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Kdiwirve (ireei\ IkisMoixs C. I) Rhodes COPYT2ICtFTT 1914- DODD,AAEAO <0? CHAPTER XVl—Continued. 1 He was pointing again, but In a very I different direction now. As her anx ■ ious eye sought the place he indicated, I tier face Bushed crimson with evanes- I cent joy. Just where the open ground I of the gully melted again into the for- I est, the figure of a man could be seen I moving very quickly. In another mo- I ment it had disappeared amid the I foliage. "Straight for the station,” an- I nounced Mr. Sloan; and, taking out I his watch, added quickly; “the train lis not due for 15 minutes. He’ll catch I It” “The train south?” , "Yes, and the train north. They I pass here.” Mr. Black turned a startled eye I upon the guide. But Reuther’s face was still alight She felt very happy. Their journey had not been for naught. He would have six hours’ start of his pursuers; he would be that much sooner in Shelby; he would hear the accusation against him and refute it before she saw him again. But Mr. Black's thoughts were less pleasing than hers. He had never had more than a passing hope of Oliver’s innocence, and now he had none at all. The young man had fled, not in response to his father’s telegram, but under the impulse of his own fears. They would not find him in Shelby when they returned. They might never find him anywhere again. A pretty story to carry back to the judge. As he dwelt upon this thought his reflections grew more and more gloomy, and he had little to say till he reached the turn where the two men still awaited them. In the encounter w,hich followed no attempt was made by” either party to disguise the nature of the business which thus had brought them to gether. The man whom Mr. Black took to be a Shelby detective nodded as they met and remarked, with a quick glance at Reuther: “So you’ve come without him! I’m sorry for that. I was in hopes that I might be spared the long ride up the mountain.” Mr. Black limited his answer to one of. his sour Bmiles. “Whose horse is this?” came in per emptory demand from the other man, with a nod toward the animal which could now be seen idly grazing by the wayside. “And how came it on the road alone?” “We can only give you these facts,” rejoined the lawyer. “It came from Tempest lodge. It started out ahead of us with the gentleman we had gone to visit on its back. We did not pass the gentleman on the road, and if he has not passed you he must have left the road somewhere on foot. He did not go back to the lodge.” “Mr. Black —” “I am telling you the absolute truth. Make what you will of it. His father desires him home, and sent a mes sage. This message this young lady undertook to deliver, and she did de liver it, with the consequences I have mentioned. If you doubt me take your ride. It is not an easy one, and the only man remaining at the lodge Is deaf as a post.” “Mr. Black has told the whole story,” averred the guide. They looked at Reuther. “I have nothing to add,” said she. T have been terrified lest the gentle man you wish to see was thrown from the horse’s back over the precipice. But perhaps he found some way of getting down on foot. He is a very 3trong and daring man.” “The tree!” ejaculated the detec tive’s companion. He was from a neighboring locality and remembered this one natural ladder up the side of the gully. “Yes, the tree,” acknowledged Mr. Sloan. "That, or a fall. Let us hope tt was not a fall.” As he ceased a long screech from an approaching locomotive woke up the echoes of the forest. It was answered by another from the opposite direction. Both trains were on time. The relief felt by Reuther could not be con .cealed. The detective noticed it "I’m wasting time here,” said he. “Excuse me, Mr. Black, if I push on ahead of you. If we don't meet at the station, we shall meet in Shelby.” Mr. Black’s mouth twisted grimly. He had no doubt of the latter fact. Next minute they were all cantering in the one direction, the detective very L much in the advance. "Let me go with you to the station,” ehtreated Reuther, as Mr. Black held up his arms to lift her from her horse at the door of the hotel. But his refusal was peremptory. “I’ll be back in just five minutes," said he. And without waiting for a second Pleading look, he lifted her gently off and carried her in. When he returned, as he did in the time specified, he had but one word for her. “Gone,” said he. “Thank God!” she murmured with a smile Not having a smile to add to hers, the lawyer withdrew. Oliver was gone—but gone north CHAPTER XVII. The Curtain Lifted. It was dark when Mr. Black came into Shelby, and darker still when he rang the bell of Judge Ostrander’s house. But it was not late, and his agitation had but few minutes in which to grow, before the gate swung wide and he felt her hand in his. She was expecting him. There was no necessity for preliminaries, and he could ask at once for the judge and whether he was strong enough to bear disappointment. Deborah’s answer was disconcerting. "I’ve not seen him. He admits no body. When I enter the library, he re treats to his bedroom. I have not even been allowed to hand him his letters. I