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* The House of the
Three Ganders »Z1>
Copyright b, Irving B.ch.Ilor (W NU Servic.)
SYNOPSIS
Sixteen Ragged, and starving, a lioy of about
is found in the woods by a
camping brutal party, having fled from his
in clean father, clothes, Bat Morryson. Fed, and
the boy Shad (Sher¬
idan) Is sent to Canton, with a letter
to Colonel Blake. The colonel, his
wife, and their young daughter Ituth,
are impressed by the boy's manner.
He goes to work in Amity Dam, and
becomes friendly with a youth of his
age, village "Bony,” character. and Bumpy Brown, tink¬
er, Bat Morryson
comes, determined to take his son back
to his own dissolute life. He is over¬
awed by Colonel Blake, the district
attorney, Shad’s and his father pusses out of
life. A girl, young and pret¬
ty, comes to Brown’s shack, inquiring
for him. Shad applies himself diligent¬
ly to his neglected education. Love for
Ruth Blake takes a strong hold on his
heart. In an attack made on the Perry
fatally family, Oscar Perry, the father, is
Doolittle, shot, and his daughter, Mrs.
wife of Cyrus Doolittle,
prominent citizen, seriously wounded.
Circumstantial evidence points to
Bumpy Brown as the assailant. He is
arrested.
CHAPTER VI—Continued
—ll—
“Yes, but he may have thought that
Shad was wounded and losing blood
and going slowly or lying dead in the
trail. If he saw him topple out of
the canoe it would have been his
natural inference that he had hit his
mark. I do not like this touch of
mystery. Some one seems to see in
one or more of these three articles a
source of danger for himself. They
were put away in the rush and ex¬
citement of the lleelng criminal and
as soon as it coubd be safely done,
some dark night, they were to be
gathered up and. destroyed or perhaps
hidden somewhere near the shack
of Bumpy Brown. You know, the
thought has come to me more than
once that the revolver and cartridges
were planted on the old man.”
“These are interesting speculations,
but they do not impress me,” said the
judge. “The big man our young
friend saw may have got his bearings
and gone to his camp or lie may be
coming here any minute and telling
of his adventure near Center pond.”
In the moment of silence that fol¬
lowed the judge's words Shad spoke
out:
“He’ll never come here. He is the
murderer. He knows that I know it.”
Shad told them of that moment
near the abandoned camp when the
moonlight had shown him a masked
face.
“And did he not call out when he
heard you running away?”
“No, sir,” Shad answered.
“That is rather strange business,”
said the judge. “Why did he mask him¬
self?”
“It was a cunning bit of prudence,”
the colonel answered. “Suppose he
had come upon the boy lying wounded
in the trail. The stranger could then
have robbed him of his treasures
without being identified. Or, again,
after dark, a light might be flashed
in his face any moment. That indeed
is what happened. A sudden light
out of the heavens fell upon him.
Shad is not much wiser because of it.
That beam of moonlight showed us
only the blackness of the man’s soul.”
“It is a reasonable theory,” the
judge agreed.
The colonel was examining the two
hats which Shad had brought in his
basket. Suddenly he whistled and
exclaimed: “Well! What does this
mean? Look here, Judge.”
Inside the sweat band of the light
colored slouch hat some one had writ¬
ten with pen and ink those words:
“To It. II.: It’s a long head that
never turns,”
“This is undoubtedly the hat worn
by the murderer,” said the colonel.
“All who saw him agree as to the kind
of hat he wore, and it was found with
the handkerchief. This writing is that
of a young woman accustomed to the
use of a pen. She was a playful per¬
son of some sort. Who is she and
who is R. K?”
“Robert ltoyce, maybe,” Shad prompt¬
ly answered.
“Sure enough! There are the two
R’s,” said the colonel. “He was a son
of Mrs. Doolittle by her first husband.
He is tall. I remember that he swore
at the examination that he closed his
shop at five o’clock and went up¬
stairs to read. He came downstairs
and let Cyrus Doolittle out of his front
door soon after eight. He would have
had three hours in which to go to
Amity Dam, commit the crime and re¬
turn to his shop.”
He carefully wrapped the articles
which he had been examining, and
added: “I shall take good care of
these things and go out of tiie woods
tomorrow.”
