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This Mississippi Home ‘Reflects in Miniature
Chivalrous and Stormy Life of Old and J\[eu> South
CONTINTCHD FROM FIRST PAGE.
Waverly Is a lit abode for a lover of
no.tu.re. In the early days game bear,
doer, turkeys and durks abounded and
the sftreamsr-the Tonvbighee, Tlbbee and
Buttafiato'hie—ajVl lakes were lllled with
lilies. During the spring and early sum
mer the air throughout the day is tilled
I with the music of the feathered prima
1 donnas of the forest while “oft In the
stilly night’’ the silence is broken by the
riotous sottK of that prince of midnight
revellers, the mockingbird, and thus it
is that Waverly In the twilight of its
fortunes is typical of the joy of living
far removed from the roar and rush of
the busy mart where men. engage in
the mad race for gain, kneel oftener
before Mammon's shrine than at the foot
of -the cross.
At the present time, the (hospitality of
the old home Ss dispensed by Major
George Young, and his younger and only
surviving brother. Captain William
Lowndes Young.'. To intimates they an*
known as "Major Val.” or “Mage, and
“Captain Billy’’ or “Old Young.” old be
ing used us a term of endearment. Time
.has silvered the locks; of the jovial Major
and 'has so robbed the genial Captain
Billy that be finds no difficulty In part
ing his hair with a towel. The negroes
In affectionate respect address them as
"M,aster Mage’* and “Morse Billy* 1 he
former’s step is. by reason of advanced
years, less bouyant than of yore still his
heart retains its youthful lire and he yet
finds keen enjoyment in riding to hounds.
In tSie Southern Sporting world he is
a recognized authority on “securing the
brush*.’’ and is never more at home or
so glad as when in the early half-light
of a frosty morn this ear catches the
music of his finely bred .well trained
paek as in full cry, they dash across
the valley clearings to the wooded hills
in rapid pursuit of Reynard, or speaking
back to each other as they unravel the
Intricate trail of the wary fox. To him
the voice of his dogs is a soul-stirring
melody which, he. witlh a merry twinkle
in his eyes, will tell you. floated down the
road since as a small hoy he came with
the Young family from “Georgy” to be
come a pioneer of Lowndes County.
ITnder the regime of the “old bachelor ’
brothers Waverly has won national at
tention through their devotion to field
and rod and gun. One can never weary
of listening to the delightful tales of
Captain Billy, as he recounts the glories
ol' the fox ehanse and turkey hunts, and
of the camping experiences he has had.
His reminiscences and fund of anecdotes
are inexhaustible, and most of his sto
ries are made up of personal experiences
of himuelf and friends who have shared
such pleasures with him. He used to be
a great shot. Thirty or forty years ago
when sure enough wild pigeons were shot
from the trap lie held his own with the
best and was facile princeps in any party
when the real sport, shooting over dogs,
in any kind of weather or amid any sort
of surrounding, was up. In those days
he annually visited the plains of the
northwest to shoot prairie chickens, and
spent some time each year in camp In
the Mississippi bottom shooting swan and
hunting hear, in both of which sports
he was unexcelled, and there were none
who could bring in a bigger bag of ducks
than he.
As a successful turkey hunter he was
peerless. As “the boys” used to say,
no gobbler ever strutted that could elude
"the patient search and vigil long” of
Old Young, and the hen was never hatch
ed that could call for a mate in more
importunate, plaintive and persuasive
way than could he who came within
hearing of his call. For that meant an
other beard as a trophy of his skill. Nor
was he ever happier than when in hiding
with a guest he called this king of game
birds within easy range and then unselt-
islily gave the shot to his friend. Cap
tain Young not only loves sport for
sport's sake, but he loved the feather
tribes for the beauties of their form and
plumage. He is fond of poultry raising
in all its branches—of chickens of every
kind from the diminutive bantam to the
glorious game cock. Of turkers he Ikis
raised many varieties, the white, yellow,
blue and bronze and the. writer recalls
she lias heard her 'father and others of
his friends mention that one season a
small flock of wild turkeys “took up”
with his domestic fowls and how that,
by patient watching, gentleness and skill
in feeding them That they in time became
so adapted to their surroundings as to
become a part of his permanent flock
and the cross lie thus obtained by infus
ing the blood of the wild turkey with
tlie ’ tame” improved the beauty of form
and feather of his breeding stock.