put them on his tray when I carry in his meals.” "I am afraid he never will hear from Oliver. The boy gave us the slip in the most remarkable manner. I will tell you when we get Inside.” When she had heard him through, she looked about the room they were in, with a lingering, abstracted gaze he hardly understood till he saw it fall with an indescribable aspect of sorrow upon a picture which had late ly been found and rehung upon the wall. It was a portrait of Oliver’s mother. “I am disappointed," she murmured in bitter reflection to herself. “I did not expect Oliver to clear himself, but I did expect him to face his accusers if only for his father's sake. What am I to say now to the Judge?” “Nothing tonight. In the morning we will talk the whole subject over. I must first explain myself to An drews, and. If possible, learn his in tentions; then I shall know better what to advise.” “Did the oflicer you met on your return from Tempest lodge follow you to Shelby?” “I have not seen him.” “That is bad. He followed Oliver." “It wa to be expected." “Oliver is in Canada?" “Undoubtedly." “Which means—” “Delay, then extradition. It's that fellow Flannagan who has brought this upon us. The wretch knows something which forbids us to hope.” “Alas, yes.” And a silence followed, during which such entire stillness rested upon the house that a similar thought rose in both minds. Could It be that under this same roof, and only separated from them by a partition, there brooded another human being helplessly awaiting a message which would never come, and listening, but how vainly, for the step and voice for which he hungered, though they were the prelude to further shame and the signal for coming punishment. So strong was this thought In both their minds, that the shadow deep ened upon both faces, as though a presence had passed between them; and when Mr. Black rose, as he very soon did. it was with an evident dread of leaving her alone with this thought. They were lingering yet in the hall, the good night faltering on their lips, when suddenly their eyes flashed to gether in mutual question, and Deb orah bent her ear toward the street An automobile was slowing up— stopping—stopping before the gates! Deborah turned and looked at Mr. Black. Then the bell rang. Never had It sounded so shrill and penetrat ing. Never had it rung quite such a summons through this desolate house. Recoiling, she made a motion of en treaty. “Go,” she whispered. “Open! I cannot.” Quickly he obeyed. She heard him pass out and down the walk, and through the first gate. Then there came a silence, followed by the open ing of the second gate. Then, a sound like smothered greetings, followed by quickly advancing steps and a voice she knew; “How is my father? Is he well? I cannot enter till I know.” It was Oliver! —come from some dis tant station, or from some other line which he had believed unwatched. Tumultuous as her thoughts were, she dared not indulge in them for a mo ment, or give way to gratitude or any other emotion. There were words to be said —words which must be uttered on the instant and with as much im periousness as his own. Throwing the door wide, she called down the steps; “Yes, he is well. Come in, Mr. Os trander, and you, too, Mr. Black. Instructions have been given me by the judge, which I must deliver at once. He expects you, Oliver," she went on, as the two men stepped in “He bade me say to you immediately upon your entrance that much as he would like to be on hand to greet you, he cannot see' you tonight. For to night at leasf./and up to a certain hour tomorrow' you are to keep your own counsel/' When certain persons whose names- he has given me can be gotten together in this house, he will Join you, giving you your first meeting in the presence of others. Afterwards he yfill see you alone. If these plans digress you—lf vou And the delav THE CITIZEN, FREDERICK. MD, hard, I am to say that it is even harder for him that it can be for you. But circumstances compel him to act thus, and he expects you to understand and be patient." , Young Ostrander bowed. "I have no doubt of the facts,” he as sured her, with an unsuccessful effort to keep his trouble out of his voice. “But as my father allows me some explanation, I shall be very glad to hear what has happened here to occa sion my imperative recall.” Mr. Black glanced at Deborah, who was slipping away. When they found themselves alone together, Oliver’s manner altered. “One moment,” said he, before Mr. Black could speak. “I should like to ask you first of all, if Miss Scoville Is better. When I left you both so sud denly at Tempest Lodge, she was not well. I—” “She is quite recovered. Mr. Os trander.” Involuntarily their glances met in a question which perhaps neither desired to have answered. Then Oliver re marked quite simply: “My haste seemed warranted by my father’s message. Five minutes —one minute even is of great importance when you have but fifteen In which to catch a train.” “And by such a route!” “You know my route.” A short laugh escaped him. “I feared delay—pos sibly the interference—but why dis cuss these unimportant matters! But your reason for these hasty summons —that is what 1 am ready now to hear.” And he sat down, but in such away as to throw' his face very much into the shadow. This was a welcome circumstance to the lawyer. His task promised to be hard enough at the best. Black night had not offered too dark a screen between him and the man thus sudden ly called upon to face suspicions the very shadow of which is enough to de stroy a life. The hardy lawyer shrunk from uttering the words which would make the gulf imaginatively opening between them a real, if not impassable one. Something about the young man appealed to him —something apart from his relationship to the judge— something inherent in himself. Per haps it was the misery he betrayed. Perhaps it was the memory of Reu ther’s faith in him and how that faith must suffer when she saw him next. Instantaneous reflections, but epoch making in a mind like his. Alanson Black had never hesitated before in I ri j He Was Poir.ting Again but In a Dif ferent Direction Now. the face of any duty, and it robbed him of confidence. But he gave no proof of this in voice or manner, as pacing the floor in alternate approach and retreat, he finally addressed the motionless figure he could no longer ignore. “You want to know what has hap pened here? If you mean lately, I shall have to explain that anything which has lately occurred to distress your father or make your presence here desirable has its birth in events which date back to days when this was your home and the bond between yourself and father the usual and nat ural one.” Silence in that shadowy corner! But this the speaker had expected, and must have exacted even if Oliver had shown the least intention of speaking. “A man was killed here in the old days—pardon me if 1 am too abrupt— and another man was executed for this crime You were a boy—but you must remember.” He paused. One must breathe be tween the blows he inflicts, even if one is a lawyer. “That was twelve years ago. Not so long a time as has elapsed since you met a waif of the streets and chastised him for some petty annoy ance. But both events, the great and the little, have been well remembered here in Shelby; and when Mrs Sco ville came amongst us a month or so ago, with her late but substantial proofs of her husband’s innocence in the matter of Etheridge's death, there came to her aid a man, who not only remembered the beating he had re ceived as a child, but certain facts which led him to denounce by name, the party destined to bear at this late day the onus of the crime heretofore ascribed to Scoville. That name he wrote on bri>.i;eE pnd walls: end one day, when your father left the court house a mnh followed hjm. shnntlne loud words which I will not repeat, but which you must understand were such as must be met and answered when the man so assailed is Judge Ostran der. Have I said enough? If so, raise your hand and I will desist for to night.” But no movement took place in the shadow cast by Oliver's figure on the wall before which Mr. Black had paused, and presently a voice was heard from where he sat, saying: “You are too merciful. I do not want generalities but the naked truth. What did the men shout?” “You have asked for a fact, and that I feel free to give you. They shouted. ‘Where is Oliver, your guilty son. Oli ver? You saved him at a poor man’s expense, but we’ll have him yet.’ You asked me for the words, Mr. Ostran der.” “Yes.” The pause was long, but the “Yes” came at last. Then another si lence, and then this peremptory de mand: “But we cannot stop here, Mr. Black. If I am to meet my father’s wishes tomorrow, I must know the ground upon which I stand. What evi dence lies back of these shouts? If you are my friend —and you have shown yourself to be such —you will tell me the whole story. I shall say nothing more.” Mr. Black was not walking now; he was standing stock-still and in the shadow also. And with this space and the double shadow between them. Alan son Black told Oliver Ostrander why the people had shouted: “We will have him yet.” When he had quite finished, he came into the light. When he had quite finished he came into the light. He did not look in the direction he had avoided from the first, but his voice had a different note as he remarked: “I am your father's friend, and I have promised to be yours. You may expect me here in the morning, as I am one of the few persons your father has asked to be present at your first interview. If after this interview you wish anything more from me you have only to signify It. I am blunt, but not unfeeling, Mr. Ostrander.” A slight lift of the hand, visible now in the shadow, and with a silent bow he left the room. In the passage-way he met Deborah. “Leave him to himself,” said he. “Later, perhaps, you can do something for him.” But she found this quite impossible. Oliver would neither eat nor sleep. When the early morning light came, he was sitting there still. * * ■* * * • Ten o’clock! and one of the five listed to be present had arrived —the rector of the church which the Os tranders had formerly attended. He was ushered into the parlor by Deborah, where he found himself re ceived not by the judge in whose name he had been invited, but