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CHAPTER IV.THE half pay officer was a thick

set. youngish man, with a

smooth, sly, yellow face andhair like spun steel. He walk¬

ed with a chronic limp nnd a stout

gold headed cane and was seldomwithout the genial, flattering smile

that bad tempted Tom Erichsen andother young flies before him into a par¬lor from which no pocket returned In¬

tact."Come, now, my good fellow," said

his normal voice, "what tbe deuce isall this? You have treated me verycavalierly and I you very obligingly, I

think, for the elder man. What is it

you want, MY."."My £35.""Your £35? Yours? Look here, I

be^'iu to remember you. Your name isEric.Eric something or other. And Iwas fool enough to play with you,Eric. I remember that too. You were

going off to the Cape or somewhere.You begin to take shape In my mind.But £35! I recall nothing of the kind.My Impression was that we settled upund parted friends.""You settled with a check not worth

the paper it was written on. Yourname was unknown at the bank! Itwas a check for £35.""I should like to see it. At least, you

won't mind telling me whether it wasdrawn on Stuckey's bank?""It was.""Exactly!" cried the captain. "It's as

plain as a pikestaff now. My dearyoung fellow, I apologize from thovery bottom of my heart, for it hasbeen my mistake after all. What do

you think I did? Wrote out my checkIn Dick Vale's check book. You recol¬lect Dick Vale? He banks at Stuckey's.Ton my soul, I'm sorry. Here's myhand!"

"I prefer your money.""Well, you shall see lt tomorrow. I

don't carry £35 about in my eveningclothes.""Then suppose we turn back to your

rooms and you pay me there and now!""And where are my rooms, pray?""In the village of West End."Blaydes swore a puzzled oath and

thumped his cane upon the ground."You know a lot!" he snarled."I know where you're going, and I'm

coming too. I don't lose sight of youtonight."And they stepped out with no more

words, though Blaydes ground histeeth and gripped his cane and triedhis best to drop a foot or two behind.But Tom's eye was on him. So hestopped at a stile, whereupon Tomstopped, too, and as they stood therepassed a laborer, who stared and wish¬ed them good night."See here, Erichsen," exclaimed the

captain, "I object to discussing privatematters on a turnpike road. Here's a

path that's a short cut back into town.Suppose I come a part of the way withyou and talk tbis thing over withoutfear of being heard. What do yousay?""As you like. Your way ls mine."Blaydes shrugged bis broad shoul¬

ders, tucked his cane nuder one arm

and laboriously crossed the stile. Tomthen followed him into a sloping field,with a beaten right of way runninguphill through the dewy grass. Theyclimbed this path with the young moonin their eyes, but not a word upon theirlips, and Tom's thick stick graspedtight by the knob. The ascent broughtthem to a second hedge, backed by a

row of horse chestnuts all hazy withtiny leaves, and to a hollow beech be¬side the second stile. Here the captaindropped his cane in the grass and,limping pitiably, begged the other topick lt up. But Tom merely shifted itwith his foot, keeping a strange eye on

Blaydes as he did so. The cane in thegrass had no gold knob, and the cap¬tain's right band was tucked inside hiscloak."Very prettily planned," said Tom,

with a sneer, "but I should like to see

the rest of that sword stick!"The other laughed."I only drew it In case of need. You

are such a violent young blood! Ah,you will have it, will you? There, then.and there.and there!"The yard of thin, tempered steel had

been casually produced, and Tom hadInstantly struck at lt with his stick.Next moment the point was within an

inch of his body, but Tom retreatednimbly, hitting high up the blade withall his might. It snapped at the thirdblow, whizzed In the air and came

*own sticking in the grass. Only thtgold head and three inches of bladewere left in the captain's tinglinghand."Chuck it away," said Tom, "and I

drop my stick. That's better. Nowabout that money. You didn't bringme up here to run me through thcbody, of course! What was your ob¬ject?""To settle with you.fairly," said

Blaydes, with a lurch In his low voice."I ara overdue elsewhere, as you havefound out.the Lord knows how! IiI had the money on me, it should beyours this minute. As I haven't it 1propose this compromise.wait till to¬morrow and I'll make it fifty and giveyou an I. O. U. on the spot!""No, no, Blaydes. Once bit.once

bit! Very sorry, but it can't be done.'Blaydes muttered an oath as he tooi

out his watch, pressed the spring, andIt struck JO and then the three-quarters, like fairy bells. He did not pulthe watch away again, but stood wittit in his hands and presently detachedthe chain from his waistcoat. He hadalready turned his face to the moon,

and he now glanced over his shouldeiand beckoned to Tom."Just have a look at this," he said.