RECORD-HOLDING HOUNDS.
In Ids lime Major Young has been the
owner of hounds possessed of more than
a. state-wide fasie, and his kennels have
now and then attracted many American
sportsmen of distant states. In fact,
in 1888 Waverly was selected as the
place for the interstate fox hound field
trials. Trials were held there for sev
eral seasons and were largely advertised
and attended. 1%.would require too much
space to make particular mention ol' the
various famous strains that made the
excellence of his pack eminent if not ac
tually preeminent.
in the early fall of 1892 W. W. Titus,
a true sports men and dog trainer of
wide repute, moved his kennel of Kng-
lish setters to Waverly and for four
succeeding years made it his home. In
1396, 1 think it was, Mr. Titus sold his
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dogs to George Crocker, formerly of Cal
ifornia, hilt then of New York, who
bought Burnside, a part of the Young
estate, which the founder had presented
to one of his daughters as a bridal pres
ent. There Mr. Crocker retained his ken
nels for a couple of seasons and then
removed them to Connecticut. One of
the individuals embraced in the sale of
Titus to Crocker was Sam T, who, in
1895, was the winner of the Manitoba
and Continotal Derby stakes of that year,
while another of this breed included in
the before mentioned sale, a hall’ sister
to Sam T. at the same 1895 trials, car
ried off the honors ill the all ago stakes,
and after that won the prize in the all
age class at the Continental Club's trials
at Newton, N. C., and the Subscription
stake in the Eastern Field Trials Club.
Sam T was bred at Waverly and for
him his mother, who was Betty T, and
one other Mr. Crocker paid what was
then thought a fancy price, giving Mr.
Titus $3,200 for the three.
In a letter to tile writer Mr. Titus
once said, “1 fell in love witli Waverly
the first time 1 ever beheld it, and i also
fell in love with Captain Billy and Major
Val Young when I first became acquaint
ed with them, and can look back upon
my residence there as the brightest part
of my life.” To Mr. Titus I am in
debted for much valuable information
touching the Waverly kennels, which
would lie of interest to many. Like the
Young brothers, lie is a gifted reconteur,
and relates many charming anecdotes
and experiences lie had with them as
comrades, all illustrating their wit and
humor and love of fun mingjed with the
highest type ol' Christian charity.
It was at Waverly that Mr. Titus
trained Joe Cumming for .1. W. Renfroe,
of Atlanta, Ga., from whom Mr. Titus
later purchased Joe. After this Joe
Camming won champion honors and was
purchased from Mr. Titus fiy Clarence
Mackey, the New York millionaire, SI.500
being the price paid. During his resi
dence at Waverly, Major Young's paek
consisted of Mag, a Wash Ray, from
Kentucky; Minnie, a Walker, from the
same state; Grady, a July, from Georgia;
Clark, Lucy. Hill and others. The best
known strains of the red fox dogs were
represented by a pack, among them Whit,
of the famous Wild Goose dog blood.
