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L!1 Lil Li I ?J!?M?!M3rtMI?AnECaBEM*y Synopsts of Previous Chapttfs. CHAPTERS I to ill.—Elwood Randolph is living recklessly along the winter roads when he notices smoke ascending from the chimney of the Whispering Pines, the de- terted country dub-houae whe he had him- self locked up that very day. Leaving hts horse t*.nd sleigh in a. pine grove, he crosses the mow to the house and enters by the open door. He Snds a. man's coat and hat on the hat-ra<;k, and is about to strike a light when he sees a. young girl coining downstairs with a Hghtcd candle. Sobbing, she rushes out and iocka the door. He has recognised her as farmd Cumberland. Then Randolph nnds that the man's coat and hat have disappeared. Con- tinuing his search, he &nds in the room where a ii:'c had been lighted, and under a pile of uushions, the dead body of Adelaide Cumber- tand. the woman he was engaged to marry. fie suspects suicide, but sees the marks of fin- gers on her throat and realises that she has been murdered. He decides to keep silence )tS to Carmel's visit to the house. He is puz- zled by the presence of liqueur glasses, and is on the point of emerging into the blinding snowstorm when he hears a loud knocking. Two police ofBcers enter and search the house. Randolph enters the room after they have found the body. CHAPTERS IV. A V.—Randolph asks the policemen to help him to solve the mystery of his fiancee's death. They seem to suspect I him, and he tells them the story of his visit to The Whispering Pines. They are stiti incredu- lous. and cross-question him as to his move- ments, afterwards telephoning for more assis- tance. The arrival of additional police is fo!- towed by a thorough search af the house. A number of bottles of whisky and wine are touud on the kitchen table, and a coat and hat in thecloset. Then the coroner, Dr. Perry, HTives, and questions Elwood Randolph as U) his relations with Adelaide and Carmel Cumberland. The Coroner shows Randolph a lote which the latter had written to Carmet Mking her to elope with him and marry him. Randolph explains that he had fallen in love with the younger sister, although he was Mtgaged to the elder that he tried to end an Impossible situation in the only possible way, but that Carmel, although she loved him, had bailed him. It was on his way back from the ttation that he called at the club-house. He cemembers leaving his keys at the Cumber- 1and's after dinner. CHAPTERS IV & V.—Randolph asks the policemen to help him to solve the mystery of Ms fiance's death. They seem to suspect him. and he tells them the story of his vistit to The Whispering Pines. They are st'll in- credulous and cross-question him as to his movements, afterwards telephoning for more itssistance. The arrival of additional police is followed by a thorough search of the house. A number of bottles of whisky and wine are tound on the kitchen table, and a coat and hat tn a closet. Then the Coroner, Dr. Perry, arrives, and questions Elwood Randolph as to his relations with Adelaide and Carmel Cumberland, The Coroner shows Randolph t note which the latter had written to Carmel asking her to elope with him and marry him. Randolph explains that he had fallen in love with the younger sister, although be was en- gaged to the elder that he tried to end t<n impossible situation in the only possible <vay, but that Carmel, although she loved him, had failed him. It was on his way back from I' the station that he called at the chib-house. Se remembers leaving his keys attheCum- berlands after dinner. CHAPTERS VI, & VII.—Tbe Coroner re- 'ininds Elwood Randolph that two liqueur glasses have been found in the room of the tnurder, and another, unused, in an adjoining closet, but Randolph pleads ignorance of their purpose. Next morning he is arrested for the murder of Adelaide Cumberland, despite his protestations of innocence. He hears that Carmel has been badly buxnt about the face, tnd is delirious. During his exa.mina.tion before the magistrates, Randolph is relieved to find that no suspicion of complicity in the murder attaches to CaHnel Cumberland. Zadok Brown, the Cumberland's coachman, declares &hat Arthur Cumberland's sleigh had been out on the pre .ious night. This Arthur stoutly denies. Randolph conjectures that the two misters had harnessed up the sleigh and driven to The Whispering Pines, Miss Carmel wearing man's hat and overcoat. Randolph's lawyer riend. Clifton, calls to see him in prison. The termer tells him all he can, and, seeing in- credulity in the other's face, protests his inno- cence. Clifton agrees to defend him. CHAPTERS VIII and IX.