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He was a man of pleasant address
and his voice was soft and musical, while bis manner was somewhat re served. He had all the outward ap pearanee of a cultivated gentleman and his garments wore cut after the latest fashion. In stature he was, I should say, about five feet eleven inches and as # |)erfocl a specimen of well-developed manhood as I ever saw. But he had away of looking at the floor when conversing with one which I did not like. His eyes were small, black and shifty, and I did not like them. I should have given him a cool recep tion when he called, if he had not i l>een the boarerof a letter which pur ported to come from my old ami val ued friend, Captain Addison, with whom I had served in the navy, and 1 whom I hail not seen since the cioso of the civil war. though we frequently corresponded. The letter was writ ten from tho Captain's country home in Massachusetts ami iatroducel iu fulsome phrases bis personal and val- j in*d friend, Mr. Archibald Collyer, re questing me to show him courtesies and to use ray good ollices in bis be half iu a certain important mutter which had brought him to the quiet little village where I had lived since thk close of the rebellion. When I had finished reading the letter of my friend I requested Mr. Collyer to be seated (he had remained standing while I was reading the let ter), and I apologized to him for my bad manners in not asking him to lie seated before. He sat down on a so fa in the reception room and we en gaged in conversation on the subject I of which Captain Addison’s letter treated. He proved to be a fairly good conversationalist but as I have before staled he- never looked me 1 squarely in the eyes at any time dur ing the half hour or so that we talked together I did not like this about the man but I charitably reasoned that perhaps he hud not mingled much in the society of public men and that possibly he fell a little timid. I recalled my first visit to the White House at Washington iu 1868, when i I was presented to President Grant by i my friend, Senator Doolittle, and in coherent of speech and sheepish in i manner I appeared iu the presence of ( the great captain and the distin- i gnished company that 1 iyet there on i THE STATESMAN. DENVER, COLORADO. HOW HE FOILED THEM or “The Intuition of John Henry Scott” An Original Short Story l»y John Edward Bruce written specially for The Statesman. that occasion. Sol made allowance for my visitor who was or appeared to be awed by my presence. When be came to my house he car ried a hand baa:, one of those stout well made box shaped affairs, and when I invited him upstairs I politely intimated, that he might safely leave his bag and hat in the ball. As he did not act upon my suggestion I opined that he di d not understand me and so I did not repeat it. When we reached the library I mo tioned him to an ea«y chair, seating myself in a rocker. He sat down and placed the bag which be was holding j beside him and put his hat on top of it. lat once reached the conclusion that he was a country jay and there for- harmless and mentally resolred :to put him at his ease and to make it as agreeable for bun as I could, for the Captain’s sake 1 touched an electric button and in a few moments my colored butler. John Henry Scott, answered the cull and I ordered him jto bring us some segors and a bottle of line old Maderia which I had had for years and priced highly. When John returned with them I offered my guest some nine which he polite ly declined, saying "he never in dulged but-that be was very fond ota good segar” putting the emphasis on the word good. I passed him the l>ox aad some matches and told him to help himself, saying. 1 think Mr. Col lyer, you will Knit these particularly good. He took two of the segars and | cooly putting one of them into his vest pocket he cut the end of the oth er with his pen knife, struck a match | and lighted it. After a half dozeofor whiffs of the fragrant weed, he said: ‘ "Commodore, this is a verv excellent segar, sir, and I have to congratulate i you on your choice. It is not a do I mestie segar I discoved that after I lighted it. These segars are manu factured from the best tobacco that i grows I thanked him and told him that he spoke truly; that the brand he was smoking was made especially for mo by an old Cuban friend whom I met years ago while cruising with my ship in Cuba, to whom I had giv en a standing order for a thousand a year, “f know they were foreign made’ he said. “I hare smoked a great many like tbem’iu Madrid and Havana.” Then you have traveled, I remarked, with perhaps more surprise in my tone than was in keeping with g od taste. “O yes ”he replied lazi ly, "! have been all over South and Central