about it to a uoupro- fessional who was capable of srmpatidz- ! iug with its baffling and worrisome b a- j tun s and yet would never have to be told to hold her peace. I ought to have been on my guard. 1 ought to have known tho old fox well enough to feel certain that when ho went so manifestly out of bis way to rake me into his confidence be did it for a purpose it would be well enough! for me to understand before placing too great stress on his disabilities, but Jove nods now and then—or so I have been assured by what should be consid ered as unimpeachable authority—and if Jove has ever bei n caught napping • surely Amelia Bntterwnrth may lie par doned for one such inconsistency. “It is not a city crime,” Mr. Gryce went on to explain, and lu re he was base cuough to sigh “At my time of life that is an important and a tur fix m desirable cou.-uierutiou. It is no longer a simple matter for me to pack up a aJise and go off to some distant vil lage, way up in the mountains perhaps, where comforts are f“w and secrecy an impossibility. Comforts have become indispensable to my threescore years ami ten, and seerecy—well, if ever '.here was a case where one needs to go softly, it is this one, as you will see if you win allow me to gne you the facts of the case as known at headquarters today. ’’ I bowed, trying not to show my sur prise or my extreme satisfaction. Mr. Airyce assumed bis most benignant as pect, always a dangerous one with him, and began his story CHAPTER II I am tkmptkd. Some 90 miles from here, in a more <or less inaccessible region, there is a email but beautiful village which has been the scene of so many strange and unaccountable disappearances, presum ably murders, that the attention of the 27ew York police has been at last direct ed to it. The town, which is at least nine miles from any railroad, is one of those quiet, placid little spots found now and then among the mountains, v bare life is of the simplest and crime, to all appearance, an clement so out of accord with every other characteristic of the place ns to seem a complete anom aly. Yet crime or some other hide ous mystery almost equally revolting has during the last live years been ac countable for the disappearance in or about tins village of four persons of various ages and occupations. Of these, three were strangers and one a well known vagabond accustomed to tramp the hills and live on tfce bounty of farmers’ wives. All were of the male sex, and in no ease lias any clew ever come to light as to their fate. They were seen in town or near it and then suddenly were not seen or ever heard of again. That is the matter as it “stands before the police today.” “A serious affair," I remarked. “Seems to me 1 have read of such things in novels. Is there a tumbled down old inn in the vicinity where beds are made up over trapdoors?” His smile was a mild protest against my flippancy. “1 have visited the town myself There is no inn there, tut a comfortable hotel of the most matter of fact sort, kept by the frankest and most open minded of landlords. Besides, these dis appearances as a rule did not take place at night, but in broad daylight. Imag iue this street at noon. It is a short one, and you kuow every house on it, and, you think, every lurking place. You see a mau enter it at one end and you expect him to issue from it at the other. But suppose lie never does More than that, suppose he is never heard of again and that this thing should happen just here on this one street six times during five years.” "I should move,” 1 responded dryly “Would you? Many good people have moved from the place I speak of, but that has not helped matters. The disap pearances go on, and the why and the where are juat as much a mystery as ever. ” “Yon interest me,” I said. “Come to think of it, if this street were the srene of such an unexplained series of horrors as you have described, 1 do not- think I would move.” “1 thought not,” bo responded curt ly “But since you are interested let me be more explicit in my statements The first person whose disappearance was noted”— “ Wait, ” I interrupted. “Have you a map of the place?” He smiled, nodded quite affectionate ly to an old friend of his on the inantel- piec", but did not produce the map. “That detail will keep,” said he. “Let me go ou with my story. As I was saying, madam, the first person whose disapiiearauc e there was noted was u peddler of small wares, accustomed to tramp the mountains. On this occasion he had be< n in town longer than usual and was known to have sold fully half of his goods. Consequently he must have had quite a sum of money upon him