Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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.???_ ? . I ? EkrnS m | ^ *THH PBV1 ft |^ CXV^m^J&J^TT J5Y* . (Continued from last weulc) "Sure"; 'talnTo' nQ consequence ter me; I reckon the woman sorter packed I In a hurry, and this got lost. The ' Chink found It under the bed." She took It In her hand, and crossed the room, finding a seat beneath one of the bracket-lamps,' hut ; with her face turned toward the hall. It, was Just a single sheet of folded paper, not Inclosed In an envelope, and had been torn across, so that the two parts barely held together. She felt that here was the key which was to unlock the secret of this strange crime. Whnavor mon i ? , .. va V??v 1MUU uyoliuio might prove to bo?the real Cavendish or some impostor?this paper she held in her hands was destined to bo a link in the choln. She unfolded it slowly and her eyes traced the written words within. It was a hasty scrawl, written on the cheap paper of some obscure hotel In Jersey City, extreme- ; ly difficult to decipher, the hand of i the man who wrote exhibiting plainly the excitement under wliich he labbred. It was a message of warning; he , was leaving New York, and would sail j that evening for some place In South j America; where he did not say. Ix>ve ' only caused him to tell her what had | occurred. A strange word puzzled j her, and before she could decipher It, voices broke the silence, followed by steps on the stairs. She glanced up quickly; it was Westcott returning,, accompanied by a tall, rather slender man with n closely trimmed heard. The two crossed the room, and she j met them standing, the opened letter till In her hand. "Miss Donovan, this Is Frederick Cavendish?the real Frederick Cavendish. I have told him something of the trouble he has been to us nil." The real Frederick Cavendish smiled down Into her eyes, while he ; held her fingers tightly clasped In his ; own. She believed in hlrn, liked him ! Instantly. "A trouble which I regret very much," he said humbly. "Westcott i has told me a little, a very little, of i what has occurred since I left New ; York so hurriedly two months ago. This Is the first I knew about It, and the mystery of the whole affair Is as puzzling us ever." Her eyes widened wonderlngly. * "You cannot explain? Not even who the dead man was found murdered in your apartments?" "I haven't the least Idea." "Fred has told me nil he knows," broke In Westcott, "but It only extends to midnight when he left the city. He was In his apartments less than ten minutes after his valet retired. He supposed he left everything In good order, with a nofe on wrltlDg-table Instructing Valols what to do during his absence, and inclosing a sum of money. Afterward, on the train, he discovered that he had I mislaid the key to his safe, but this occasioned no worry, as he had taken ! with him all the cash It held, and the papers were of slight Importance." j "But," she broke In impatiently, "where did he go? How dhl he escape encountering Benton and why | did he fall to answer your message?" i The eyes of the two men met, nno they both smtled. "The very questions I asked," re- . piled Westcott Instantly. "In the In- ' structlons left Valols was a check for five thousand dollars made to my order, to be forwarded at once. Fred's destination was Sonorn, _ Mexico, where he had some large copper Interests Ho Intended to look after, these and return here to Haskell within a week, or ten days. But the war' In Mexico made this Impossible?once across the border he couldn't get I hack. He wrote me, but evidently the letter miscarried." "And Beaton missed hlra entirely." "By pure lnck. Fred phoned the New York Central for a lower to Chi- j cago, and they were all gone. En-1 right must have learned, In some way, of his calling that ofTlce, and so Informed Beaton, who took that train. Later, from his own rooms. Cavendish secured accommodations on the Penn, sylvanla." He paused, endeavoring to see out through the window, hearing the hoof beats of an approaching team. "What's that, Pete?" he asked- of Tlmmons, who was hovering as closely as he dared. "Pretty late Isn't It?" "uuesrs, I reckon; the Over:ond was three hours late; sure, they're stop pin' yere." ? j CHAPTER XV. !* Mist Donovan Decides. Two men came In through the dooi together, each with a small grip In his hand, which Tlmmons took from them, and deposited beside the stove. The larger wrote both names In the register, and then straightened up. and nrveyed the landlord. "Any chance to eat?" he naked ^AVe're both of us about starved."? . Tlmmons scratched his head. ' **I reckon there's plenty o' cold prov under out thar," he said doubtfully, *^n* nn.ybe I could hustle you jup some hot coffee, but we don't nlm ter do no j feedln' at this time o' night. What's the matter with the diner?" "Hot box, and had to cut her off; be ft good fellow, and bustle us up something." wmsm fko PI ^NGEk se m mraS ii/AUtim juoBBarmm of- ^ 5 ?r ?