by Mr. Black, the lawyer, who tendered him a simple good morning and pointed out a chair. There was another person in the room —a young man who stood in one of the windows, gazing abstractedly out at the line of gloomy fence rising between him and the street. He had not turned at the rector’s approach, and the latter had failed to recognize hjm. (TO BE CONTINUED.) ANCIENT MONEY MUCH PRIZED Believed to Be Currency Used by Tribes Before the Era of the Roman Empire. Peasants plowing a field in the com mune of Castelfranco dell' Emilia, in Italy, in the year 1897 turned up a big Umbrian vase full of aes-signatum. which is ancient money marked with a sign, supposedly that of a tribe. There were in all 96 pieces, all covered with the characteristic patina of bronze that has been buried for ages. The aes-signatum of the early Ro mans is not very rare, but only one other find of this far more ancient money has been made. This was at Fiesole, near Florence, but unfortu nately the finders had no idea of its value or rarity and all of it was melted down for a bronze founder except one single specimen. There is not one specimen in the British museum and very few other museums have any. How old this money is we can only guess. The best authorities say it is pre-Roman, probably the money of the Italic tribes that, if not aboriginal, in habited southern Europe about 1,000 B. C. There has been much contro versy over this money, and there are a few archeologists who even deny that it was real money. Each piece is of solid bronze and bears on its surface a figure which is supposed to be the sign of the tribe to which it belonged. The Mines of Spain. More than one-third of the quick silver produced in the world last year came from the mines of Spain. Those mines were worked centuries before Christ, and they seem good for cen turies more. Other quicksilver sup plies are discovered, exploited for a time, and exhausted, but no bottom has been found to the veins of Spanish cinnabar. Many high authorities bold that other mineral resources of Spain are quite as splendid in proportion as her su premacy in the production of mercury Spanish iron ore is sometimes shipped to the United States, yet the mines are Bald to be worked in very clumsy, ineffective fashion. It is even claimed that the coal supplies of the peninsu la are superior to those of any other part of the continent, but these, again, are managed in a careless, indolent, unscientific manner. ALONG SIMPLE LINES NEWEST GOWNS DEVOID OF COM PLICATED DRAPERY. Picot Edge Much Used Instead of a Hem—Jet Retains Its Popularity —Organdie Embroidered in Colors a Feature. Simplicity in line is a strong fea ture, and it shows the straight path along which the winds are blowing. There is no complicated drapery or ornamentation. Naturally, the French designer uses more skill in the ma nipulation of material and effects are usually simpler than the methods when the American sewing woman goes to copy them. One of the well-known Fifth ave nue importing houses in New York said that it was no easy matter to rush out new gowns these days. The trick they turned in other times of taking an order for a frock on Satur day afternoon and delivering it on Wednesday morning was too difficult to contemplate now. The fashion for putting a picot edge everywhere has gained in im portance, and when there are yards and yards of it on one frock time must be allowed for such work. And yet this trick of putting the tiny pointed edge instead of a hem con tributes to the Deeming simplicity of a frock. Jet is used in quantities, as every one expected. Jenny likes it well and puts it under tulle more than she does over it. There is a strong feel ing for the styles of 1840 and 1870, both of which call for quantities of Most Economical of Any Blouse Is Chiffon, Which May Be Combined With the Most Tailored of Street Suits, or Used to Lend a Festive Tone to Fancy Costumes —This Blouse Is Trimmed With Black Dots Embroidered on White Chiffon, and Red Embroidery. lace and artificial flowers. Often the latter is used under the former or to loop it up into the festoons which the empress of France liked. That 1840 pointed basque, with its straight decolletage, also copied by Eugenie to show her lovely neck and shoulders, is used by Caillot as well as by other houses. There is also the medieval decollet age, which is cut in a straight line across the collar bone and which is distressingly ugly. Cheruit and some of her followers almost discard the deep decollete line and bring the frocks well up on the chest. The square front with the high back is smart. Although the high collar Is reck oned as a first fashion, the best houses sent over the neck which is opened in a V in front, outlined by a FROCKS OF COLORED LINEN Charming Model* Are Being Shown, Made Up in Variety of Styles That Seems Endless. Linen frocks of more or less sever ity are made up in the very soft linen and in lovely colors. Very frequently the linen is used only for a skirt and an overblouse of some kind, while the long-sleeved underbody is of finest cotton voile or sheerest white linen. Russian blouse lines reappear insist ently In these