"No; take it in your hands and exam¬

ine it properly."The watch was a repeater of a type

even then old fashioned. It was very

Tom retreated \lmbly, hitting high upthe blade . th all his might.

handsome and h ivy and fat, with a

yellow dial and i back like a goldensaucer. Tom tan. d it over, and themoon shone on ti.; captain's mono¬

gram."Well, but what Live I got to do

with this?""Pawn it!""Pawn your watch?""And send me the ticket und never

pester me again! It won't be the firsttime it's been in. I've had £40 for itbefore today and never less than thirty.You may get what you can. All Iwant is tho pawn ticket and your un¬

dertaking to leave me alone from thisday on!""Leave you alone! I shall get a

berth of some sort aboard an India¬man that sails on Monday. Do youmean it. Blaydes? Do you mean whatyou say?""Mean it? Of course I mean it! Put

the watch in your pocket and give me

a pencil.""And the chain?""And the chain."It was made of long gold links and

short silver ones, with a huge bunchof seals at one end. Tom pocketed thelot without compunction and then pro¬duced his stump of lead pencil."Here you are.""Got any paper?""Not a scrap.""Well, well, then we must make this

do." And Blaydes produced a smallsheaf of blue paper tied with pinktape, leaned upon the stile and, with¬out untying the tape, wrote for a littleon the outside sheet, moistening the'pencil with his tongue."Sign thal," said he and handed the

packet to Toni, who held it to the lightand read as follows:Received from J. Montgomery Blaydes,

late captain Coldstream guards, his watchand chain, etc., in settlement of allclaims, and In consideration of which Iundertake to return pawn ticket for same

to said J. M. Blaydes, Ivy cottage, WestEnd, within three days from this date.Signed. -, April 27, 1837.

Tom read this terse deed twicethrough, looked again at the watchand chain, weighed them in his hand,took a third look at the paper and sign¬ed his name in the blank space with¬out a word."Good!" said Blaydes, pocketing the

roll. "Now I think you'll have no ob¬jection to giving me back that worth¬less check. Come, perhaps it wasn'tsuch a pure accident, after all, but Iwas cursedly hard up at the time.And I honestly regret it.I do, indeed!"

Still without a word, Tom handedhim the check, whereupon Blaydestwisted it up. struck a lucifer and ig¬nited the paper at one end, and as itburned he picked off and powdered thecharred bits between finger andthumb, while the yellow flame madehis smooth face yellower than ever.

They parted, Tom going his way alone.

Tom pushed on with a light step anda swimming brain. Tbe sudden changeIn his poor little fortunes seemed toogood to be true. Thirty-five pounds is

[ not a mint of money, but to ErichsenI lt was something like one; at least ltwas his all, for he had no right toanother penny in the world. The sum

represented his full capital as well aa

his last chance In life. And he had itsafe in his pocket in the shape ofBlaydes' watch and chain.The moon was hidden now. Tom

had difficulty in seeing and followingthe beaten path and was unduly star¬tled by a fellow waif, who suddenlystood before him in the darkness."Got the time about yer, guv'nor?"

said a high, hoarse voice."No, I.I don't possess a watch,"

stammered Tom, taken as much abackby the question as by the questioner.And he grasped the repeater in one

jocket and doubled the other fist."Ha, I see you don't," rejoined the

»ther as the moon shone forth at thatmoment. "No 'arm done, I 'ope. Wecan't all be real swells, can we?"And Tom was left shuddering from

a single moonlight glimpse of a hor¬rible face horribly disfigured. Diseasehad razed the nose to the level of thestubby, shrunken cheeks; the veryeyes were more prominent, but wolf-Lob, unsteady, and little better to see.