—Elwood Ran- dolph is compelled to admit to his friend and 'ouasel, Clifton, that he cannot tell him every- thing. Clifton points out that his friend's note to Ca.rme! might alao be read as an invitation i.o Adelaide to come to The Whispering Pines. B[is passion ior Carmel, too, would supply a motive for the murder of Adelaide. Further, Randolph's key was found in the wine cellar door. The imprisoned man insists that some tthcr man is involved in the affair. He decides to divulge part of his knowledge of events to 'he authorities, and asserts that a sleigh driven by a man in a Derby hat left the grounds of The Whispering Pines just aa he entered them. When Clifton next calls he tells his friend that Carmel will probably not be better lor weeks, and that her sister will be buried at nnce, as strangulation was evidently the cause )f death. He comments on the suppression of the evidence of the cordial glasses, but Ran- iotph begs him not to speak of it. CHAPTER X. 0 he sits high in all the people's hearts And that, which would appear offence in us, His countenance like richest alchemy Will change to virtue and to worthiness. —" Jutius Caesar." There is just one point I should !ike to im- press on you,"said Clifton aa hesatincon- Stsvewith Coroner Perry and District Attorney Fox, who had come over to take charge of the case. The ring which Miss Cumberland wore M the sign of her engagement to my client, Mr. Elwood Randolph, was not on her hand when he came upon her, as he declares he did, dead. ft was there, he swears, at dinner, but missing when he found her. If she took it oS before starting for The Whispering Pines, it should easity be found. But if she did not, what a clue it oSers to her unknown assailant' The chances are, all circumstancea considered, that Miss Cumberland might have returned the ting thresh the post. May I ask if it has been received ? No," sa;d Coroner Perry. It has not." Then," said Clifton, as Mr. Randolph's <egal adviser, I am very anxious to have that ting found. I ask your pardon for having \;alled attention to this detail, but its import Mice is undeniable." Quite,' said Attorney Fox. "The point tthall receive immediate attention." I ask no more." said Clifton, rising to depart. Before you have finished with my dient, you will esteem him much more highly than you do now." As he left the room the detective from New york entered. Caleb Sweetwater was his name. In regard to personal appearance the newcomer was no beauty. He was plain to the point of ogliness. but his modest and cheerful air more than counterbalanced that. Coroner Perry introduced him to the District Attorney, and then brieny ran over the salient points of the case. Sweetwater listened to all that was said with snapping eyes, and when he ':lad been given the various clues indicating the presence of a third, and as yet unknown, party on the scene of the crime, he rose excitedly to his feet, declaring that the case was one of the most promising he had ever taken in hand. Tlis enthusiasm was contagious. Sweetwater first spent half-an-hour with Hexford, and then he fumed his attention to *.he House of the Whispering Pines. Here he lingered fer nearly an hour, going frotp room to room, and re-constucting the crime in his own mind. The spirit bottles in the kitchen had a peculiar fascination for him. sort of a man was it who had chosen and carried off the two choicest bottles that the club-house con tained ? Hia search for the man who wore a Derbv hat was Ji1œly to be a long one. He' left the club by the northern gate. fhia road was an outlying one, and but little travelled, save \in the height of summer. Under ordinary circumsta-ncesSwoetwaterwould Äave met not more than half-a-dozen farts or Pledges between the club-house gates and the beginnings of the city streets. But to-day the Toad was full of teams carrying all sorts of in- congruous people, eager for a sight of the spot made for ever notorious by a mysterious crime. He noted them all. Ae faces of the men. the gestures of the women but he did not show anv special interest until he came to that por- tion of the road where the- long line of half- buried fences began to give way to a few* scattered houses. Then spirit woke, and he became quick, alert, and persuasive. He entered the houses, he talked with the people. Though evidently not a dissipated man. he stopped at several saloons, taking hia time with his glass. encouraging the chatter of all who chose to meet his advances. Hf was a natural talker, and welcomed ever topic but his eye only sparkled at one. This he never introduced himself; he did not need to. Some- one was always ready with the great theme and once it was started he did not let the con- versation languish till everyone present had givRn his or her quota of hearsay or opinion to the general fund. He had teft the country road behind, and had ) entered upon the jumble of sheds, shops, and streets. which marked the beginnings of the town in this direction, when his quick and experienced eye fell on a woman standing with uncovered head in an open doorway, peering up the street in anxious expectation of someone not yet in sight. He liked the air and well kept appearance of the woman he appreciated the neatness of the house at her back. and gauged at its proper value the interest she dis- played in the expected arrival