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m a n B outljron 8ITMXKB WATCHMAN, Established April. 1850. "Be Just and Fear not-Let all the Ends thou Aims't at, be thy Country's, thy God's and Truth's.' THE TBUK SOUTHRON, Established Jone,.12^6 Consolidated Avg. '2,1881. SUMTER, S. C.. WEDNESDAY, MARCH ).. 1899. Sew Series-Yoi. XTIII. No. 31 CHAPTER XL A DISREPUTABLE BBOTHKB. Lsd j FloreT: Mostyn tbe receiver of stolen goods-ra possible thief herself! Each stage gained in tracing the his tory of this ^cmaa only showed he:: character in a worse light Yet I could sot doubt.the evidence, for each word of the landlady had corroborated the tale told'" axe by .Mr. Finnecure Yande seor I did not stay iong at Hinton, and all the tether evidence I collected sim p y substantiated what Miss Pridgett As - told me. i hastened back to town andaoqnainfc j ed Mabel with the result of my mission She did not say much, but I could gath er ; rom her looks, her horror at the news, that the woman George had loved so passionately waa the aider and abet tor of thieves. Suddenly she isaid : ^Duncan, i begin to have a ray of nope, This Lady Florence Mostyn may, after all, be what George thought her a good woman. What if she were the xmwilHng accomplice of these men?7' I shook my head. * T rish I mid believe so. Mabel, for 1 llave thought ol that possibility. But all the evidence seems to prove the con trary. She was sorry when the two men left her, and 'downright glad,' Miss bridgett said, when they returned fresh from the robbery, and I am afraid she was their too willing accomplice. " "Poor George J" Mabel sighed. "It Ss awful to think of. I am sure it will be terrible news for him wfcen he knowe what you have learned, for he had no suspicion of it himself. Of course he had not . He believed the woman to .lie absolute perfection;, but surely," she vent on, "when she disappeared, and George was making ina.uiries, he would' hear of these men, Lambert and-what was his nams?-*^8^^ her-and of the iendlyi^e Btions exist- - ing neirw en them. Did he not mention them to yon, Duncan?" , ."No, he did not,, and from what he I said I should not have gathered he knew lof. their existence." ""But he must have heard of them,' 3>ancan. Perhaps now he would^ speak nae this is a most important clew, and we must leave no stone unturned till we Und out who these men were and what -was their. relaiknsbip with th wok- ? an. I think yon ought to see George at once on this point It may be a very; vital one." It seemed tm m$& b&& fright fee> right, and if 16, "painful'asl would be * to George to diecussLthia episode in his iM sm ^^^^^^^^^ ^^^^^^^^^^| When I hod last visited him, he had weir ' corned my appearance, sweetheart's" life, I was' bound to take advantage of any information he could give us. The next day I obtained the necessary permission to visit the pris oner at' Holloway, and lost no time in seeing him. When I had last visited him, he had welcomed my appearance, but now he . looked np vacantly when I entered, and ; there was scarcely a gleam of recogni tion on his face. He seemed utterly crushed, and I felt the man was on the highroad to madness. He imened totoe messages I brought from home"without replying and sat with his face in his hands, staring fixed ly at the stone floor of his cell. I told aim of the further developments of the case,' but he made no comment and I despaired of being able to rouse him. However, when I mentioned Hint n, he seemed to interest himself a little, and then I told him of my recent visit there; "George; old man,"~ I said, "I've come here for information, and I don't vant to go away without it Last time was here you told me bf your meeting the lady at the inn, but you said she was alona I have learned that though she was alone when you met her there had been two friends of hers staying in the village before you came. Diu you inow this?" This question seemed to rouse him from his lethargy. He started up almost fiercely and said: "What business is it of yours to go ferreting in the matter?" "My dear fellow, we are not doing it nt of mere curiosity. Each piece of in formation we get hold of we hope to be rte step toward your innocence being proved." George paced the ceil with feverish sorest "Don't you think I would rather die than have any evidence raked up which may lead to nothing, and only serve to show up the unhappiness of her life?" "Then you knew of these men?" "IdicL" HHiMsiaU Ite ^What did she say?'' . "She told who one of them was, bot would say nothing more about them. She asked me not to refer to the matter again, and said if I cared for. ber I should respect ber wishes in the matter, and i did." i groaned inwardly. George's infatu ation for tbe woman was too sublime. "Then can yon tell ns nothing about diem?" . "Nothing, except that if I believe