Cue day his pack was found lying under a cluster of bushes in a wood, but '■f him nothing was ever again heard. It made an excitement for a few days while the woods were being searched for his body, but nothing having been discovered he was forgotten and every thing went on as before, till suddenly public attention was again aroused by the pouring in of letters containing in quiries in regard to a young mau who had been Sent there from Duluth to col- leet facts in a law case and who after a | certain date had failed to communicate with his firm or show up at any of the places where he was known. Instantly , the village was in arms. Many remem- ! ben d the young mau, and some two or three of the villagers could recall the . fact of having seen him go up the street ( with his hand bag in his hand as if on bis way to the mountain station. The landlord of tho hotel could lix the very day at which he loft his house, but in- ; quiries at the station failed to establish the fact that he took train from there, nor were the most minute inquiries into his fate at that time or afterward ever attended by tuo least result. He was not known to have carried much money, but he wore a very handsome watch anti chain and a ring of more than ordinary value, none of which has ever shown un at any pawnbroker's within the knowledge of the police. This was three years ago. “The next occurrence of a like charac ter did not take place till a year after This time it was a jxtor old man from Hartford who vanished almost as it were before the eyes of these astounded villagers. He hail come to town to get subscriptions for a valuable book issued ' by a well know u publisher. He had been more or less successful and was looking very cheerful and contented when one morning, after making a sale at a cer tain farmhouse, he sat down to dine with them, it being close ou to 12 o’clock. He had eaten several mouthfuls and was chatting quite freely when sudden ly they saw him pause, clap his hand to his pocket and rise up very much disturbed ‘1 have left my pocket!*x>k j behind me at Deacon Spear’s, ’ said he T cannot eat with it out of my posses sion Excuse me if I go for it* And without any further apologies he ran I out of the house aud down the road in , the direction of Deacon Siiear’s. He never reach*d Deacon Spear's, nor was , he ever c cn in that village again or ii: his home in Hartford This was the i most astonishing mystery of all With- country town this man disapiieared as if the road had swallowed him and closed again It was marvelous, incred ible and remained so even after the best efforts of the county police to solve the mystery had exhausted themselves. After this the town began to acquire a bad name, and one or two families mov ed away. Yet no one was found who was willing to admit that these various persons had been the victims of foul play till a mouth later another case came to light of a young man who had left the village for the hillside station and had never arrived at that or any other destination so far as could be learned. As he was a distant relative of a wealthy cattle owner in Iowa, who came ou posthaste to inquire into his nephew’s fate, the excitement ran high, and through his efforts and that of Mr. Trohm the services of our office were called into play. But the result has been nil. We have found neither the bodies of these men nor any clew to their fate. ’’ I could uot help casting an envious glance at the pocket where I felt sure that the map I had asked for lay. “Yet you have been there?” I sug gested. He nodded. “Wonderful!" I exclaimed. “And you came upon no suspicious hense, uo suspicious person?” The finger with which he was rub bing his eyeglasses went round aud round the rims with a slower and slow er and still more thoughtful motion. “Every town has its suspicious look ing houses,” he slowly remarked, “and, as for persons, the most honest often wear a lowering look in which an unbridled imagination can see guilt. I uever trust iu appearances of that kind. ” “What else can you trust in, ” I said, “where all is impenetrable as iu this case?’’ His finger, going slower and slower, suddenly stopped. “In my knowledge of persons,” said he, “knowledge of their fears, their hopes aud their individual concerns. If I were 20 years younger”—here he stole a glance at me iu the mirror which made me bridle; did he think I was only 20 years younger than himself?