of one whom he hoped would delay that arrival long enough for him to get in the word which by this time dropped almost unconsciously from his lips. But a second survey of the woman's face convinced him that his ordinary loquacious- ness would not serve him here. There was a refinement in her aspect quite out of the kecp- with tile locality in which she lived, and he was hesitating how to proceed when fortune favoured him by driving against his knees a small lad on an ill-directed sled, bringing him almost on the ground, and upsetting th child, who began to scream vociferously. It was the woman's child, for she made in- stantly for the gate which for some reason, she found difSculty in opening. Sweetwater, seeing this. blessed his lucky stars. He was at his best with children, and catching the little fellow up. he soothed and fondled him. and finally brought him into such a merry air of triumph straight to his mother's arms, that confidence between them was immediately established and conversation started. He had an ingenious little invention in his pocket which he had exhibited all along the road as an indispensable article in every well-kept house. He wanted to show it to her, hut it was too cold a day for her to stop out- side. Wou)dD't she allow him to step in and allow him to explain how her work could be materially lessened and her labour turned to play by a contrivance so simple that a child could run it ? f It waa all so ridiculous in face of this woman's quiet intelligence that he laaghed at his own words, and his laughter, echoed by the child, and in another instant by the mother, made everything so pleasant for the moment that she insensibly drew back while he pulled open the gate, only remarking aa she led the way in I was looking for my husband. He may come any minute, and I'm afraid he won't care much about contrivances to save me work —that is. if they cost very much." Sweetwater, whose hand waa in his pocket, drew it out. You were watching for yoor husband ? Do you often stand in the open doorway, look- ing for him. If you do," he went on im- perturbably, but with a good-humoured smile. which deepened her favourable impression cf him, how much I would give if yon had been standing there last Tuesday night when a certain sleigh and horse went by on its way up the hill." She was a self-contained woman, this wiie of a master mechanic in one of the great shops hard by, put her jaw fell at this, and she forgot to chide or resist her child when he began to pull her towards the open kitchen door. Sweet; water, sensitive to the least change in the human face, prayed that her husband might be detained if only for nve minutes, while he, Sweetwater. worked this promising mine. You were looking out," he ventured. And you did see that horsf and sletgh. What luck It may save a man's life." Save r' she repeated, staggering back & few steps, and dragging the child with her. Save a man s life What do yon mean by that?" Not much if it was any sletgh and any horse, and at any hoar. Bnt if it was the horse and sleigh which left the Whispenmg: Pines at ten or half-past ten that night, then it may mean life and death to the man now in goal under the dreadful charge of murder." The woman stared at him blankly. Who are you ?" she said at length. Yon have not toid me your real business. No. madam, and I ask yoor pardon. I feared that my real business, if made known to you. might startle, perhaps frighten you. I am a detective on the look out for evidence in the case I have just mentioned. I have a. theory that the most important witness m the same drove by here at the boor and on the night I have named, I want to substantiate that theory. Can you help me ?" A sensitiveness to.and quick appreciatton of, the character of those he addressed was one of Sweetwater's most valuable attributes. No giossin? of the truth, howcverskilfully applied, would have served hnn with this woman so well as this simple statement, followed byna ,equally simple and direct inquiry. Scrutiny ising him over the child's head. she gayR but a casual glance at the badse he took pains to show her. then in as quiet and simple tones aa he had himself used, she made this reply I can help you. You make it my duty, and I have never shrunk from duty. A horse and sleigh did go by here on its way up the hul last Tuesday night at about eteven o clock. I remember the hour because I was expecting mv husband every minute tust as I am now. He had some extra work on hand tha.t night which he expected to detain him till eleven or a qnarter after. Supper was to be ready at a, quarter after. To surprise him I had beatcu up some hiwuits and I had just put them in the pan when I heard the clock strike the hour. Afraid that he would come before they were haked, I thrust the pan into the oven and ran to the front door to took out. It was snowing very hard. and the road looked white and empty, but I heard something coming from below, and presently a horse and sleigh came in sight which