His plans for the night were as yetunmade. Tom looked about him andespied a promising thicket not thirtypaces from the path. And here, beingtired out, he did actually lie down,after first kneeling, as he had notkuelt for months, and jthanking theMaker of all good things for havingmade the world so kind and his love so

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*ymJ^J^^'ftL^r*mm*!mm£.But he1 never quite fall Asleep. He

was near it when a sound of slipshodTeet, running downhill through thegrass, passed close by tbe thicket andloft him wide awake and wondering.It was hopeless after that. And 2o'clock struck upon his ears with thesound of his own footsteps trudgingdown Haverstock hill to no immediategoal.Yet still the world was kind. A wag¬

on came creaking at his heels, slowlyoverhauling him and unexpectedlystopping when lt did so. It was greenmountains high with country vege¬tables smelling notably in the cleannight air, and with this sweet whiffof home and the past there came a

hearty, elderly voice evidently hailingTom."Now, then, young man, If you want

a lift, joomp oop!"Tom was not sure what he wanted,

but his feet were sore, the voice likedhim, and up he jumped. And betweendarkness and dawn.the quiet foot ofthe sleeping hill and the half awaken¬ed but already noisy purlieus of Tot¬tenham Court road.the lucky, attrac¬tive fellow made another friend.The wagoner was a red faced, red

whiskered, freckle handed fellow, witha genial, broad, communicative tongue.Jonathan Butterfield was his name,

and he was a Yorkshireman only re¬

cently come south, as he said, with a

sigh which left him silent. Whereup¬on Tom became communicative In histurn and remarked that he, too, medi¬tated a move.to India."There's the good ship Joan advertis¬

ed to sail on Monday, and I'm on my

way to the office to see if they've a

bunk left If there isn't I shall go on

to the docks and try my luck on theship herself. I might work my pas¬sage out. If not I'll stow away.""You're that anxious to leave old

England!""I am anxious to make my way.""Ah, well!" sighed the wagoner.

"I've got a lad o' my own as far awayas you are going. He writes us cannyletters, but dear knows what we'dgive to see him back?*But there was no end to the good

will of the Yorkshireman, who not on¬

ly insisted on paying for hot coffee atan early stall, but flatly refused to goabout his business until Tom promisedto accompany him to breakfast at itsconclusion.Tom's heart rose steadily with the

sun and was sluging with brave re¬

solve when at length the wagoner re¬

turned."I doubt I've been a long time," said

Butterfield. "It be very near 6o'clock.""Ten past" said Tom, whipping out

the golden nucleus of his future for¬tunes, which he had even then been

bugging In his pocket.Tom tried to back out of the break¬

fast, but It failed. He tried again as

they drove past Fetter lane.he could

pay his way in Rolls buildings now.

but this time the wagoner whipped uphis horse and refused to listen."No, no," said he; "a promise Is a

promise, and I warrant they'll be

proud to see you."'You mean your wife and family?"

said Tom."Nay," said Butterfield, "I doubt

you'll not see them there.""Not nt your house?" cried Tom."It isn't mine," confessed the other.

"It's my wife's brother's. He drives a

hackney coach, and I use his stableevery other morning. Me an' my mis¬sus live out at Hendon, and I come Inthree nights a week.""But you mustn't saddle these peo¬

ple with me. Let me get down atonce.""Mustn't I?" chuckled the wagoner.

"I'll take the blame, then. We're verynear there, and dashed If that Isn'tJim on his way home to breakfastJim! Jim!"And a hackney coach, crawling lei¬

surely along In front, was pulled upas the coachman turned round and rec¬

ognized Butterfield."Well, Jonathan, how are you?""How's yourself; Jim? Early and

late, as usual, eh? This ls a younggent who bas ridden in with me. He'swaiting till t' offices open, and Ithought you'd give us both a bit ofbreakfast.""Always glad to oblige a gen'leman,"

said the coachman, looking bard, butnodding genially at Tom. Nor wouldhe either listen to a single protest or

apology from the youth, who foundhimself nt breakfast scarce ten min¬utes later In a cozy kitchen close toBlackfriars bridge.The hackney coachman was a burly

old soldier, a Jolly ruffian, with a goodbrown eye. Ills wife was small andspruce, watchful and quiet, and per¬haps Tom liked her less. She was kindenough, however; indeed, the sympa¬thetic Interest shown by all in an un¬