America, Spain. Mexico, Bo livit and the Argentine Republic. I’ve spent ten years roving around the world, and I have come home to settle down and make some money. Were you traveling for pleasure or did you visit those countries with a view of engaging in some profitable business? I queried. "Both" was his laconic answer. JAnd you did not find anything suitable that is to say or. or. had you no encouragement in a business way, no inducement to re main and invest your capital? I should think you might have found some pretty good openings down that way. Mr. Col Iyer. Did you try min ing. stock raising or sugar growing— there is money in these. •‘Mope," said he looking intently at the floor. And then I gave up in disgust and de cided to let him tell me on his own volition, all about himself when he had thaned mil sufficiently. But that lime never came. It was now growing late, the clock hail just struck ten and I had forgot ten to ask my guest if he had supped before coming to me. I touched the button, and when John came ordered him to bring us some refreshments, Mr. Col Iyer said he was not hungry and if I was ordering for his benefit he could not eat as he had nevet got t>n into the habit of eating late at night for be was troubled with a bad case of indigestion. Seeing that he had no intention of going and that be seem d to be quite willing to sit with me all night, 1 rather delicately en quired if he had made any arrange ments for his lodging for the night. He laughingly replied, that he had not, assuming that Captain Addison | had intimated in his letter that he would expect me to give him lodging I for the night. I told him that every room in my house was in use. that I had no spare room except my library which had never been used as a sleeping Bjiart ment. Still rather than to have him go out at that hour in search of lodg ings (there was no hotel in the vil lage) I would be glad to offer him the use of the library for the night and would make it comfortable for him. He accepted the invitation eagerly and I had John, my butler, to bring some ted clothing and fix up the big old-fashioned leather covered sofa for my guest. I forgot to say that I kept my safe in the library and that on this particular night there was quite a sum of money in it, as I had on that day received the rents from a number of stores, offices and dwelling bouses which I owned in the village. It being past banking hours when the lest payments were made, I pu t the money in my safe and decided to drive into the city early the next morning and deposit She whole amount in the bank. In passing from the room I slopped in front of the safe turning mv back to it, 1 called Mr. Col Iyer’s attention to some triv ial matter and with my left hand locked it securely by giving the knob a quick turn, I was not sure that I had previously locked it. I then re tired, not to my own room however, but to that of my];faithful servant, John Henry, where we together held a lengthy conference lasting about three quarters of an hour and in which I learned that Mr. Collyer, though a stranger to me was no stranger to John Henry who had seen him a number of times within that mouth in company with another man near my I ouse, “but he didn’t wear the heavy black mustache which he now wears,” said John Henry. This statement alarmed me quite con siderably and I asked John Henry if he was certain that the man in my li brary is the same man he had seen with another man some weeks ago, “I am as certain Commodpre, as that I am speaking to you at this mament,” was his calm reply. “I neyer forget a face. There is something about this man's face that will not letjone forget it. Theie is something wrong about him, sir. I think you have made a mistake in letting him sleep in your library, and if he does not rob the house tonight it will be because you frustrate his plans." It then flashed upon me that possi bly I had done the wrong thing in ac ceptingthis man as my guest without even identitying the signature ot my friend, Captain Addison. There were a half dozen or more letters of his in my safe but they could not be gotten at now without arousing suspicion. John Henry’s words worried me greatly and decided me to use a little strategy to stop this “gentleman'’ if he was not what he claimed to be and the more I thought over the matter the more strongly was the conviction forced upon me that be was n gentle man crook. I told John Henry that I now believed he was a took and knowing his fertility of resource I asked him whit course be advised. Quick as flash he answered, “my ad vice, Commodore, is that we each arm ourselves take a coil of stout rope and lay in wait for this man's confederate who will certainly show up under the library window about midnight. Concluded in next issue.