—“I would,” he went on, “make myself so acquainted with every man, woman and child there”— Here he drew himself up with a jerk. ^“But the day for that is passed,” said he. “I am too old aud too crippled to succeed iu that undertak ing. Having been there once, 1 am a marked mau. My walk alone betrays me. He whose good fortune it will L j to get at the bottom of these people’s hearts must awaken no suspicions as to his connection with the police. Indeed I do not think that any man can succeed iu doing this now. ” I started. This was a frank showing of his hand at least. No man! It was a woman’s aid he was after, then. I laughed as I thought of it. I had not thought hint either so presumptuous or so appreciative of talents of a character so directly in line with his own. “Don’t you agree with me, madam?” I did agree with him. but I had a character of great dignity to maintain, so 1 only looked at him with an air of and an undoubted influence with the j man fortunate enough to receive her * 1 advice. ” “Bah!” I exclaimed. It was one of his favorite expressions. That was per haps why I used it. “One would think I was a member of your police.” “You flatter us too deeply,” was his instant deferential answer. “Such an houor as that would be beyond our deserts. ” To this I gave bnt the faintest sniff. That he should think that 1, Amelia Butterworth, could be amenable to such barefaced flattery! Then I faced him with some asperity and said bluntly: “You waste your time. I have no more intention of meddling in another affair than”— “You had in meddling in the first,” he politely, too politely, interpolated. “I understand, madam.” I was angry, but put a curb on every expression of it. I was uot willing he should see that I could be affected by anything he could say. “The Vau Surname are my next door neighbors,” I remarked sweetly. “I had the best of excuses for the interest I took iu their affairs.” “So you had, ” he acquiesced. “I am glad to be reminded of the fact. I won der I was able to forget it.” Angry now to the point of not being able to hide it, I turned upon him with firm determination. “Let us talk of something else,” I said. But he was equal to the occasion. Drawing a folded paper from his pock et, he opened it out before my eyes, say ing quite naturally: “That is a happy thought. Let us look over this sketch you were sharp enough to ask for a few moments ago. It shows the streets of the village and the places where each of the persons 1 have mentioned to you was last seen. Is it not what you wanted?” I kuow that I should have drawn back with aYrown, that I never should have allowed myself the satisfaction of cast ing so much as a glance toward the pa per, but the human nature which links me to my kind was too much for me, and with an involuntary "Exactly!” 1 leaned over it with an eagerness I ! For two years now it has been called Lost Man’s lane. ” "Indeed!” I cried. “They have got the matter down as close as that and yet have not solved its mystery? How long is this road?” “A half mile or so. ” I must have looked my disgust, for his hands opened deprecatingly. "The ground has undergone a thor ough search,” said he. “Not a square foot in those woods you see ou either side but has been gone over.” “And the houses? I see there ax-) three houses on this road. ” “Oh, they are owned by most respect able people—most respectable people,” he repeated with a lingering emphasis that gave me an inward shudder. “I think 1 had the honor of intimating as much to you a few minutes ago.” I looked at him earnestly and irre sistibly drew a little nearer to hi over the diagram. “Has none of these houses been visit by you?” I asked. “Do you mean to sj yon have not seen the inside of tb all?” “Oh, ” said he, “I have been iu ttym all, of course, but a mystery suchius we are investigatiug is not written >-p- on the walls of parlors or halls.” “You freeze my blood, ” I murm Somehow the sight of these bfnes drawn out before me seemed to ring me into more intimate sympathy ■vith the affair. His shrug was significant. “1 told you that this was no/tlgar mystery.” said he, “or why shoyl I be considering it with you? It fquite worthy of your interest. Do f Q see that house marked A?” “Ido,” I nodded. “Well, that is a decayed m imposing proportions set in ove. grown shrubbery. The inhabit it”— “Ladies!” I put in, wit! shock of horror. “Young ladies,” he explaiid, “of a- refined if not overprosperous J>earance. They are what is left of standly of some repute. Their father r a j idge. I believe. ” ' / “And do they live tly alone, ” 1. ion of rest of es who small. f -j. 1 Ai -2^ it, -efti : r- ^ - < j iu a h »lf mile s> dutauce iu a populous marked severity. “I do uot know of any woman who would undertake sock a tat-k,’’ 1 ob served. “No?” He smiled with that air of for bearance which is so exasperating to me. “Well, perhaps there isn’t any such woman to bo found. It would take one of very uncommon characteristics, I own. ” “Pish!” leried. “Not so very!” “Indeed I think you have not fully taken in the case.’’ be urged iu quiet superiority “The people there are of the higher order of country folk. Many of them are of extreme refinement. Ono family”—1 thought his tone changed the least iu the world here—“is poor enough and elegant enough to interest even such a-woman as yourself." “Indeed!” 