known vagabond was a circumstancethat touched Tom deeply, though of a

piece with all his most recent expe¬riences and but another proof of theworld's kindness.The old soldier had served bi India

himself. He was full of practical ad¬vice for Tom, who listened gratefully,but yawned twice, when it came outbe had not slept for some thirty hours.Instantly the household was on itsfeet It appeared that Jonathan But¬terfield had a snooze there each morn¬

ing after his night journey with thevegetables, and Tom must and shouldHe down beside bim.Tom consented.for an hour.and fell

asleep wondering where he had seenthe good Jim before. When he awoke,the wagoner was gone and the lightdifferent. He went downstairs in hissocks and asked Jim's wife the time."Time?" said she. "Haven't you a

watch?""Not I.""Jonathan told me you'd a gold re

peater."Tom remembered the repeater foi

the first time since awaking, but thewoman was looking at him queerlyaud he had no intention of enteringinto explanations with her, so he simply asked whether Jonathan had gone"Many an hour ago. It's 5 o'clock.""Five!""And after."Tom burst Into apologies, in the

midst of which the woman put on ti

shawl and went out He was stillstanding Irresolute in his socks, dazedby his loug sleep, when there came t

rattle of wheels outside, and In rushedJim with his whip and an eveningnewspaper."Glad to find you still here, sir!'

cried he. "I want somebody as car

read to read me a slice out of this 'ereGlobe. It's awful, slr.awful! Thewery ccn.Tim.an I .drove last night

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t've. come straight from ScotlandYard!"Tom suddenly remembered when and

where he had seen the other before. Itwas overnight on the box of Blaydes*hackney coach."Who ls tbe gentleman?""Blaydes, lt seems, bis name ls, or,

rather, wasI""Was?""He's dead.""Dead!""Stone dead.murdered.by a man I

saw as close as I see you now, butnever looked twice at! It's all In theGlobe, they tell me. Bead lt out, slr;read lt out"

CHAPTEB V.TOM ERICHSEN held out a

steady hand for the Globe.His blood ran too cold for

present tremors. The hackneycoachman bad drawn a chair to thetable, planted his elbows hi the middleof the printed cotton cloth and his hot,flushed face between bis coarse, strongbands. Tom sat down at the otherend. He found the paragraph, ran his

eye from headline to finish and thenread it slowly aloud:SHOCKING MURDER AT HAMP¬

STEAD.An atrocious murder wa* committed

late last night or early thia morning inthe neighborhood of Hampstead Heath.A mechanic on his way to work at an

early hour this morning and having oc¬

casion to traver»e"the right of way con-

¦necting the Finchley road with the upperportion of Haverstock hill noticed a

stout staff upon the grass near the sec¬

ond stile from the former thoroughfare.On picking lt up the staff, or, rather,cudgel, was found to be crusted withblood and near it was discovered a drawnsword stick, broken near the hilt Con¬tinuing his alarming investigations, themechanic made his crowning and mosthorrible discovery In a hollow tree closebeside the stile, in which lay the body ofa gentleman in full evening dress. Hewas quite dead; indeed, life had probablybeen extinct some hours. The corpse was

covered with blood and the head terriblydisfigured, as if by repeated blows fromsome blunt instrument There can be no

doubt that the crime was committed withthe cudgel above mentioned (at presentthe only clew to the assassin) or thatthe sword stick was vainly used In selfdefense by the unfortunate gentleman.The police were summoned with com¬

mendable dispatch and the body removedto the Marylebone mortuary to await in¬quest.Meanwhile in the course of the morn¬

ing much lnfermatlon has been forth¬coming, and we are sorry to state thatthe victim has been identified as CaptainJ. Montgomery Blaydes. late of hismajesty's Coldstream guards, but forsome years past on the half pay list. Noletters or papers of any sort were dis¬covered upon his person-Here Tom stopped reading."Go on, slr.""I will. But that's extraordinary!""Not it He's been robbed as well.

That's what I want to get at. Thatthere stick's no clew. We want thethings be took."Tom moistened his lips and harked

back:No letters or papers of any sort were

discovered upon his person, and lt isonly through thc marking of his linenthat the Identity of the deceased hasbeen so promptly established. It now

transpires that the hapless captain hadbeen lately residing in the village ofWest End (not a mlle from the scene ofthe murder) and that he left his lodgingsshortly after 10 o'clock last night. In or¬

der to attend an evening party, in a

hackney coach. The police hope that thecoachman vl'l come forward.