-'t? OWN* I^-jV /* ?? HE NORTH ' ETC JR4A<Z>4i^ JZUP/Z/aX/y "" j dollars She'd never git over The large man, a rather heavy-footeJ I fellow, with scrnggly gray moustache, I turned to his companion. "Better luck than I expected at that, Colgate," he said, restored to good humor. "The old duffer seems to be Quite human." H!s~eyes caught sight of CavendlRh, j and hardened, the grizzly mustache j seeming to stiffen. Ills mouth was I close to the ear of his companion, and j he spoke without moving his lips. "Our bird; stand ready." 1 The three were talking earnestly, | and he was standing before them be- j fore any of the croun marked his an- i prnnch. Ills eyes were on Cavendish, j who Instantly arose to his feet, startled by the man's sudden appearance. "There Is no use making a scene, Rurke," the big man Raid sternly, "for I my partner there hus you covered." 1 "My name Is not Burke; It Is Cav- ' endlsh." "So I heard In Denver," dryly. "Wo ? hardly expected to llnd you lifTe, for we were down on another matter. Sc you are not Gentleman Tom Burke?" ' "No." "1 know he Is not," interposed Westcott. "I have been acquainted with this man for nearly twenty years; hoi Is n New York capitalist." "And who the h?1 are you?a pnl?" t the fellow sneered. "Now, see here, , both of you. I've met plenty of your : kind before, and it is my business not to forget a face. This man is under arrest," and he laid a hand heavily on Cavendish's shoulder. "Under the name of Burke? On what charge?" "Robbery, at Poughkeepsle, N. Y.; wanted also for burglary and assault In Denver. My name Is Roberts," ho added stillly, "usslstnnt superintendent of the l'inkerton agency ; the man with me is an operative from the New York ofllce." Cavendish glanced past Roberts toward Colgate, who stood with one hand Ilinisl 111 Ilia filllo nnnbnl "You know tj)ls man Burke?" he asked. "I saw him once; that's why I was put on the case. You certainly Rave too some hot chase, Tom." "Some chase? What do you mean?""Well, I've heen on your trail ever Blnce that I'ouKhkeepsle job?let's see,, that was two months npo. You jumped first tfl New York city, and I didn't really pet track of you until the nl^ht r | mw- m "This Man la Under .Arrestl" of April 10. Then n coppor In th< Pennsylvania depot, to whom 1 diowec your picture, Rave me a tip that you'c taken a late train west. After that I trailed you through Chicago, down lute Mexh'o, and hack us far as Denver. Ii wasn't hard because'you always signec the same name." "Of course; it's my own. You saj you hud a photograph of me?" "A police picture; here it is If yot want toJook st tt?taken in .Toilet." Westcott grasped the sheet. an< spread it open. It \va\ Caveiullsh'i face clearly enough, even to the close ly trliamed beard and the peculini twinkle in the eyes. Below was print ed a brief description, and tIlls ul*< fitted Cavendish almost exactly. "Well," said Roberts, none too pleas antly, "what have you got t?? say now?' 1 "Only tills," nnd the miner square* ids shoulders, looking the othei straight In the eye*. "This man is no , Tom Burke, but I can tell you when Tom Burke is." v "Yes, you can I" "Yea, I can. I cannot onl$ tell yow but I can prove It," he went on earnest ly. "This description says that Burki had a small piece clipped out of oni ear, nnd that he hnd a gold-crownet. tooth in front, rather prominent. Thlr man's ears are unmarked, nnd ids teett are of the ordinary kind." * The two detectives exchangee; glances and ltoberts grinned earens tically. "Yonll hMk M An hoOar Sua . In thtit description of n peculiar and 1 vlvlil scar on the chest of this mun Burke? It would be spoken about. It he had any, wouldu't It?" "Sure; they never overlook them things." t "Good; unbutton the front of your : shirt, Fred." I The two stared at the scar thus reI venled, still incredulous, yet unablo s to refute the evidence of Its existence. Roberts touched It with his Angers to 1 better assure hliuself of Its reullty. I I "Darn It all," he confessed. "This j bents h?1." i | "It does," coincided Wescott "This j wiioie affair has been of that kind. Now I'll tell yoll where Tom Burke Is j ?he lies burled In the Cavendish fam! ily lot In Brooklyn." He turned to Colgate, who stood with mouth half open. j "You're from New York; ever hear of the Cavendish murder?" "Only saw a paragraph In the Chicago papers. It wasn't my case, and the only thing that Interested me wus that the name happened to be the 8ame as assumed by the man I was following?why?" "Because this gentleman here Is J Frederick Cavendish, who was reported ns killed?struck down In his nparti ments on the night of