To the uninitiated it may be well to
here explain that field trial, such as
we have alluded to. is a contest to dem
onstrate by actual work in the field
which dog among a number is the best
in natural and trained characteristics for
running purposes. The contests are
usually confined to bird dogs, pointers
and setters. The dogs are carried to a
large field and in the presence of judges
selected to determine their merits are
turned loose so that they may cover the
ground, seeking game and coming to a
stand or point and holding it for a time
sufficiently long to exhibit the staunch
ness of the dog as may he required in
an ordinary hunt. In other words, it
is an actual hunt, so to say, in which
tlie merits and demerits of the dogs are
closely watched and noted, so that the
judges will be able to reach a correct
conclusion as. to the nose or power of
scent, the steadiness and reliability as
well as the intelligence and training of
the animal which goes to make up his
ability in the hunting line. Some of the
greatest field trials ever held in tlie
United States occurred at Grand Junction,
a station on the Southern railway not
many miles above Holly Springs, Miss.,
and one about 100 miles as the crow flies
nortwesterly of Waverly. in that sec
tion of the United States Field Trials
(’lull leased, a few years ago, 16,000 acres
of land in north Mississippi and the an
nual meeting there is an occasion for
the assembling of owners of the finest
dogs to ho found in this country, if not in
the world, and is looked forward to as
the greatest event of the year among
the sporting fraternity whose fancy runs
to bird hunting.
BEASTS GIVEN CARTE BLANCHE.
When Major Val and Captain Billy are
alone in the old house the handsome par
lor is rarely opened except, perhaps, when
some pet bird dog or fox founds is ailing
when the doors are thrown wide open
that they may, at will, enter the room
and seek quiet and comfort in one of
tlie great arm chairs or large divans,
or stretch himself comfortably upon the
blue velvet carpet. The ice house which
in years past was the envy of many a
house wife in the county is no longer used
for that purpose. Here in the hot weath
er “Mr. Mage” keeps the Canadian fox
he has imported for future runs and he
adds, with a smile, he desires the fox
to lie delightfully comfortable in “the
good old summer time.”
Prior to 1861 a more elegant or hap
pier fireside was not anywhere to be
found. Then there were six sons and
four daughters living, of whom two of
the sons and two of the daughters were
married.
When tlie state of Mississippi seceded
from the union and her fortunes were
linked to those ol' the other seceding
state to form a southern confederacy,
the live sons and the son in law promptly,
in the early days of 1861, enlisted a vol
unteers in the confederate states army
and each bore himself worthily as a con
federate soldier. Beverly Young, who
served with much distinction in his com
mand, was killed leading his men on the
blood stained heights of Gettysburg. Cap
tain Billy Young was captured and con
fined in a federal prison, but finally made
his escape and reached his home via Chi
cago, after many thrilling experiences.
During the four years of the heart break
ing struggle the cultured daughters kept
ever in mind the men in gray and every
sacrifice was made by them that com
forts might he sent to the front.
Many notable confederate leaders were
entertained there, among them personal
friends of the family, including General
W. H. Jackson, General N. B. Forrest,
General Stephen D. Lee, General Lyons,
General A. J. Vaughan, General B. F.
Cheatham, General Ruggles, and their re
spective staffs.
After Miss Belle Edmonson was ban
ished, by General Osborne at Memphis,
for waving a confederate flag, she came
to Waverly and remained from the time
Memphis fell Ul the close of the war.
Mrs. Hal Rogers, who was also banished
by the federate for sending contraband
goods through the lines, found a welcome
at Wave*ly.
Since the war Waverly has been the
scene of numerous brilliant social gath
erings and countless cotillions have been
danced in the big hall by the beauty
and chivalry of Mississippi. To the pres
ent time, when the spring days come the
famous homestead is a Mecca for private
picnic parties from Aberdeen, West Point
and Columbus, and the public schools and ought to know.
colleges, too. of these towns Rive their
annual holiday outing in the groves near
the house. It matters not how great
the crowd, they feel privileged to call
upon the genial bachelor brothers and
wander at will over the hospitable man
sion.
The founder of Waverly, George Hamp
ton Young, was born in Georgia during
’.lie last decade of the eighteenth cen
tury. In his youth he evidenced wisdom
and a worthy ambition not only rare for
those primitive times, but rather unusual
even in these advanced d#vs wherein,
more than ever, knowledge is recognized
as power. An incident occurred during
his boyhood illustrative of his character
then, which it is deemed desirable to
mention for the lesson it holds for the
young' of the twentieth century. At the
death of his lather, when the landed es
tate find goods and chattels appertaining
thereto were to be divided between the
heirs, he declared Ills wish that those
things might go to others in interest,
begging for himself that his distributive
share bo paid in money, that through it
he might secure an education and thus
equip himself for the part he aspired to
play in the world’s broad field of battle.