"He has!" said Jim. "You may leaveout that blt.""And you couldn't describe the man?""Not too well. I could only swear he

was neither short nor tall and lookedto be wearing a pair of nankeen trou¬sers." (Tom's legs were underneaththe table.) "No." continued Jim. "I'mafraid they won't lay hands on bimthrough me. Rut they may through thethings he took. Go on to that!""There was a diamond pin.""I seen lt What else?""All his money.""Ah. he paid like a gen'leinan. Any¬

thing else?""A.gold.watch !H

The words would hardly come. Jimmumped the table with his heavy fist"That'll do!" he cried. "That'll hang

him, you mark my words! What sortof a watch?"But this time the words would not

come at all, for Jim's wife stood inthe doorway behind Jim's chair, andher eyes and Tom's.the terrified andthe guilty.were locked together lu a

long, dread stare."What's that about a watch?" she

said in a sort of whisper, advancingunsteadily and leaning a baud upon'4er husband's shoulder. "Whosewatch?""One belonging to a murdered man,"

replied Jim. "I'm asking what kindof a one. I say it ought to bang thechap what did it""It will," said she hoarsely in his ear.

"It's a repeater, and him that has itsits in front of you In that chair!"There followed a silence so profound

that Tom could hear the watch Itselfticking lu his pocket. The coachmantheu rose and slowly leaned across

the tallie, resting one hand upon lt.The other was half way to Tom'sthroat when he sprang to his feet andIn so doing pressed his thigh againstthe table's edge. Instantly there rangfrom his pocket a sweet and tiny ting,ting, ting, ting, ting!

It was the saving of him from Jimthe coachman and bis wife.Both shrank back as Tom darted to

an inner door and so up the stairswhich he had descended half asleep.Ere he reached the top there was a

crash below. For an instant he thoughtthe man had fallen in a flt, but a vol¬ley of oaths proved lt only a slip as

Tom slammed and locked the door ofthe room In which he had slept awaythe day If not his life. Ills shoes werestill where he had kicked them off.He slipped into them and, exerting ailhis strength, pulled the large Iron bed¬stead from Its place and wedged itbetween wall aud door. Then hecrouched and listened. The man was

for taking him single handed, the wo¬

man evidently restraining him by mainforce.

'Let me go! Let me go!'! Tom heardhkn cry."Never till I drop! Police! Police!

He sha'n't murder my Jim too.""So help me, but I'll strike ye if ye

don't let go!""Strike away. Police! Police! Po¬

lice! If you go, I go too."Her cries were not loud; they were

smothered lu the struggle, which was

still continued.now at the foot of thestairs, uow ou the stairs themselvesand at last on the lauding outside thebarricaded door. Meanwhile the birdhad Cown.No sooner had Tom realized what was

taking p!ace below than he threw upthe bedroom window. It overlooked a

small and filthy back. y*rd, into which

Tom quietly dropped While the pairwere still struggling on the stairs. Tofind his way through the bouse, throughthe kitchen itself and out Into the nar¬

row street was the work of very fewmoments. The' last Tom heard was

the belaboring of the locked, blockeddoor by honest Jim. Nor did his pres¬ence of mind desert him yet. He walk¬ed out of the narrow side street, onlyrunning when he came to the mainthoroughfare and after a perilous hesi¬tation as to whether he should strlkoInto the city or over Blackfriars bridge.He chose the city and, having chosen,

lost his head and ran for his life.He darted across the street and

plunged into tbe busy alleys Ailing

Tlie coachman then rose and slowlyleaned across the table.

the delta between the bridge aud StPaul's. Here he slackened a little,for the stony, many windowed ravineswere so uurrow and so crowded thatlt was Impossible to continue running.But he threw up hi.-) heels the Instanthe emerged on Ludgate hill, tearinghelter skelter In the middle of the road.He was uearly run over by a van

coming out of Paternoster row andcursed to the skies by the driver.Faces stopped and turned upon thepavements. He knew the folly of lt,and yet ran on with a fiend in eitherheel"Ba-nk. ba-uk! 'Ere you are. sir,