anything in the world I believe that bier connection with them was every thing I could have wished, and if yon ate my friend yon will respect her wishes as I haye done," "Nonsense, George. I can do nothing of the sort, and it is absurd your asking me. Besides, if Lady Florence Mostyn was what you believe her to be, so harm could come to her good name by these investigations, and unless we get some further evidence on this particular incident she runs the risk of being con sidered friendly with two very indiffer ent characters.1' I said this with brutal frankness. I could not stop to think of George's feel inge; if was his life I was trying to save. I think his first impulse was to strike me. He made a step toward me with clinched fist, then he hesitated and said, with unnatural quietness c "Yon seem to forget yon are speak ing of a dead woman and one whom I wished, to make my wife." "No; I do not, George, and it is that very reason which forces me to do what I cain to unravel this mystery. Only by doing so can we know her as she really was." George sat down wearily. "For God's sake, Duncan, let ns fin ish thTs talki What do yon want me to tell you?'? "Yon just now said yon learned who one o these men was. Who was he?" "He was her brother. " "Hw brother!" "Tes. A man who had gone under ind whom she was trying to keep straight. That is all I know. " This was certainly news and a very plausible piece of deception on the wo man's part" Here she was consorting with a o nple of tmevtes. Her lover st ka, ' * Who are iese inen?' ' f * O e of them is my brother," she replies-"a man who'has gone astray and from the paths of virtue and whom I am trying rtrt ffefo**^ i'reflecf 4tjh grimly^ was the first fruit of this ^orr atios^but,*of course, I kept my thoughts to myself. i?^ ^, 6 D^e,-tbitf Bi surprising in formation," I said, "and it may be of the ^eate tasB to usr^&This brother of "be found. Which of the naen er "I don't know,. I have told you all iter than.ih any rizht to." "I don't think so, old fellow. If any information yon can give helps to save you, yon may be sure she would not baWwisberry ^^ George made no reply. His excite ment had died away, and he was now gazing stolidly at the floor, seemingly j unconscious cf my. presence; I left him with horrible forebodings in my heart. Even if he saved his life, his mind threatened to become un hinged. ! My next step was to find ont if there sas any truth in the existent of a brother of Lady Florence Mostyn. The "Peerage" would give me this informa tion. 1 opened the bnlky" Englishman's Bible," as it is most appropriately termed, and found the ducal list of Landys. The present owner of the title was given as Francis Guibert Mostyn, sixth duke, Marquis of Lamford, Vis count Dartrey, Baron Coulton, K. G., P. R. S., eta He married Lncy, widow of the late Robert King of Warra warra, N. S. W., and had issue a son, the present Marquis of Lamford, and a daughter, Florence. That was all. No othar child was mentioned. The Marquis of Lamford was a well known man-a devout churchman, a pillar of the state-and he was the only son. But stop ! The duke had married a widow. She might have a child hy her former husband. I wired off at once on this point to Wray, and had his reply by the next post. j es, " ne wrote. "There was a child -a boy Robert He was about 5 years ac4er when his mother married the duke. Of course that was before my time, and I never saw the lad, but have heard others speak of him at times. He seems to have, been a bright, intelligent boy, but very headstrong, and he never got on particularly well with his stepfather -in fact, he always seemed to be in hot water with the duke. As long as his mother lived matters were smoothed over, bnt she died when Florence was born, and then the lad's troubles began in earnest. He was brought up with the other children, but the duke treated him with coldness and indifference, and the tutors and domestics took their cue from him. His happiest days were those he spent at Eton. He wa9 sent to Christ Church, and the bar was intended for his final destination, but at Oxford he got in with a fast set and came to grief. His allowance there was small enough, and when he exceeded it he dared not apply to his stepfather. He got into the hands of tbs Jews pretty heavily too. Then he got mixed up in some scandal (the particulars of which I have forgot ten, if i ever heard them), and was sent down. The duke paid bis debts, gave him 100 and turned him out of the that day to this he has he went' to gea in a merchantman, ! nothing definite has ever been beare him from that day. There have h rumors of his being seen in ali sorts places under all - sorts of conditions hanger on at Monte Carlo, a billia marker in Melbourne and a bar wai at the Cape, but these are only rtuuc AU that is (definitely known is that has gone to the dogs. " Mabel seemed immensely relier when I read her this letter. "There, Duncan; so she hada brotl after all! You do not know how gla am to have this news. May we not m believe she was doing what she coi to redeem him?" "I don't know that we are justit in believing that, Mabel-at any ra not with our present information. 