His wishes were insofar complied with,
that he was enabled to take a collegiate
course, and so dilligently did he apply
himself to scholastic duties his student’s
life, he graduated with distinction and
took high rank in the literary society of
which he was a member. Colonel James
E. Saunders in his “Early Settlers of
Alabama.’’ pleasantly alludes to “George”
Young (at the tim c the two were fellow
collegians at Athens) as follows:
‘IMr. Watkins (Mr. John Watkins of
Georgia) was fortunate in the alliances
formed by his children. His daughter,
Lucy Woodson, was married to George
II. Young, of Lexington, Ga. He grad
uated :it the University of Georgia with
first honors, and had a. reputation even
then as an orator. I saw him first at
the commencement at which he gradu
ated. T remember that Governor Troup
< who was an honorary member) was
Introduced into the hall of the I’lii Kappa
Society, and Mr. Young, who was in the
chair as president, made an impromptu
speech of welcome, which was responded
to by the governor.
“The speech of Mr. Young was one of
the best I ever heard on such an occa
sion, and wo college boys thought he
laid the governor completely in the
shade. He had an illustrious career be
fore him. But shortly after his mar
riage the Indian lands in Mississippi were
offered for sale. Many of those lands
were very valuable. With Mr. Young
there was a conflict between fame and
fortune, hut the decision was in favor of
fortune. TTe dealt largely in lands and
■became very wealthy. In eastern Mis
sissippi Colonel Young, of Waverly, in
his old age, was widely known for his
wealth. Intelligence and hospitality.”
DEATH OF A PATRIARCH.
Tlie death of Colonel Young. November
6. 1880. was mogo than a sore affliction
to his family and a great loss to so
ciety. it was the taking oft’ of a man
whose life had been devoted to doing
good to others and whose amplest pleas
ures and highest ambition from early
manhood to advanced age had been de
rived from and consecrated to practical
illustrations liy his own conduct of the
gospel of love, and services, to individ
uals and to state, that should redound
to the advancement of the best interests
of his fellow creatures 'and the upbuild
ing of his country on lines making honor
and public weal paramount considera
tions.
To him the strength of knowledge and
the influence of right livin,* were above
the power of money and the force of
might. And although lie amassed a very
large fortune—being at one time among
the wealthiest Mlssisslppians of his day
and generation—no man ever lived freer
from sordidness or wrought more unsel
fishly toward all mankind.
Although bred to the law, and gifted
beyond his fellows in the art ot' oratory—
in chasteness of expression, in wit and
Iiunior and pathos, in eloquent use of
forceful logic—he preferred the life of a
country gentleman, surrounded by family
and friends, to any other, and could not
be induced to give it up, although the
doors of opportunity offering high politi
cal preferment wore more than onea
opened to him. Yielding to solicitation
of friends and admirers and from a sense
of duty, he served in •ally days in the
legislature of Mississippi, where his
marked ability and patriotic efforts made
him conspicuous in a body distinguished
for intelligence and loftiness of purpose.
Alluding to this period of Colonel Young's
life, the late Beverly Matthews, of Co
lumbus. Miss., himself a man of the
highest order of intellect, says:
“He (George II. Young) abandoned for
a brief season the resolute purpose of his
life and consented to serve as an admir
ing and persistent constituency in the
state legislature.