'ere you arc!"Tom was almost up to the omnibus

before he realized that this was meantfor him. Instinctively he waved andnodded, aud his mad pace was ex¬

plained. The omnibus stopped; heJumped In, gapping."Thought you was after me," said

the cad. with a grin.Tom had no breath to reply. A ru¬

bicund old gentleman made a well

meant remark upon the eagerness ofyouth and was favored with a glassystare. The newcomer sat panting laa comer, the perspiration tricklingfrom his nose.But his head was cooler. He saw

the needlessness as well as tbe indis¬cretion of conspicuous flight. He hadslipped through the only hands thatwere as yet against him. He had

eluded, the only eyes he need avoid thatnight, for the hackney coachman mighttake his new tale straight to ScotlandYard, but it could hardly be given to:he world before morning.Tom's heart leaped as he discovered

the temporary strength of his position.Next moment it sank, for the cad was

collecting the fares, and his single as¬

set was the watch. His bankrupt statehad occurred to Tom as he ran for theomnibus, but not again. It was so

small a thing compared with the chargenow lying at his door. Yet he had justthought of it.his little fraud was so

far deliberate.but he had neither theface nor the foolhardiness to sit there

and confess his fault And, situatedlike the wanted felon he now felt him¬self to be, lt was wonderful and hor¬

rible how a felon's resources came un¬

bidden to his fingers' ends. He beganfeeling in pocket after pocket, with a

face that lengthened under the frownof the cad, tba raised eyebrows of therubicund gentleman and the fixed at¬tention of all. ^

"I'm afraid I.I don't seem to havea coin in my pocket!""Oh, you 'aven't, 'aven't you?""No, I have not! I'm very sorry.

I"-"You may tie! Never mind no tale3.

You can keep them for the beak as'U'ave a word to say to you tomorrermornln'!" And the cad winked at the

other passengers, stopped the omni¬bus and called a policeman from thecurb.Tom could have burst Into tears. To

be wrongly wanted for a crime so ter¬rible and justly taken for a thing so

small! He looked forlornly at his fel¬low passengers, with a wild idea thatone might come to his rescue. Thesole response was a withering frownfrom the ruddy old gentleman, whoalso commended the cad and loudlytrusted an example would be made ofthe case. The desperate Tom beganransacking his pockets in earnest forsome overlooked coln, but he had donethia so often of late that he felt thefutility now. The perspiration froze

upon his face, yet even with the police¬man's tall hat poked Inside the omni¬bus his twitching fingers continuedtheir spasmodic, hopeless search."The flash young spark!" whispered

the cad. "Just you frighten 'lin, SlrRobert.""Now, then, como along!" said the of¬

ficer."Good God!" cried Tom."You'll get all the more for swear¬

ing. Now, out you come afore you'remade." ,,"Not Just yet," returned the culprit

nnd handed the conductor one of twohalf crowns found that very momentin a scrap of crumpled paper. "I'm

sorry I couldn't find lt before. Kindlygive me change.""Where to?" growled the cad as the

constable stepped down.Tom did not bear."Can't you answer? Where to?""Oh, ns far ns you go!"Tom's eyes were on the crumpled

scrap aud filled to overflowing by halfa dozen ill written words:Wlshin good luk, yours respeckfull,

J. BUTTERFIELD.

Clare would tolnk him guilty. Afterwhat had passed between them shecould not do otherwise. Then guiltylet him be In every enrthly eye, andthe sooner it was all over the better ,for bim and for her. He had no wishto live If the one sweet Judge whose

Judgment he respected held him worthyof death. And she would.she couldnot help herself. Then what must shethink of his love for her? And thethought of her thoughts was worse

than that of shameful death before a

howling mob. ITom tore up Claire's letter that he

had meant to treasure till his death, so

that when he was taken no slur shouldrest upon his beloved, and he distrib¬uted the minute fragments at long In¬tervals that night before looking for a

place to lay his head. In the end hehit upon an empty house overlookingthe then green inclosure of Westbournepark. An unfastened window caughthis eye. He waited till the road was '

clear and then entered like an expertfastening the window behind him.Here he destroyed and hid away his ,

hat. a battered beaver bought In thedayl of poor Rlaydes. In its stead he :

had obtained from a pawnshop and for

18 pence au old fashioned peak and Jtassel cap. But he had not dared to joffer the watch lu pledge, although behad entered that shop for the purpose.