1 answered, with just a touch of my father’s hauteur to hide the stir of curiosity his words naturally evoked. “It is iu some such home,” he went ou with au ease that should have warn ed me that he had started on this pur suit with a quiet determination to win, “that the clew will be fouud to the mystery we are considering. Yes, you may well look startled, but that conclu sion is the ono thing I brought away with me from—X. let us say. I regard it as one of some moment W’hat do you think of it?” “Well, “said I, “it makes me feel like recalling that pish 1 uttered a few minutes ago. It would take a woman < f uncommon characteristics to assist you in this matter. ” “1 am glad we have got that far, ” said he. “A lady, ” I went on. “Most assuredly a lady. ” I.paused Sometimes discreet silence is more sarcastic thau speech. “Well, what lady would lend herself to this scheme?’' I asked at last. The tap, tap of his fingers ou the rim of his glasses was my only answer. “1 do not know of any,” said L His eyebrows rose perhaps a hair’s breadth, bnt I noted the implied *ar- casm aud for an instant forgot iny dig nity. “Now,” said I, "this will not da Yon mean m*—Amelia Butterrortb, a woman who—but 1 do not think it is necessary to tell you either who or what I am You have presumed— Now do uot put on that look of innocence^ and above all do not attempt to deny what is so manifestly in your thoughts, for that is the one thing which you could do which would make me feel like show ing you the door. ’’ “Then, ” he smiled, “I shall be sure not to make it. 1 am not anxious to leave—yet Besides, who could I mean but you? A lady visiting friends iu this remote and beautiful region—what op portunities might she not have to probe this important mystery if, like yourself, she had tact, discretiou, excellent un derstanding and an experience which if uot broad or deep is certainly such as to give her n certain c<*ifideuce tu herself ■ i >. ,\ V 171 r ^ * j. ■P f.-c - •‘HE NEVER REACHED DEA CONr/ A R’S” strove hard even at that exciting mo ment to keep within the bounds 1 thought proper to my position as a non- professional, interested iu the matter from curiosity alone. This is what I saw: asked, “tw< large and mystery?” “Oh, tk a lout of sponded thought. 1 matl mind. “Aud ,ried, po “A N exertion Y’ork i there i town, to leay so if t bad The v do m ng ladies in a house so |ighborbood so full of re a brother with them, ft at attractions, ■’ ho ro- (ssly—too carelessly, 1 [ta of the house A iu my “U on tl tliatj ives there?” I now que- to the house marked B. km. It was through his the services of the New were insured. His place 'of the most interesting in dot's uot wish to be forced nt he will be obliged to do 1 is not soon relieved of its nd so will Deacon Spear, dren shun the road now 1 of a lonelier place. ” it tie cross marked up here ;e of the woods. What does call mu fis a hut—it can hardly be ittage—where a poor old wo- called Mother Jane. She is a old imbecile, against whom uo ver dinurtod a suspicion. You e your finger off that mark, itterworth. ” so, but I did not forget that it ry near the footpath branching be station. u entered this hut as well as the uses?” I intimated, mr walls, ” was his answer. “Just .vails; nothing more." t my finger travel along the foot- have just meutioned. feep, ” was his comment. “Up, up way, but uo precipices. Nothing pine woods ou either side, thickly He “Mr. Gryce"—this after a few min utes’ dose contemplation of thcdiagraij ''‘T ”** VJ1 before me-“I do uot suppose you waif w,th any opinion from me. “ f h,1 ^ r said be, “it is all nmrked M. stopped at “Madam, nave left me free to a.