as it reached the gate drew up in a great hurry, as if something was the matter. Frightened, becaosc I'm always thinking of harm to my husband whose work is very daeroUR. I ran out bare-hf"adl'd to the gate, where 1. saw why the man in the slei$th was making me such wild gestures. His hat had blown oS and was lying close up against the fence in front of me. Anxious always to obUgc. I made haste to snatch at it and carry it out to its OWDE'J". I r.,ceived a sort of thank you. and would never have remembered the occurence if it had not been for that murder and if——" She paused doubtfully, ran her Sneers ner- vously over the child's head looked a.gain at Sweetwater waiting expectantly for her next word, and faltered painfully if I had not recognised the horse." Sweetwater drew a deep breath it waa such a happy climax. Then. as she showed no signs of saying more, asked aa quietly as his rapidly-beating heart permitted ;— Didn't you recognise the man?" Her answer was short, but quite as candid aa her expression. No. The snow was blinding, besides he wore a high coHar in which his head was sunk down almost out of sight." But the horse——" Waa one which is often driven by here. I had rather not tell you whose it is. I have not told anyone, not even my husband, about seeing it on the road that night. I couldn't somehow. But if it wiH save R, man's life a.nd make clear who kiiled that good woman, ask any one on the in what stable you can 'find a, grav horse with a lare black spot on his left shoulder, <Mid you wiH know as much about it as I do. Isn't that enough, sir! I must dish my dinner up before John comes in." Yes, yes it's almost enough. Just one question, madam. Was the hat what folks call a derby ? Like this one. madam.' he ex plained, drawing his own from behind his back. Yes. I th'nk so. As wctt as I can remember. it was like tha.t. I'm afraid I didn't do it any good by my handling. I had to clutch it quick and I'm sure I bent the brim, to say nothing of smearing it with How ?'' Sweetwater had started for the door. but stopped, all eagerness at this ]ast remark. ''lhad bn cutting out biscuits and my hands were white with nou' she explained simply. But that brushes off easity I don't suppose it mattered." No. no. he hastity assented. Then white he smiled and waved his hand to the iittle urchin who had been his means of introduction to this possibly invaluable witness, he made one nnal plea and tha.t was for her name. Eliza Simmons." was the straightforward reply and this ended the interview. CHAPTER XI. All things that we ordained festival. Turn from their onice to black funeral Our instrument? to melancholy baQis Our wedding cheer to a, sad burial feast' And all things change them to thf contrary. —" Romeo and Juliet." Fifteen minutes later hc.stoodinannely- wooded street before an open gateway guarded bv a policeman. Showing his badge, he passed in and entered a long and slightly curved drive-way. As he passed up this he took a glance at the house. It was not as pretentious as he expected, but infinitely more inviting. Low and rambling, covered with vines and nestling amid shrubbery, which even in winter gave it a, habitable air. it looked as much the abode of comfort as of luxury, and gave in outward appearance at least, no hint of the dark shadow which had so !ate!y fatten across it. The funeral of Miss Cumberland had been set for <hree o'clock that afternoon, and it was now half-past two. As Sweetwater reached the head of the driveway, he saw the first of a long 6tc' of carriages approaching up the street. Lucky that my business takes me tn the stable." thought he. What is the coachman's name ? I ought to remember it. Ah. Zadok Zadok Brown. There's a combination for you!" He had reached this point in his soliliquy (a bad habit of his. for it sometimes took audible expression) when he ran against an- other policeman set to gu!t1"d the side door. A moment's parley and he !eft this man behind, but not before he had noted this door and the wide and hospitable verandah which separ- ated it from the driveway. ? "I am milling to go all odds that I shall 6nd that verandah the most interesting part of the house," be remarked in qa:et conviction to himself, as he noted its nearness to the stable and the ease with which one could step from it into a vthicle passing down the driveway. It had another point of interest, or rather the wing bad to which it was attached. As his eye travelled back across this wing. in his lively walk towards the stable, he caught a passing glimpse of a nurse's face and figure in one of its upper windows. This located the sick chamber, and uncunsciously be hushed his steps and moved with the greatest caution, though he knew that this sickness was not on of the nerves and that the loudest sound would fail to reach ears lapsed in a blessed, if alarm- ing. unconsciousness. Once round the corner he resumed a more natural pace and perceiving that the stable door wasctosedbutthata windowwe)! up the garden side was