1 robbery in which she seemed to be accomplice scarcely looks like ' an J tempt to improve bis morals. But, fi; of all, we have tb identify tbe broth Which of tibe' men was he-the c armed man, Lambert, or the oth< Dacre?" - "Lambert seems the more likely. A cording to Mr. Vandeleur, he had lee wild, roving lire, which would fit very well with what Mr. Wray writ about the brother. " ' ' Yes, that is so, Mabel, but the otb man may have been equally wild. \ seem to have very little inform t! about him. I must ask Wray to get x a description of the brother's appes ance. That will no doubt help us, Lambert was fair and the other rn; dark. But even then we cannot be su that he was really her brother, not u til we find the man himself, whi< may not be an easy matter." "The one armed man may have joini a theatrical company again." "He may, and in that case it ougi not to be difficult to trace him-oi armed actors are not so very comma But I hardly think he would take kim ly to the stage again after a successf robbery. You may depend upon it he busy with other little ventures in th; direction. " "You take a very gloomy view < things, Duncan," said Mabel, with weary sigh. "Perhaps I do, dear, but the furth< we get into this awful affair the moi mysterious and complicated it become; That must be my excuse. " I wrote off to Wray for particular of the brother's appearance, and th next morning first thing I set off to ca upon Mr. Keighley Gates about th mysterious photograph I had seen in hi room. - - CHAPTER XIL WAS MB. KEIGHLEY GATES A LIAR? First of all I called at Scotland Yard and as a ta^vr I was allowed possessio: of the photograph substituted for Lad; I Florence Mostyn's. Armed with this called at the Metropole and again in I quired for Mr. Keighley Gates. Yes, h twas in-in fact he was confined to th house try a cold. I made my way ni i stairs, ana on turning the corner of th ! corridor leading to Mr. Gates' room rac into some one. f "Confound you, sirl" said a voice seemed to know. "Should look wher j you are going. I might have been th Prince of Wales-leze majesty, sir they'd have hanged you for it!" I apologized for the occurrence and hi j seemed mollified. "All right, sir-keep your blinken off next time, Go straight ahead new don't bring the monument down," anc he passed on. The voluble gentleman had not recog nized me, but I knew him in an instant j He was got up in irreproachable attire, [ from his patent leather boots to hit j shiny silk hat But despite his altered appearance there was no mistaking thc once seedy looking vagabond who called himself Dr. Fitzgerald. The last timi we had met was beside the still warm body of the murdered Ls/*? Florence. What was he doing at tue Metropole: Had he been to see Mr. Keighley Gates: If so, about-what? I had not time to pursue these reflec tions any further, for a few steps brought ms to the door of Mr. Gates' room. Mr. Gates was in a very bad temper, that was evident He scowled ferociou? . ly as I entered, and when he recognized me it evidently required an effort on his part to greet me in a friendly way. "You must exc seme, Captain Brett, if I am not in my usual form today," I he said. "I have got an infernal cold, and there are one or two little matters that have annoyed me this morning. " "Was Dr. Fitzgerald one?" I jocosely remarked. "Dr. Fitzgerald?" said Gates, looking at me inquiringly. "I met him in the passage just now. He seemed to be coming from this direc tion. Gaunt looking man-speaks dis jointedly." "Oh, that fellow ! He did not give me the name you mention. He came on a begging errand. Do you know him?" "The last time I saw him-indeed the only time before-v. as on the night of the murder. He tried to rifle the dead body." Mr. Gates seemed surprised at this piece of news. " Washe mentioned at the police court proceedings?" he asked. "Yes. Indeed, it was owing to him that I was arrested. You will find it in the newspaper report. " "I remember the incident you men tion, now," said Gates, "but I did not know this was the man in question. Thanks for the information, Captain Brett. It will be very useful in case he pesters me again. " We spoke on general matters for a few minutes, and then I inquired if he had any news from the States. "No. It is too soon for a letter, hut j as there bas been no cabio I presume ; we may conclude that Durant is not in ; evidence at the moment. Have yon ' learned anything more?" "Nothing that bears directly on the j ? case," I guardedly replied, for I did not j think it necessary to tell him of the re ! suits of my visit to Hinton. "But," 1 i added, "there is one piece of informa tion you may be able to g5ve us. When Lady Florence Mostyn disappeared the ? lil i im iiiMfcHH mi minaiiiuMi.iii m n ? ? I.