He took Shad’s hand and spoke these
words, which mark a turning point in
the career of Sheridan Morryson:
“Bard, I like you. I’m going to take
you into my office if you don’t mind,
and try to make a lawyer of you. I
guess we can get along together. I
want you to go to bed now and get a
good rest. You must be tired.”
He bolted the door and put braces
In the windows. The two men and
the boy went to their beds above stairs.
Shad observed that the colonel put the
package under his pillow. The boy
had been much elated by the colonel’s
words.
The morning was chilly and the
clouds were threatening. The party
get out with rifles and loaded packs
soon after eight. The trusty old guide
led them. As they neared the aban¬
doned lumber camp, Colonel Blake
said to the guide:
“I’ll take the lead here.”
He walked slowly, looking intently
at the ground. In a wet spot near a
deep puddle he stopped, saying:
“Here are Shad’s tracks and here
are the tracks of the man who fol¬
lowed him coming and going. He wore
hunting boots.”
The colonel took a rule from his
pocket and measured the tracks, the
judge noting the figures.
“By jove!” the latter exclaimed.
“They are almost identical with those
of the rubber tracks of the murderer.
I am convinced that this man could
have worn Bumpy’s rubbers.”
“Yes, we’re in deeper water than we
thought,” the colonel remarked as he
folded his rule.
They followed the footprints to the
very edge of Center pond. The canoe
was gone. They could dimly see it on
the far shore.
“lie went out of the woods last night
and was in a hurry,” said the colonel.
They turned back and made for the
clearing. Half a mile or so back of
St. Germain’s cabin the tracks of the
stranger were no longer visible. At
some point, which they did not dis¬
cover, he had left the trail.
Shad and the two officials tramped
over the lonely sand road to South
Bolton. About two miles below St.
Germain’s they saw where a team and
wagon had come off the plain into
the road and gone on toward the
settlement some time before.
At South Bolton they went to Hub¬
bard's store. Shad had told Colonel
Blake of the attractive young lady
he had once seen at Bumpy Brown’s
shack and who worked in that store.
The young woman had gone to Ash
field that morning. She would be re¬
turning the next day.
“Who is this young woman and
where is her home?” Colonel Blake
inquired of the merchant.
“She is from Malone,” the latter an¬
swered. “Her name is Caroline De
Long. Robert Royce Introduced her to
me in Ashfield one day about a year
ago. He had known her and her peo¬
ple in Malone. She said that she was
not very well; that she had heard that
South Bolton was a healthy place near
the edge of the big woods and that
she would like to work in my store.
I needed help, so I took her to work
here in the store.”
“Have you been pleased with her?”
“Well, yes—pretty well on the
whole. I’ve found her honest and
good at figures.”
“I have heard that she is very hand¬
some and that she dresses well,” Col¬
onel Blake went on.
“Yes, she’s as proud as a peacock,
and my wife thinks that she dresses
too well for a girl who has to work
for a living and that she gads around
too much.”
“Who does she gad around with?”
“Well, mostly Robert Royce. I
don't know as we can complain of
that. Royce is a single man and I
kind o’ think he’s fond of her.”
“Do you nappen to know old Bumpy
Brown, the tinker who lives down on
the Racquette?”
“Oh, everybody knows him! They
think that he's tiie man who done the
shooting down to Doolittle's.”
“Does Miss De Long know him?”
“Y r es, and we’ve all been wondering
about that. He was up here tinkering.
He came to the store to see Carrie.
They seemed to be well acquainted.
He said, that he knew her people. The
last time he was here Carrie spent
the evening with him on the hotel
piazza. My wife thinks that he gives
her money.”
“What does she say about his indict¬
ment?”
“She says he is a harmless old man
who wouldn't hurt anybody.”
“You will remember that Bumpy
bought a pair of rubbers here a few
days before the murder. Who sold
them to him?”
“Miss De Long.”
“Who bought rubbers of the same
size about that time?”
“I’ve been thinking about that. You
know, Robert Royce came in the day
after the tinker was here. Another
man was with Royce. I didn’t, know
him. There were going info the woods.