April 10. Instead j he took the midnight flyer West and i you followed him. The dead man wus i Tom Burke; wait a minute and I'll tell you the story?all I know of It, at least." i lie told It rnoldlv. vet omltMmr r.n | detail of any Interest. The two deI tectlves, already half convinced of , their mistake, listened fusclnated to i the strange narrative; It was a tale of crime peculiarly attractive to their i minds; they could picture each scene In nl! Its colors of reality. As the speaker ended, Roberts drew In his breath sharply. "Rut who slugged Rurke?" he asked. "The follow went In there after swug; but who got him?" "That Is one question T can't answer," replied Westcott gravely, "and neither can Fred. It doesn't seem to iccord with the rest of our theories. ISn right told Lacy he didn't know whq *ho dead man was, or who killed him." Miss Donovan pushed ner way In j'ront of Cavendish, and faced the others, her cheeks Hushed with excite. meat, a paper clasped in one hand. ' "Perhaps I can help clear that up," she said clearly. "This Is the letter found under Miss l a Rue's bed. I have r. ,?d part of it. It was written by Jack Cavendish just as he was taking a hoat for South America. It Is not a confession," she explained, her eyes searching their faces, "just a frightened boy's letter. I wouldn't understand it at all if I didn't know so much about the case. What It seems to make clear Is tills: The La Rue girl and Patrick Enrlght schemed to get possession of the Cavendish property through her marriage to John; th'.s part of the program worked out fairly well, hut John , could not get hold of enough money to satisfy them. "Knright and the girl decided to nut Frederick out of the way, hut lacked the nerve to commit murder?ut least In New York. Their scheme seems to have been to Inveigle their victim away from the city, and then help hltn to get killed through an accident. In that case the law would award the en tire estate to John. They nevt r told John this plan, hut their constant demands for money fairly dro\e the young man to desperation. "The making of the will, and the sudden proposed departure of Frederick for the west, compelled lnunedl-. ate action, yet even then John was' kept largely In the dark as to what they proposed doing. All he knew was that Frederick had made a will disinheriting him; that he left the College club with this document In his pocket, and Intended later to take a night train." She paused, turning the letter over : In her hands, and the men seemed to , draw closer In the Intensity of their In-1 terest. "Some of what J sny I learned from this letter," she went on quietly, "and some I merely deduce from the circumstances. I believe the hoy wenl home half mad. his only thought being to destroy that will. In this stati of mind, and fortified by drink, hf stole later Into Frederick's apartments I don*t believe the boy actunlly Intend ed to murder his cousin, but he did In tend to stun hlin with b blow from be hind, seize the paper, and escape un aeon. It wag a wild, hare-bralnet project, but he was onl? a boy, hall drunk, worked Into frenzy by Celestt L.n Itue. lie got Into the room?prob ably through the bath room windowunobserved, but after Frederick had departed. This other man?Thirke? was then at the table, runnlnp throuph the papers he had taken from tlif safe, to see If any were of value. John convinced the man was his cousin stole up behind hlin and struck bin. down. lie had no Idea of the force ot the blow delivered, and may even hnve left the apartment without realizing that the blow had been a fatal one Afterward there was nothinp to do but keep still, and let matters take their own course." "And what happened then?" "Naturally this: the La Rue woman wormed the truth out of hlin. and told Enright. From that moment thf boy was'entirely In their hands. Whllf they remained 111 New York they helped him keep his nerve, but a* soon as he whs left nlone, he went entirely to pieces. He was no criminal, merely a victim of circumstances. At lust something happened to frighten bin; Into flight." The fo\r men straightened up ns her. voice ceased speaking. Then Roberts laughed, us though ashamed of th< it was iuisa Ltonovan, ner uress torn, hair disheveled, a revolver still iidUspcd In her hand, half leveled as though she yet doubted her realization of what had occurred. She emerged from the Slackness of the rear room. advanced a step and stood there hesitating, her wide-open eyes gazing about In bewilderment on the strange aoene revealed by the glow of the lamp. That marching, pathetic glance swept from face to face about the motionless circle?the cowed Mexican prisoners with uplifted hands hacked against the wall; the three dead bodies huddled on i the floor; Moore, with the slowly expiring match yet smoking In his flo-1 Solver "fKriseTTTh either nana, hlsTaco set and stern. Then she saw Westcott, and her whole expression changed. An Instant their eyes met; then the revolver fell to the floor unnoticed, and the girl sprang toward hire, both hands outstretched. "You 1" she cried, utterly giving way, ' forgetful of all else except the sense of ! relief the recognition brought her. I "I Was So Sure You Would Come.