^.I aa amateur one, you will notice, for tbe means of tracing her. We now find this photograph has been taken ont of the album and another substituted for it. I have this one with me. Here it is. Do yon recognize it?" r Mr. Gates took hold of it and looked at it closely. " Yes, " he said. "I knew the original of that. In fact, I believe I have a copy of this identical photograph-an ama teur ene, you will notice, for there is "I met him in the passage just now.1* no photographer's name. It is a Mrs. Cecil Slater. I met her on a P. and O. boat How on earth did it get in the Scotland Yard album?" "That is what I should like to kz,ow, Mr. .Gates." Mr. Gates turned to his drawer, and after a few minutes' rummaging pro duced the picture I had seen on my last visit "Here is my print It is identical with yours, you observe. But why should you have come to me? It is sim ply a remarkable coincidence. ? "Well, to tell you the truth, Mr. Gates, I happened to see the copy of yours when I was here last week. It was lying in that drawer, which, you may remember, you could not close. I could not help noticing it, for it was staring me in the face while you were showing me your curios. I thought it was the same and brought this to you to make sure." Gates laughed. "I see, Captain Brett, you are warm ing to this detective work. I must con gratulate -you on your ingenuity and powers of observation." He said this somewhat sarcastically, but I forgave him, for he admitted to being in a bad temper. "But how did it get in the police al bum?" I asked. "I'm sure I don't know, " said Gates. "I did not put it there." "Of course not, " I laughed. "But do you happen to know anything about the lady that would connect her in* any way* with the murder?" "Nothing at all that I am aware of. I met her some time ago returning from India, and heard she died last year. She was a most charming woman and had many friends. Some one on board took her photograph, and she honored me, along with others, with a print That is the whole history of my copy.M This was 'distinctly" disapjSdiriting. What we had looked upon as an im portant clew turned out to be of no value at all unless we could trace tb prints, and that was rather unlikely. "Gan you tell me who got copies Be sides yourself?" "I cannot. I don't know how many prints there were, and I certainly never knew where they all went ta The man who took them was called .Ralston. He is in the Indian civil service, and I have BO doubt I could find out his address for toa. if you wish it " "I don't expect he will be of any ns6 to us, but I dare not leave even that stone unturned. I shall be very glad, Mr. Gates, if you will get me that in formation, and possibly you may by that time remember the others of your fellow passengers who also got a picture of the lady." Gates promised to do bis best and 1 took my leave. I did not much care for the mau, but he seemed willing and even anxious to help me, and on two points at least he had given valuable information. I took the phonograph bacK to Scot land Yard. The officials there were be ginning to know rue, so frequent had been my visits on one point and anoth er. One of them stopped me in the door way just as I was leaving. "Ah, Captain Brett," said he, "I have some news fordon. Jenkins, one of our men, has just returned from a mission in the Argentine. He had charge of our album before he went away, and we have told him about the photograph being stolen. He distinctly remembers an inquirer fumbling over that page in a rather suspicions maner. He thought it queer at the time, but did not detect the substitution of the print He kept his eye on the man, however, and learned his name afterward. He is cer tain he did it. " "Well, who was it?" "It was a Mr. Keighley Gates. Do you know him?" CHAPTER XIII FLANKING AN ABDUCTION. Most of what follows I learned after ward from various sources, but for sake of continuity it is told f" re. Yes, one or two litt, incidents had served to annoy Mr. Keighley Gates that morning. His letters, in the first place, had been far from satisfactory, and then there was Dr. Fitzgerald's visit. He had not come by appointment, and it was evident from hid reception that he was not welcome. "Ob, it's you, is it;" said Mr. Gates, ungraciously, when ho entered. "I did not hear you knock. " "No more did I-knuckles out of or drr-umbrella handle loose-all sorts of reasons if required. " "I've not the slightest doubt of it Well, what do you want with me? Don't beat about tho bash. " Dr. Fitzgerald gave his silk hat