overblouses and in silk frock blouses, too. There are many little plaited over blouses belted a trifle high, with very short frill peplums. among the twixt season models in crepe and soft silks and a popular little frock of this type is rose crepe. Its overblouse and skirt are entirely plaited in narrow box plaits, except where the fullness of the skirt is shirred in a hip yoke, to develop into box plaits below. The long' sleeves are of rose chiffon and the chemisette and high flaring collar frill of fine cream lace with a bow of smoke gray velvet to match the nar row riband girdle of gray velvet. Voluminous Veils. One of the new veils of the volu minous sort, has a small embroi dered flower in bright color placed so that it will come over one cheek. An other big veil is unusually volumi nous, and is a big, irregular circle with n circumference of almost three yards. It is thrown over the hat so that the center of the veil and the center of the hat coincide, and the wide edges hang unevenly down over the arms ud back sad chest. handkerchief collar in a soft mate rial Organdie embroidered in colors i® a feature of many gowns. It often extends from the neck to the waist, forming a vest, a double collar, and also a pair of turn-over cuffs. (Copyright, 191.*, by the McClure Newspa per Syndicate.) WORKING IN FANCY LEATHER Innumerable Pretty Designs for House Decorations May Be Easily and Quickly Made. The woman who is skilled in needle work or handicraft of any sort will need no preliminary training for mak ing small pieces of leather work suit able for house decoration. First of all take a stationery folder, for instance. It may be made any desired size, though each end should 1 be made to fold inwardly to touch the center line to make the top cover. A good grade of soft black morocco leather, with black satin lining, would be a good combination, and the edges conld be stitched with black silk thread or else bound with leather glued in place. Corner pieces should also be cut and glued iuto place. These can be fanci fully cut with an eyelet punch, and w ith the assistance of a pair of mani cure scissors many artistic designs can be produced. For the holder use a piece of leather of any desired color, say fifteen by thirty inches square. Fold the ends toward the center and crease along the folded edges, after which fit the pasteboard to what will be the bottom of the folder. Make the lining, but before attach ing it stitch two satin pockets on each end, which will be folded under with the overlapped corners. Bind the edges in any preferred style. If a monogram is desired cut the initials with a small eyelet punch and place satin back of it. This should be shown on one of the overlapped pieces. If you care to furnish the folder with writing equipment fill the pock ets with stationery and add a black penholder and lead pencil. WHAT FASHION HAS CHANGED Silhouette of Skirt Most Noticeable— Modification of Clinging Draperies Is Most Apparent. The most radical change is in the sil houette of the skirt. From the narrow clinging skirt of last year to the wide flaring, circular model of today is a long step, both figuratively and literal ly. The change, nevertheless, is not so difficult as it may appear at first sight. For example, the long tunic skirt can be charmingly disguised and renovated by the addition of a wide band of embroidery or of goods of some contrasting color at the hem. This band will give tunics the neces sary length and flare of the new skirts. The draped skirt often has in it ma terial enough to be entirely recut, or it may be lengthened from the waist by the addition of a new, wide girdle or yoke attached to the fullest part. For the most scant and clinging of last year’s skirts only one renovation is possible, but it is a charming one. Using the skirt as a foundation, build on this a series of ruffles or flounces, or veil it with a frill, flaring overskirt. Dark Blue Patent Leather. Leaping from philosophy to detail, there was never such a fashion for patent leather as now. It has been brought out in dark blue, an absolute innovation. Belts, collar and cuffs, hems to street suits, pockets and many other accessories are fashioned of it. Khaki colored serge and gabardine are in favor, more so than the khaki itself. Short jackets that have huge pockets above and below the belt, fas tened over with a pointed flap and a brass button, are made by all the tailors. And as for military buttons, there is no end of insignia on them, though, of course, the proper one, used by the allied armies, is not permitted. PICOT WITH RIBBON VELVET < MB- ’ dm CX \J One of the New Shapes With a High Point of the Straw Forming Part of the Trimming—From This Mounts a Great Bow of the Ribbon Velvet. Velvet for Little Girls. Girls from twelve to fifteen are fol lowing the example of their elders for afternoon in the wearing of velvet frocks. These usually have over blouses or long-walsted effects with the top skirt of velvet and the short underskirt of satin or plaited chif fon. A collar of real lace and a satin belt or sash completes a very smart little costume which can be worn without a coat as warmer weather ap proaches.