open, he cast a look towards the kitchen window at his back and encountering no watchful eye, stepped up to the former and peered in. A man sat with his back to him polishing a bit of harness. This was probably Zadok, the coachmam. As his interest was less with him than with the stalls beyond, he let his eyes travel on in their direction when he sud- denly experienced a momentary confusion by observing the head and shoulders of Hexford leading towards him from an opposite window in much the same fashion, and certainly with exactly the same intent as himself. As their glances crossed, both flushed and both drew back, only to return again, each to his several peephole. Neither. meant to loose the advan- tage of the moment. Both had beard of the white horse, and wished to identify it—Hex- ford for his own satisfaction, Sweetwater as the nrst link of the chain leading him into the mysterious course mapped out for him by fate. That each was more or less under the sur- vciU&nce of the other did not occasion trouble to either of them. There were three stalls, and in each stall a horse stamped and ngetted. Only one held their attention. This was a mare on the extreme left, a large grey animal with a cur- ious black patch on its near shoulder. The faces of both men changed as they recognised this distinguishing mark, and instinctively their eyes met across the width of the open space separating them. Hexford's Cager rose '?t?*. ——i?) You'd better aaawer th&t quest ion. Where did this bit o! broken bottle come fM<n t" to his mouth, but Sweetwater needed no aach caction. He stood, silent as his own shadow vhile the coachman rubbed away with less and less purpose. till bis hands stood quite sti!! and his whole figure drooped in irres- istible despondency. As he raised his face, moved perhaps rby that eenae of a watchful preBence to which all of .us are more or lesa suaceptiMe, they were both surprised to see teaM on it. The next instant he had started to his feet, and the bit of harness had rattled from his hands to the noor. Who are you," he asked, with a t<ni<:h of anger, quite natural under the circumstances. can't you come in by the door and not creep sneaking up to take a man at disadvantage." As he spoke be dashed away the tears with which his cheeks were stil! wet. "I thought a heap of my young mistress," he added, in evident apology for this display of what such men call weakness I didn't know that it was in me to cry for anything, but I find that, I can cry for her." Hexford !eft his window, and Sweetwater slid from his. Next minute they met at the stable door. Had luck ?" whispered the local omcer. Enough to bring me here," acknowledged the other. Do you mean to this hooae or to this stable ?" To this stable." Have you heard that the horse was out thatnjght?" Yes-she was out." Who driving ?" Ah That's the question This man can't felt you." A jerk of Hexford's thumb in Zadok's direc. tion emphasised this statement. But Im going to talk to him for all that." He wasn't here that night; he was at a dance. He only knows that the mare was out." Bat I'm going to taH9 to him. May t come, too ? I'll not interrupt. I've just fifteen minutes to spare." You can do as you plasc. I've nothing to hide-from you, at any rate." Which wasn't quite true; but Sweety ater wasn't a stickler for truth, except in the state- ments he gave his superiora. Hexford threw open the stable door, and they both walked in. The coachman was not visible, but they could hear him moving about above, grumbling to himself in none too en- couraging a way. Evidently he was in no mood for visitors. I' be down in a minute," he called out, as their steps sounded on the hard wood neor. Hexford sauntered over to the stalls. Sweet- water stopped near the doorway and glanced very carefully about him. Nothing seemed to escape his eye. He even took the trouble to peer into a waste bin, and was just on the point of lifting down a bit of broken bottle from an open cupboard when Brown appeared on the staircase dressed in his Sunday coat and corrying a bunch of fresh hot-house roses. He stopped midway as Sweetwater turned towards him from the cupboard, )'ut immedi- ately resumed his descent and was ready with his reply when Hexford accosted him from the other end T)f the stable. An old beast, this. They don't drive her for her beauty, that's evident." She's fast and she's knowing," grumbled the coachman Reafton enough for over- looking her spots. Who's that man ?" he grunted.with a drop of his lantern jaws and a alight gesture towards the unknown inter- Another of us," replied Hexford.with a shrug. We're both rather interested in this horse." Wouldn't another time do ?" pleaded the coachman, looking gravely down at the flowers he held. It's most time for the funeral, and I don't feel like talking, indeed, I don't, gen- tlemen." We won't keep you." It was Sweetwater who spoke. The mare's company enough for me. She knows a lot. this mare. I can see it in her eye. I understand horses