a loving polish with a gaudily colored handkerchief and then deposited it gin brella on the mantelshelf, carefrj pulled off his gloves, folded them and pocketed them, and finally, ai some deliberation, deposited himself the easiest chair in the room, fr which, with elbows resting on the ar of the chair, hands clasped in eleg manner and one leg swung negligen over the other, he blandly surveyed 1 Keighley Gates. "I hope yon are quite comforta now," said the latter, politely. "Perfectly, Bob. Delightful roon: perfect chair-genial host-what mo Congratulations-excellent taste in fi niture-hire system?" "When you are quite ready perhi you will tell me what you want," & Mr. Gates, ignoring Dr. Fitzgeiaii flattering remarks. " s. d.-friend of my youth-or too delighted to assist-Q. E. D." "Then you've come to me for money "The dear boy! Guessed it fi; time." Mr. Keighley Gates unlocked a dra er and produced a book. "Look here, Richmond; this is i bank passbook. Do yon see the balar. - 500 on the wrong side?" "Why, bless my sod, so it is! Whc have thought it?* said the imperturt ble Dr. Fitzgerald. "Here is a letter," continued Grates, "received this morning from r bankers, Syrac & Co. " "Most respectable firm-know "e well." "You see, they respectfully call n attention to the fact that they will n be able to honor any more of n checks." "Confound impudence 1 Call in ti police." "Here are a few dunning letters, continued Mr; Gates, shoving a pile bis visitor, who daintily surveyed thei "Snippit & Paddem-hunting sn -silk faced frock coat-norfolk jack -fur lined overcoat-not in themiliti are you?-total, one-fifty-five-six. Aby Finia & Co.-gold repeater-di amor studs-ditto rings-got 'em all on, Bo -total two-twenty-three-four. Pani SJ Sons, florists-large bouquets-oh, sav: it was. becominsr interesting. " Mr. Gates had snatched the bills oi of Dr. Fitzgerald's hands. "Here," he said, diving into h pocket and produoing a purse, which 1 emptied on the table-"here is ir ready cash. Look-one sovereign, tv half dollars and a threepenny bit" "Total, one-four-thrce, " said D: Fitzgerald. "Exactly. That's the state of m finances today. You'll have to appl elsewhere for assistance." " 'Non sequitur-j'y suis;' here stop, " said the other. "Then perhaps you'll kindly expiai how I am to advance you money whe I haven't got any for myself?" "No good at details. Ask another." "Don't be an ass, Bichmond. Yo can't bleed a stone." v "Got to be done. Send to Moses fe particulars." "Look here, Richmond, stop this fool ing ! I'm in a tight corner-a deuced ly tight corner-and itTs no use you applying to me today. " "Fur lined overcoat-gold repeater diamond studs-ditto ring-large bon quets-must be in militia-or is i house of lords?" murmured Dr. Fitz gerald. Mr. Keighley Gates was in ba health, his prospects were dart, his as sets nil and his visitor unwelcome. Si he may fairly be exensed a display 0 bad temper. . j "Confound it, man, don't sit then muttering like a jackdaw. Take you: traps and go." Dr, Fi tzgerald was equal to the occa sion. Ho rose to Ms feet and towerec over Mr. Gates, and from this eminence gave vent to his feelings. He was co hereat enough in his remarks now. "You confounded Sybarite, living here on the fat of the land while bettej men are starving. Sell your fur lined coat and your diamond studs-sell youi large bouquets-sell your infernal soul if you can raise a stiver on it, but raise the wind for me you munt or by the heavens above you'll rue it, "and having jot rid of this torrent of words he pro ceeded to put on his gloves with delib erate slowness, then, gathered his um brella and hat and stalked to the door. Mr. Keighley Gates saw he had said too much and hastened to mollify his visitor. "Confound it, Richmond, you"lldrive me mad. Haven't I enough to worry me without your adding to my perplexities? You know perfectly well that if I had money you should share it. I don't for get old friends in a hurry. If you:re short of a sovereign, take this. The two half dollars will see me through the day, and after that the deluge," Fitzgerald waved him off magnifi cently. "Keep your quid, Mr. Keighley Gates. You've insulted me, Dr. Fitz gerald, T. C. D., find County Water ford. I leave you now, but beware, the day will cornel Meantime, good morn ing!" and with thia eloquent peroration Dr. Fitzgerald closed the door behind him. Gates gave a sigh of relief when he had gone. " What does that infernal ass mean by threatening me, I wonder: Thank heav en, I have never trusted him very far. Now, who the devil's this? Come in!" The door opened and Commander Brett entered, and the reader has already had an account of the interview that follow ed. When Brett left the room Mr. Keigh ley Gates gave vent to his feelings. "So, Commander Brett, V. C., R. N., yon are still on the track of