The stranger bought a raincoat. They
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Columnist Requires No Special Place for “His”
Where a few more or less well
known Pittsburghers carry the bank¬
roll (names withheld for the sake of
their dependents) : A prominent musi¬
cian carries his in an old-fashioned
snap purse, which lie always opens at
arms’ length to let the moths es¬
cape !
The town’s most colorful gambler
packs his, which is big enough to re¬
quire a rubber band, loose in a trou¬
sers pocket. Another has built-in
pockets along the belt band of his
jeans and in his vest, which hold a
“last stake” in case of emergency.
A political figure of the Hill dis¬
trict is said to start the day with $10
in quarters loose in a coat pocket. By
CLEVELAND COURIER
went over to the hotel for their din¬
ner. Later Royce came back In a
hurry. He wanted arctic overshoes.
He had on a pair of r.ew rubbers. I
knew that he had bought ’em over at
the other store. He said that they
pinched his feet. I took them off. The
size mark was on the sole. It was the
exact size and shape of the pair’ that
I sold to Bumpy Brown. I thought
of it when I heard about the rubber
traeks of the murderer.”
“Will you describe the man you call
the stranger?”
“He was a tall man with a freckled
face and red hair and very big ears.”
This ended the conversation with
Hubbard.
“I am more than ever convinced that
we have been misled and that Bumpy
js not in the case,” said Colonel Blake
as they sat down to dinner.
“A little more evidence will make
me agree with you,” was the answer
of the judge. “I happen to know that
Royce has a motive. I drew the will
of his mother, who, as you know, is
Mrs. Doolittle. She leaves all her
property—considerable sum—to her
son Robert Royce.”
The colonel’s face grew serious.
“You will remember from his testi¬
mony at Brown’s examination that he
has no alibi. We had better say no
more of this until the ground under
our feet Is a little more solid. Re¬
member, Shad, you mustn’t know too
much. Keep still till we have found
our way.”
Shad promised to hold his tongue
but he could hardly conceal his elation
over the clearing outlook for his friend
the tinker.
“There Is one circumstance that
must give us pause,” said the judge.
“The murderer did not seem to be
eager to kill Mrs. Doolittle. True, he
shot at her, but, entering as he did,
he had to begin shooting at once and
create a panic. He couldn’t hesitate
then. A few seconds later he had his
chance to kill Mrs. Doolittle. lie stood
close In front of her with the revol¬
ver pointing at her face. He could
have killed her then but he didn't
shoot. He struck her. She fell and
fled out of his way.”
“Consider the psychological situa¬
tion,” the colonel began. “She was
his mother. Apart from her he could
plan her death but, face to face with
the woman who had borne him, he
weakened, lie would have been glad
to get out of the house without killing
but he couldn’t.”
“Well, we shall all be wiser In a
week,” the colonel remarked as they
arose from the table.
They hired a team at the livery
stable and set out for Ashfield and the
county seat. They stopped at Amity
Dam to pick up Shad’s clothing, then
at the home of the judge in Ashfield.
The colonel was urged to spend the
night there.
“N T o, thank you,” he answered
“Shad and I have got some business to
do in the village before we take the
evening train to Canton.”
They left their baggage at the hotel
and discharged the team. They went
to Royce's shop on the island. Royce
was not there.
On the street a tradesman stopped
them with interesting news. While
fishing he had found a tan coat and
overalls on the river shore below the
bridge. The colonel went to his store
and took possession of them, it was
undoubtedly the suit worn by the mur¬
derer.
“Do you know whom it belongs to?”
the colonel asked.
“No,” was the answer. “They say
Robert Royce wore a suit like that
when he worked in his barn.”
They were out on the street when
Colonel Blake said to his young friend:
“Bard, we have two hours before
train time. You know, of course, that
clothes are an important part of life
on this planet. Your grand new suit
has been swum in. Its pristiue purity
has departed. The cruel rusticity of
Amity Dam is on you. Come with me
and I will complete your emancipa¬
tion.”
They went to a clothing store.
“Here, sir, is a young friend of
mine,” Colonel Blake said to the
genial clerk. “I wish you to deprive
him of this Amity Damned appear¬
ance. Let us hurl economy to the
winds and go to work.”
(TO .BE CONTINUED.)
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