** ''Yen! Oh 1 Now I know It la all right 1 C was so sure you would come." He cnuglit the extended hands eagerly, drawing her close, and looking straight down Into the depths of her apllfted eyes. To him, at that moment, there was no one else In the room, no one else In the wide, wide wofld. "You knew I would ceme?" he echoed. "You believed that much In me?" "Yes; I have never had a doubt. But," her Hps quivered, and there were tears glistening In the uplifted eyes, "you came too late for him." "For him! The man who was with you, you mean? lias lie heen shot?" She hent hor head, the lips refusing to answer. "Who was he?" "Mr. Cavendish?ohl" It was a ery of complete reaction; the room reeled about her and she would have fallen headlong had not West colt clasped the slender form closely in his arms. An instant he stood there gazing down Into her face. Then he turned toward Brennan. "Leave us alone, Dan." he said simply. "Clet that gang of blacklegs ?ut of here." I CHAPTER XIV. In the Two Cabins. The marshal's lips smiled. "Sure, Jim," he drawled, "anything to oblige, nlthough this Is a new one on me. Come on, Matt; it seems the gentleman does not wish to he disturbed Well, neither would I under such circumstances. Here you 1 line up there in single file, and get a moVe on you?pronto 1 Show 'era what I mean. Matt; put that guy that talks English at the head Yes, he's the one. Now look here, amlgo, you march straight out through that door, and head for the hunk-house?do you get that?" "SI. senor; I savvy 1" * Westcott watched the procession file out, still clasping the partially uncon aiiuun gin in ins iirius. nioore, nringIng up the rear, disappeared through the entriinee, and vnnlshe<l Into the night without. Except for the three motionless bodies, they were alone. From a distance Brennan's voice prowled out a gruff order to his line of prisoners. Then all was still. The eyes of the pirl opened slowly, her lids trembllnp, but as they rested on Westcott's face, she smiled. "Ton are plad I came?" "fllad! Why I never really knew what pladness meant before." He bent lower, his heart poundlnp fiercely, strange words strupgllng for utterance. "You love me?" She looked at him, all the fervent Irish soul of her In her eyes Then one arm stole upward to his shoulder. "As you love me." she whispered softly, "as you love me!" "I can ask no more, sweetheart," he breathed soberly, and kissed her. At last she drew hack, still restrained by his arms, but with her eyes suddenly grave and thoughtful. "We forget," she chided, "where w are. You must lei me go now, a?d see If he is alive. I will wait on the bench here." "Poor old Fred. I'll do what I can brent hie ? lntere??t he had exhibited. "i guess she's K?it that doped out about right, Colgate," he said, almost regretfully. "Ami It's clear enough that we are on the wrong trail. Anyhow this man here isn't Tom Burke, although he would deceive the very devil. What is it, landlord? Am I ready to eat? Just lead the way, and I'll show vou." He glanced about nt the others. "Any of you missed your supper? If so, we'd be glad to have your company." "I'll accept the Invitation," returned Cavendish. "I was asleep upstairs, and failed to hear the hell. Perhaps you gentlemen can tell me what4stepe I'd better take In a.cnsc like mine." The three passed out together, following the guidunce of Tlminons, and as the sound of their voices subsided Into a confused murmur, Westcott glanced into the face beside him. "You must be very tired, denr." MY *tHA<? TI m Ml?.,# a mil uirut uiui, nur naiu, uui I mustn't allow It. I have a big Job on hand. Farrls will want three thousand words of this and he'll want it tonight, ho that he can scoop the town." "Scoop the town?" Westcott repeated. "Yes, that means my paper gets a story that no other paper gets. And this Cavendish case is going to be my scoop. Will you walk with me down to the station?" Wg Jim Westcott nodded silently and took her arm in his and togethei Each Stone. Shrub, eucli~TIurk frownI InK cliff reminded thetn of tiielr meet' lug, uud silently, with their heart* ! Mil. tlu>y walked along until n dilapidated box cur hove In view, with one oil-lump still burning, twinkling evidence that Carson had not retired tot the night; mid us they cutne abreast i the door they found him dozing. I "Wake up, Carson," cried Jim, lap- ij i ping linu on the shoulder, "wake up' and get ready to do