“There he built a monument to his in-
valuabmle worth as a public servant and
to the glory of the state in the rich en
dowment which he secured to the State
university, at Oxford. The office of trus
tee was conferred upon him in recogni
tion of his signal service, and he held it
for many years, and sedulously labored
to give that seat of learning its piesent
foundation stone of prosperity and use
fulness. In the coming ages, when Its
alumni shall feel an exultant and just
pride, and the youths of the state be
filled with its blessings, and its fame
shall kindle a new gleam of light in the
ey e of citizenship of the state, and the
antiquary shall come to examine its ori
gin—the name of George H. Young shall
be honored and revered as the founder
and chief of the corner.”
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CONTINUED FROM FOURTH PAGE
“Well, then, as you had only a match
and didn’t feel the poor man’s heart.
It's easy to see how you missed th«
knife wound.” Jarman took up the pa
per again. “The doctor says that Starth
was shot first and mutilated afterwards.”
“But why should the poor wretch have
been mutilated at all?’’
“1 can’t say. It looks like a piece
of savagery to me.- Though, to be sure.
I think mutilation's a wrong word to
lie used for a clean stab. If his ears
had been cut off now. or ’’
“Don’t!” said Frank, with a shudder.
“It's horrible. The mail was shot dead,
and then stabbed to make sure. That's
how 1 read it.’’
“Well, the. person who sent him into
the other world must have been anxious
to make certain.” This time it was
Eustace who paced the room. “1 only
heard of one corpse being treated like
that before.”
“Where was that?’’ asked Lancaster.
“In San Francis o some years ago.”
“Who was it, and why was he slain
twice—for that's what it amounts to?”
Jarman did not answer immediately.
It was close on 8 o'clock, and he stood
looking out of liis study window into
the luminous night. He and the secre
tary had been haymaking throughout
the afternoon, and the shaven expanse
of a particularly rough lawn was dotted
with haycockts picttfrcsquqly disposed.
Beyond was the untrimmed hedge which
Jarman would never allow to ho cut,
and under this grew straggling white
rose hushes, the flowers of which show
ed star-like in tlie glimmering light.
Over the hedge through a vista of leafy
elms could be seen the far-extending
country, and the lights of Tilbury in a
long line like flying illuminated railway
carriages. A clear, starry sky and a
yellow harvest moon completed the beau
ty of the scone, and the nightingales
were singing wildly in the copse at the
bottom of the meadow. Jarman heaved
a sigh of delight.
“it s a peaceful scene.’’ said he. with
a look of pure pleasure. “Why do I
go into gaslight and noisy crowds when
I have this beauty around me.”
“Well, you don’t,” said Frank, not see
ing where this speech would lead to.
“Ion haven’t been in a London theater
or drawing room for ages.”
‘True enough. 1 keep out of those
things. But I was saying that San Fran
cisco was noisy.”
“Were you? I didn't hear you,” said
Frank. Then, as Jarman again made
no reply, lie spoke up rather pettishly.
Ills position didn’t soothe his nerves
in any way, poor fellow. “You can
trust me, Eustace.”
‘How do you know I was becoming
confidential?”
“Because you talked sentiment about
the scene before you.”
Eustace returned to his seat and
laughed rather sadly. “You're an ob
server. my son,” said lie. “Yes. You
have told me about your past—we must
have a repetition of that story some
day, for reasons you will easily under
stand—now I’ll tell you my romance.”
“About a woman?”
“Yes. Did you over know a romance
that didn't include a woman? And this
one of mine included a corpse, too.”
“Shot and stabbed?”
“Both—in the streets of ’Frisco six
or seven years ago. The man’s name
was Anchor.”
“Are you talking of the corpse?” asked
Lancaster, settling himself.
“O.f what else? Ho was a lucky miner,
and, having made no end of money, he
built a new raw palace near ’Frisco,
where he settled with his wife.”
"Ah!” said Frank, intelligently, “she’s
the woman.”
“Quite so, and I loved her for all I
was worth, till I found her out.”
“Eustace,’’ remarked Lancaster, find
ing these details scrappy, “if you will
start in an' sail plainly, I won't in
terrupt.”