It ticked so loud In the empty house Jthat in the dead of night he leaped upIn a frenzy and smashed lp the workswith his heel.Before he could lie down again there

came a deafening double knock at thestreet door.

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of thetrad*. The "Xow Home" stands attn*»ead of all SHs:.i-{rvj.doia:niiy sawing machine*

.Sold by anthoriued dealers only*

Hinton Marble WorksR E ilOEL, PROF.Maible and GraniteMonuments andMemorial Work,and Iron Fences.Correspondence Solicited.W. E. SNYDER,

Hightown. Va, Agent.

AGENTS FOR

SPRINGFIELDFIRE & MARINE INS

THE HOME INS. CO., N. Y.

THE VA, FIRE & MARINE,Richmond, Va.

McNulty & Arbogast,successor tr McNulty & Mauzy

All business trusted to mc wilhave prompt attention.

r. k. d. Monterey, Va

DR U. M. BURTON,EYE,EAR,NOSE AND THROAT Sl'KClALST

Lexington, Va.Two trips to Highland county.in May

and October,.stepping at Monterey,McDowell and Doe Hill. Glasses fittedby prescription.

HENRY A SLAVEN

Practical Land Surveyor and no¬tary Public.

Monterey, Highland Co., Vi

Maps and Blue Print* a specialty. Allwi¦«¦ in this line solicited.

STEIEMS

'WHEN YOU SHOOTl want to HIT what you are aiming at

.be it bird, beast or target. Make your*hot» count by shooting the STEVENS.For 41 vears STEVENS ARMS harecarrig on PREMIER HONORS for AC¬CURACY Our lise:

lu. Shotguns, PistolsA»i pata iJciiicr.i«-»ut< a I'.-.t ITKVUa,If you MSW* obtain,»e *L!p aitevt, rx-frtte frtfmJ, up..nreceiptofcatalogprice

Send 4C(s.ln trampshf uo-pa^s CaUlo*Of COISD. «t. OUI'.lit. Araiuai>i« boole oi'refer-enc* for present a:ulprospective *h«***M.

Beautiful three-color Aluminum Hnnger willbc forwarded for io cents in stamp..

J, Stevens Arms & Tool Co,,P. 0. Box 4096

CHICOPEE FALLS, MASS., U. S. A.

(of Franklin, W Va )

.DEALER IN.

Eui Hade Harness, Saddles and Strati Work,REPAIRING done promptly

and neatly(Wimer building)

Monterey* Va.

EVERYTHING FOR PICTURE MAKINGIN THE

KodakBoxA No. 2 Brownie~Camera for taking 2% x 3tf

pictures, a Brownie Developing Box for devel¬oping the negatives in daylight, Film. Velox paper,Chemicals, Trays, Mounts. Everything neededfor making pictures is included in this completelittle outfit.

* And the working of it is so simple that anybodycanget good results fromthe start. No dark-roomis needed and every step is explained in theillustrated instruction book that accompaniesevery outfit.

Made by Kodak workmen in the Kodakfactory.that tells the story of the quality.THE KODAK BOX No. 2, CONTAINING:

1 No. 2 Brownie Camera, - . |3.001 Brownie Developing Box, . 1.001 Roll No. 2 BrowntaTilm, 0 ex.. .202 Brownie Develonia* Powders. .061 Pkg. Kodak Acid Fixing Powdar, .161 Fouroz. Graduate,, ¦ . .101 Stirring Bod, ..* * .06

1 No. 2 Brownie Printing Frame,1 Do*. ly^wZyi Brownie Velox,2 Eastman M. Q. Developing Tabes,3 Paper Developing TrayB,1 Doa. 2Vi x 8KDupliX Mount*,1 Doz. KodakDry Mounting Tisane,1 Instruction Book,

$.15.16.10.30.06.06.10

$4.w Price, CompleteAt all Kodak Dealers. $4.200

UM

uWritefor Booklet N

of the Kodak Box,

EASTMAN KODAK CO.

Rochester, N. Y., tht Kodak c.*.