your mare's nest. You are a clever young man whofe talents are simply thrown way on board ship. Tho late lamented iSnerlock Helmes would have been pleased to iiu ish your education for you, for ii; wants finishing. You aro a deuced sight too clever, my young friend, and it's time you knew it. Your wings must be clip ped, and that at once, or there will be trouble in the camp. But which is the best way to perform that operation? that, is tho first question to decide. You have been arrested once, and if that could be managed a second time- But how? Let me "see. No, that won't do. Must find a weaker spot The girl! Ah! that's it-must strike him through the girl! Jealousy? Too difficult. Bravo! I have it!" and Mr. Keighley Gates snap " Total, one-four-ihree," said Dr. Fitzger ald. ped his finger and thumb triumphantly, while a smile of malignant joy that would bave done.credit to Mephistophe les plotting for the soul of Faust played' round his thin lips. "Yes, PH clip your wings, Commander Brett, and that with out a moment's delay. " Mr. Gates drew paper and pen toward j bini, and, still beaming contentedly; j wrote: ' DZAR RICHMOND-Exrase m j vile temper of j this morning aad call round, at your earliest, j Plans of a remunerative sature to discuss. j He addressed the letter to an obscure street S. E., and then, at peace with : himself, he went to bed. It was evening before be was aroused from hie slumbers. Dr. Fitzgerald bad recovered bis good temper. He was friendly, even philanthropic. "Pulse," said be, when be bad de posited his various paraphernalia. "Um -feverish ; tongue-um-bad. Paper, " and be sat down and wrote. He then rang the belL "Boots, chemist," said be to the waiter who answered it "Bring bottle back-charge Mr. Gates' account " Then he sat down before the bed and waited for Mr. Gates to open the conference. "Eichmond, " said the latter blandly, and with no apparent recollection of anything but brotherly love, "I've two things on hand that must be at tended ta There's a crib to crack and a girl to abduct." "Town or country?" "Town-De are Gardens." "Both?" "Yes, same placa" "Bad spot-police handy." "Can't help it Girl must go tomor row, and you must take ber. " "Where?" "To a quiet bouse somewhere or other." "Love?" ' "No, BichmoLl Downright solid bate." "That's better. Let's nave particu lars." "You know a naval chap-a Com mander Brett?" . "Know him perfectly-for a cad." "It's his girL" "Good! Proceed." "Brett is trying to impl cate me in a serious affair, and" "South Audley street?" "Yes-and. a clumsy move on my part may put bim on my track any day. Of course, I have no connection with the murder, but I am mixed np in the side issues, and it might be awkward if he got really on my scent. He must c$ stopped at once, and the only way to dc it is hy diverting his energies. Once get his girl away, and he will devote * himself to her pursuit and leave the other affair." "I see, and the pay?" "Fifty pounds- 25 in the morning and the rest when you've done the trick. You should have the first 25 now, but I have not got it I expect Gi ash er here tonight. I shall sell him my diamonds, and even the fur lined coat will go," added Mr. Gates, with a pleasant smile, "if the crib doesn't turn out welL" "Are they rich?" "Fairly well off; solid family plato . at any rate. The old man will be so cut up at the girl's disappearance that he won't be able to.sleep. So we must get up a scent for him. We'll run him down into Gloucestershire for a night and then do the trick." "Um ! That's your department "Tve to tackle the girl. Any ideas?" "Yes. Bowl up in a four wheeler not a hansom, by the way-with the news that; the gallant captain has met with an accident somewhere or other and is asking for her. She will be in a mortal funk and will never stop tc" think. Let it be afternoon, when the old un is at his club. You can manage her all right" Fitzgerald reflected. "Serious matter -abduction. Make it 100, Bob- 60 extra when the crib is cracked. We go ' halves there, I suppose?" "All right," replied Gates, "You never found me a screw, did you, Rich mond?" "This morning, sir, you were a screw." Gates smiled amiably, and Dr. Fitz gerald took his leave when a few of the details had been discussed. About half an hour after he had gone a gentleman of the Jewish race, who gave his name as Clasher, waited upon Mr. Ga ces. As a result of two satis factory interviews and Dr. Fitzgerald's prescription that worthy schemer final ly fell into a profound sleep, as peace- * ful and untroubled as that of a child. J TO BR CONTINUED Successful Physicians. ^uart** ^"mmaid Dr. Hathaway & C , fi;r^ Sr BSOAdfU atlanta. Ga., as bein* per- j factly reliable and remarkably successful in tho ' trea. ment of chronic diseases of men and women. 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