Jarman took a pull at his pipe. “I’ll
give the gist of it in a few words,” said
he, slowly. “I was doing gome journal
istic work in ’Frisco, and ran across
Anchor. He was a big, burly, rough
chap, but a whacking good sort. We
chummed up, and he invited me to see
him. 1 was introduced to Mrs. Anchor,
and fell in love with her.”
“What was she like?”
“You promised not to interrupt. Never
mind what she was like. My taste then
is not my taste now.”
“Mildred!” 'thought Frank, buit said
nothing.
“I think she liked me more than a lit
tle. But after I visited at her house for
a time, 1 found that Anchor was turning
nasty.”
“Jeajous, I suppose?”
Eustace nodded. “But upon my soul he
had no cause 1° lie. 1 was as straight as
a die. 1 think Mrs. Anchor did her best
to make him jealous. After a time I
became sure, and then found out—it mat
ters not how—that she wished to get rid
of her husband. I was to be the man to
remove him.”
“Confound! Did she want you to mur
der the mail?”
“Well, that was her Idea. But all this
I didn t find out for a long time. An-
chor grew nasty, and T rarely went to
liis house. But Mrs. Ancluor used to come
arid see me in the city sometimes.”
“Was that quite straight?”
“No, it wasn’t, in one way. But, you
see, she came to tell me that she was
afraid her husband would kill her. I
wasn’t up to her game then. A third
man canto in. His name was Salvers—a
nasty, dry, bad-tempered chap. He and
Mrs. Anchor became thick as thieves.
Then she gave me the go-by.”
“Oh! I suppose she hoped Sukers would
kill her husband?”
I fs. It scented that ^Anchor was
ruined. His wife spent all Ills money,
and the raw new palace was sold. Tlie
pair came to live at ’Frisco, and Sakers
loafed on the front with Mrs. Anchor.”
“Wore you still in love with her?”
“I was. I tell you, Frank, I really did
love that woman. She was the most
fascinating woman I ever met, and I've
tlii ted with them in all countries. Well
after a time, she chucked Sakers and
came to me. I gathered that she knew
of some money which could be got if her
husband was out of the way.”
“Mow?”
“Well, J didn’t inquire. She proposed
so plainly that I should shoot Anchor-
seeing (hat even her pranks couldn't
make him jealous enough to get up a
duel—that I grew angry. That was an
eye-opener. But even then if she'd
•cropped the business I might have gone
on loving her, but she up and slanged me
properly. Then f saw what a bad mind
she had, and shewed her tlie door. What
her scheme was I don’t know. After
that, a week later, Anchor came to see
me.”
“To make trouble?”
“No, poor chap. He came to make it
up. Said that he had been mistaken, anrl
that he didn't believe all the lies that
wore told about my being in love with
Mrs. Anchor. Jhen he cried, anti said
that she had bolted with Sakers.”
“Why wasn’t lie man enough to follow,
and shoot ?”
"He was off that night to Chicago,
where the two had gone. But lie came
io see me to explain. It seemed that
there was some money—about a million—
that he had something to do with. He
promised to see me again before he left
for Chicago, and to give me some papers
about the matter. It was by the mid
night train he was going, and he was to
call hack at 8. r went to the door of
my house with him—it was in a quiet
side street, aim we stood chatting at the
door ”
;;? u * w ' ,y rt^n't he bring the napers
with him? asked Frank.
lie didn ‘t know if I’d take them, and,
moreover was afraid of being robbed
and killed by-well. T can’t say who b v
hut Sakers was mixed up in the bail-’
wound. Tt was a brand new
nothing could he made of it in the
of evidence.”
“What happened then? - ’
\vcll, at first r was Tho igj
guilty, but I soon Clear"'! my . • ],:: i. i
Anchor was buried, and I nevei
heard of Mrs. Anchor nor Sak<
“What about t ii• papers?’’
“I never heard anything of them
cr. But it appeared that when A
was seeing me a negro came to his !,„i
Ings to wait for him. As he didn't t
up the negro skippecT. i fancied he migl
have been'an emissary of Mrs. Ai , "
to steal those papers. But none w e
found.”