a big Job on the keys. Ami keep your ears open, too. Old timer, for It's Interesting, every Word of It?Miss Donovun is going to tell a story." Carson rubbed his eyes, sut up, gave ttmple greeting, got up, lit another (amp, and tested h's wire. "East wire free as air, Jim," he said. MYou can begin that there story whenever you want." ? And bo, weury ns she was, and with I nerves still high-pitched, Stella Dono van began, slowly at first, until she D got the swing of her "leud," and then I more rapidly; one after another the H I yellow sheets on which she wrote wero I fed past Westcott's critical eyes und I into "the hands of Carson, who oper , nted his "bug" like a madman. ? An hour went past, an hour and a flj quarter?Stella Donovan wus still writ- 2 , Ing. An hour and a half. Westcott y Raw her face tensing under the strain, paw it grow wan and white, and, roach- I Ing down he gripped the fingers that jj clenched the pencil. i "No more, Stella," he Paid firmly, fe "you've sent four thousund I" fcj j She looked at hlni tenderly, u "IMease, Jim," she begged, "Just let mo ? If 1 d "Please, Jim," She Begged, "Just Let Me Add One More Paragraph'' add one more paragraph. It's the i. o?t I Important one of all." The miner released her bond *nd the girl wrote hurriedly, this time passing sheets direct to Carsou. Heroically the stutlon ageut stuck to hl.i task, and as he tossed the drat -.f the sheets aside, an eddying w!sp of arVnj 4 OUlltrhf I ~ "" ? * " * * J vaufelH 11, UUIIWU II U IUOII1CQI on cne table-top, then slid It over und<v the 1 very palm of big Jim Westcott'a right 5 hand. Slowly he picked it up and read * It. ! "So!" he snid, with something strangely like a cry In his deep voice, j "so you've resigned from the Star, und you're going to stay In Ilaskell?" The girl looked at him, her lips trembling. I "I never want to he a lady reporter again," she whispered. "Never 1" They were in the open doorway now, and through the lush, warm gloom u belated light twinkled down lr. Has- j kell, slumbering like a bad child *,n tho gulch below. And as they stood there j watching a fair young moon making its first bow in a purple sky, their lip* ! met In a long tender kiss; when they ! lifted their eyes again it was to let I them range over the eternal misty hRls | with tlieir hearts of gold in which lay ' the future?their future. (TLIE END.) ! UNUSUAL C3I1D1T10N Texas Lady Suffered With Pulling and Aching Pains in Her Back, Which Cardui Relieved. i Houston, Toxp.r.-- Mrs. C. D. Cook, of 101" Whitty Street, this city, recently < aaid: "About four months after iny marriage, I . . . began suffering much pain, and know that my condition was unusual, but couldn't just decide what was wrong. I had to go to bed. . . . "All across my hack and lilp3 wore pains, pulling an.l aching until I could hardly sit up. I stayed in bed a few days. My husband had heard of Cardui ... so I told him he might get It. "After 1 had taken Cardul a few days, I was up. I took five bottles and haven't been in bed since for this ^ trouble, for if I have tho least symptoms of this trouble I get Cardul and s take it in time. "I hnvo a number of friends who ^ have used Cardui, and they recommend c it very highly." Tho experience cf this Texas lady Q is similar to that related by thousands " of other women. Cardui Is purely vegetable, and mild and gentle in its action. Cardul may be the very medicine you need If suffering with womanly troubles. Take Cardul. NC-134 J. ARTHUR KNIGHT Attorney-at-l.a w Office in Courthouse CheaterfirId. S. C. DR. J. T. RUTLEDGE Dental Surgeon At Pageland Tuesuay and Wednesday. Remainder of time at Chester| Held, office in Bank of Chosterfleld LbsMifig. , 4 || 1 A I ruijf Business Mr. Business Man? Then Remember "The constant drop of \*7of or VV ULV^ I Wears away the hardest stone, The constant gnaw of Tow; ser Masticates the toughest bone. j The constant cooing lover Carries away the blushing maid, And the house that adver- 9 tises I Is the one that gets the I trade." I B An Ad. in the j I Advertiser j Will be read by at least 8,000 People | TRY IT I i3H9MQH3MMfl0Bl Z^^E3C3SS2IHHHHH9 HHHHNHMHBHHHBk. Farmers Mercantile Company Hardware, Furniture, Farming Tools Going At Greatly Reduced Prices Farmers Hardware Company Bay Grain And ' Feed Arriving Daily Ve are now doing business in a warehouse just back of our old tand, where new goods are arriving by the carload?at new rices?and more cars on the way. Come to sec us. You will tnd us doing business on the same old scale?Large purchases, [uick sales at close pricesIHinrlp IfiLnrl Bn/lc ?w AkJAUtlVt JLWV/Vlk3 Eggs at $'2.50, $3.00 and $4.00 per setting of 15. Also a few good cokercls at $4.00, $5.00 and $7.50 each. Get the good kind. . > ? 11. T 1 ? 4 \T\T 4 J. W. nAiNlYA iiMiafrtlfitti'r'---" '' ,. I 11 in.