-k for. ” Receiving this as a permission speak, I put my finger ou the marked X. “Then," said I “so far as gather from this drawing all th| appearances seem to have taken iu or about this especial road. “ “You are as correct as usual, he. “So true is this that the there have already given to thi iug way a special cognomen of i| r v\'by is a letter affixed to this spot?” ked. * Because it stands at the head of the le just as Deacon Spear's guards the it. Any one sitting at the window L n see whoever enters or leaves the lane this end. And some one is always ttiug them The woman who lives 7|liere has two crippled children, a boy nd a gill. One of them is always in hat window. ” 1 see," said L Then abruptly “Oh," said he, “a well m« man. none too line in his feelings, does not mind the neighborhood; quiet, he says. 1 hope you will „ him for yourself some day,” said h* At this return to the forbidden ject I held myself very much aloof. “Your diagram is interesting,” i I, “but it bas not iu the least ehai ray determination. It is you who go back there aud that very soon.” “Not very soon,” said he. “Wbc goes there on this errand must go care, tonight, if possible; if uot, morrow at the latest.” “Tonight! Tomorrow!” leried. I you thought”— i “No matter what 1 thought,” I signed. “It seems I bad no groundwc for it.” Aud folding up tho map slowly rose. “The young man we _ left there is doing more harm thau gc That is why I say some one of real at ity must replace him and that imme ately The detective from New Yc must seem to have left the place. ” I made him my most ladylike dismissal. “1 shall watch the papers, ” I sai< have no doubt that I shall soon see them some token of your success.” He cast a rueful look at his hanc took a painful step toward the door dolefully shook his head. I kept my sileuce undisturbed. He took another painful step. “ By the way, ’ ’ be remarked as 11 .. watching him with an uncompromisi air, “I have forgotten to mention t name of the town in which these diss pearauces have occurred. It is call X., and it is to be fouud ou one the spurs of the Berkshire hills. ” being by this time at the door he me a bow in which was concentrated the insinuating suavity of which he capable and in another moment^ gone. The old fox was so sure Of ^ triumph that be did not even wait see it He knew—how I never Jm thought it necessary to inquire—that was a place 1 had often threatened visit. There was living there the ta ily of one of my dearest friends, had been a schoolmate of mine, when she died I had promised rays that 1 would not let mauy months ela; before making the acquaintance of children. Alas. I bad let years go by This story will Ee eontintu j in next Friday’s issue of Tbe Ledge Vengeful Soldiers Wreck Saloon. Washington, June 26.—Jas. Geary' saloon at Reslin. Va.. was completel wrecked, and the place riddled wif bullets from carbines and revolver a crowd of 150 soldiers from Fort i ers, Va., who conducted an apparent! organized attack, presumably In venge for the shooting of one of the: comrades. One man was wounded the raid. Steel Plant To Cost $2,000,000. Youngstown, O.. June 26.—Pror nent independent local Iron manufa turers are planning for the erection a Bessemer steel plant in this city cost $2,000,000. Ilt-ailziulon. *‘We never realize the full value of thing until we lose it,” remarked tt moralist. "That's right.” remarked the pract eal man. "especially if the thing l< was Insured.”- Philadelphia Press., Timely. Muggins—Youngpop is going to hi his baby christened Bill. Btiggins—How strange. Muggins—Ob. I don’t know, came on the first of the month.—Ph. delphia Record. Laugh, and the world laughs wit! you; weep, and the world laughs you.—St. Louis Star. Art Palace Contract Awarded. St. Louis. July 2.—The contract fc the erection of the art palace, th most important of all the Louisi&i Purchase exposition contracts, hj been awarded to the Goldie Coustryli tion company for $945,127. The ThriiHt of a Lance is scarcely more agonizing than the rt. rent pains iu the abdomen which fol the eating of improper food or too free diligence iu ice-water. The iinmet cause of cramps and colic is often the tention of the bowels by gas. Quick re follows the iim* of Perry Duris’ Painkil (uretul housekeepers give it the plac< honor in the family medicine chest. If anybody has a message foi ’ the people of this communitj he cannot deliver it to them sc effectually, so cheaply, so quick ly in any other way as throi the columns of this paper. It is the business of this pa per to carry messages of on« kind and another into homes. The message will be delivered, too, under favorable conditions, for few persons take up theii local paper except in a pleasant and receptive frame of mind. The sign upon the fence board may be good, but it can be seen only by travelers who go that particular road. The message in the local paper carries itself to thousands, no matter by which road they travel. Select your space and pnl your message where it will the most good. We, per hap*, can help you if you will but uk M>