“And who killed Anchor?”
“Well, I fancy Sakers fired th<
But who knifed him I can't say
Frank rose, and walking to the wind .
stretched himself. “It's a gruesome •
ry." said lie; “and what did Tamarm
mean?”
"I can't tell you. That was tlie C"s
word the poor fellow said before h. vv s
stretched a corpse. Well, Frank, after
that 1 got sick of the west, and caini
home. A strange romance?”
“Very. But I. can't make top nor till
of the business, it is strange that An
chor should have been both shot and
stabbed as Startli was.”
“For that reason 1 tell the story. Keep
it to yourself, Frank. I do not care
about wearing my heart on my sleeve.
“I’ll say nothing,” assented Lancaster,
“and you know quite enough to round
on me if 1 do. I say"—he peered through
the window into the moonlight—“who is
the lady?”
Jarman rose, and looked over Frank's
shoulder. There was a white figure
crossing the lawn. “it's Mildred—Miss
Startli.
Frank made for the door. “I'll go to
my bed room," he said. “I am not abb:
to meet her yet, as I might give mys< If
away. Besides, she may wish to talk
to you about the ease.”
"H'm! Yes, it's just as well. Clear
out. I'll let you know all that is need
ful.’’
So Frank disappeared, and Jarman
opened the front door to his visitor. Mil
dred looked very weary. She wore a
white dress with black bows, and saw
him looking sideways at it when she en
tered the study.
“X haven’t had time to get proper
mourning," she said, sinking into a chair.
“Mrs. Perth is furnishing up an old dress
for tomorrow.”
“I wasn’t thinking of that," said Jar
man, mendaciously. “Hay** some nine,
Miss Startli. Yon look so tired.'*
“I'm worn out. That awl
and poor Walter’s death!” She hid her
face in her hands. “It's a
so terrible! I have been
since T returned.”
“So Mrs. Perth told me.
verdict.”
“Do you think it is a true
Milderd. suddenly.
Jarman was taken aback.
T know?”
“The jury say that Mr. Lain
ed Walter. But as T was h
room some one—T don't know who- slipped
a paper into my band. T have brought,
it to you, as T can't understand.”
She handed Jarman half a ?d ct of
note paper. On it was written in ,an un
formed, childish hand three wonts.
“Frank. Innocent. Tnmaroo!"
“Tamaroo!' Jarman leaped up.
What does it mean?"
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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‘How should
aroo!
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ivillg the
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With them, he said, it is not the haste
to get rich and abandon business which
is characteristic of the American, hut
the desire is to maintain and build up
tor their children the business which
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“I see. Mrs. Anchor had told Sakers
, what shc to,(1 you- and he, less scrupu
lous. intended to kill Anchor to get these
papers.” —
"That’s about the size of it. But the
whole thing was so vague that I eouldnf
get at tho pith of it. Anchor would ted
me nothing until he came back with the
papers at 8. All he said when we shook
hands at the door was ‘Tamaroo • ”
• “Well, go on. Tamaroo what?”
He didn’t got any further,” said Jar
man. “for at that moment he was shot.”
“Shot!” In the open street?”
“It was a quiet side street, and, being
about mealtime, there was no one about.
Also it was almost dark. The man who
shot Anchor must have been concealed n
a corner close at hand. I turned, and
saw him cutting along the street. I fol
lowed, calling for the police. But he
bunked into a crowded street, and I lost
him. I went up to a policeman and
made him come oack with me. I had
been away for 15 minutes on the chase.
Anchor was still lying before niy door,
but in addition to the shot wound there
was a knife in his heart. In this in
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"Do you know.” said he. “manv of mv
friends have asked me why T didn't <. r ,
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make large sales—big business—mala- j
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1 am building and holding my trade not
by fooling my customers, but by giving
them a quality of whiskey just" a iiuie
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