we'llhave a little chat, she and 1. when you are gone." Brown cast an uneasy glance at Hexford. He'd 1 etter not touch her," he cautionecll He don't know the beast well enough for that." He won't touch her." Hexford assured him She does look knowing, don't she ? Would like to tell us something, perhaps. Was out that night. I've heard you say. Curious How did you know it ?" I've said and said til! I'm tired." Brown answered with sudden heat." This is pester- ing a mnn at a very unfortunate time. Look the people are coming. I must go. My poor mistress and poor Miss Carmel I liked 'cm do ye understand ? L'ked 'cm— and I do feel* the trouble at the house, I do." His distress was so genuine that Hexford was inclined to let him go but Sweewater with a word held th<- coachman where he was. The old gal is telling me all about it." mut- tered this sly. adaptable fellow. He had sidled up to the mare and their heads were certainly very close together Not touch her ? See here Sweetwater had his arm round the mare's neck, and was looking straight into her neryand intelligent eye. "Sha.111 pass her storv on ? he asked, with a magnetic smile at the astonished coachman, which not only softened him, but seemed to give the watchful Hexford quite a new idea of this gauky inter- loper. You'll oblige me if you can put her know- ledge into words." the man Zadok declared. with one fascinated eye on the horac and the other on the house where he evidently felt that his presence was wanted. She was out that night. a.nd I know it, a.s any coachman would know who dosen't come home stone drunk. iBut where she was and who took her, get her I' j to tell if you can, for I don't know no morc'n t the dead." t The dead," flashed out Sv/ectwater, wheel- ing suddenly about and pointing straight through the open stable-door towards the house where the young mistress the old ser- vant mourned. lay in her funeral casket. Do you mean her ? the ladv who is about to be buried ? Could she tell if her lips were not sealed by a murderer's hand ? She The word came low and awesomely. Rude and uncultured as the man was, he seemed to be strangely affected by this unex- pected suggestion. 'I bavn't the wit to answer that,"said tie,. "How can we tell what she knew. The man who killed her is in gaol. He might talk to some purpose. NNhy don't you question him ? 16 For. very good reason," Sweet- water, with an easy good nature that was very reassuring. He was arrested on the spot so that it wasn't he who drove this marc home, unharnessed her, put her back in her stall, locked the stable door and hung up the key m its place in the kitchen. Somebody else did that." That's true enough, and what does it show ? That the mare was out on some other errand than the one which ended in blood and murder," was the coachman's unexpected retort. Is that so ? whispered Swcetwater into the mare's cocked ear. She's not quite ready to commit herself." he drawled, with another enigmatical smile at the lingering Zadok. She's keeping something back. Are you ? he pointedly inquired. leaving the stalls, and walking birskly up to Zadok. The coachman frowned and hastily retreated a step, but in another moment he leaped in a rage upon Sweetwater, when the sight of the sight of the Sowers he held, recalled him to himself, and he let his hand fall again with the quiet remark You're overstepping your dooty I don't know who you are or what you want with me, but you're overstepping your dooty." He's right." muttered Hexford; better let the fellow go See one of the maids is beckoning to him." He shall go and welcome if he will tell me where he gets his ta.ste for this special brand of whiskey." Sweetwater had crossed to the cupboard and taken down the lower half of the broken bottle which had attracted his notice on his first entrance, and was now holding it out with a quizzical look at the departing I; Hexford was at his shoulder with a spring, and together they inspected the label stiti sticking to it, and which was that of the very rare and expensive spirit found m issmg from the club-house vault. This is a nnd." muttered Hexford into his fellow detective's ear. Then wtth a autck move towards ZàdGk. he shouted out: You'd better answer that question. Where did this bit of broken bottle come from ? They don't give you whiskey like this to drink." That they don't," muttered the coachman, not so much abashed as they bad expected. And I wouldn't care for it if they did. I found that bit of bottle in the ash-barrel out< side and nshed it out to put vamish in. I' liked the shape." Broken this way ? Yes, it's just as good." Is it? Well, never mind. run along. We'll close the stable door for you." I'd rather do it myself and carry in the key." j Here then we're going to the funeral, too. You'd like to ? This latter in a whisper to Swewtwate). The answer was a fervent one. Nothing in all the world would please this protean-natured man quite so well. (To be continued.)

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