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THE OSHAWA DAILY TIMES, 'HURSDAY, OCTOBER 11, 192 AAI 1{€]4,9| CHAPTER IV "It's no use," I said, "The water would have washed them all out. We separated and looked up and down. And finally 1 turned to call Ernest back to the house, He was bent low, holding his lantern close to the mud, "What is it?" "Come here," he ordered me. He.stood up as I came close and held the lantern 'before him, It shone on his white, set face, "I've found: it," he told me simply. At once it seemed to me that Ernest had left his boyhood far be- hind him, and was a man, The voice was mature, steady, perfectly calm, He spoke so low I had to strain to listen, It wasn't the sort of tone that I had expected. I had supposed that if we were able to find the tracks they would have cleared up the mystery in a perfectly satisfactory manner; and we would have a good joke to tell when we came to South- 1. Downs, Only, of course, Er- nest would tell it, not I. My hours | for joking in the old manor house were done, Instead of triumph, his tone hinted that cold futility with which men tell of their worst per- sonal tragedies. "The track, Ernest?" I asked. "The rains have washed out--all but one, This one is on a high place in the road, and it is almost gone, too, But you can't mistake it" 1 lowered my light to see, but he caught my arm. "I guess not, quietly. *Why not?" "You really don't want to see it, Tt wouldn't do you any good. It would just give you unpleasant mem- ories 10 carry away with you--and besides, it can't be true. It's not there, Long." ' "Let me see #No use, doctor." ("Get out of the 'way, and let me see it," 1 ordered. But instead he suddenly Jeaped at shadow in the muddy sand. He for an instant with his feet, and ashed the water, And when I the track had been Long," he said oy Ipoked again Hopelessly obliterated. # Little fool!" I told him, "It wasn't there, Long,' he an- swered in a far-away voice, "It was some trick of the rain--or a mirage, It wasn't possible that it could be there." "It doesn't help--to lie." It must have been almost one o'clock when I got to my room, There were plenty of things to think abows, One was that on the morrow I wduld say good-by to Southley Downs, The meeting of the girl in the sleeping car had come to nothing, aiter all, I thought about Alexander Pierce, and all that he had told me, I had been at Southley Downs almost a week, and its problems had grown more complex, rather than simplified, Still T didn't know why the man whom Alexander called Roderick had offered the reward for trace of the elder Southley. I couldn't explain why my host had gone for years under an assumed name, or had adopted an alias now. The relation of the Haywards with the Southleys, the creeping figure on the golf green, the track in the muddy road, still remained as mysterious as ever. 1 thought about some stealing fig- ure that was in the corridor just outside my door.' ; How 1 knew he was there is a mystery still. I certainly could not have .heard him above the thunder of the rain. Perhaps it was the jar of his footsteps on the floor, or may be a sixth sense that sometimes warns a man he is being shadowed, It seemed to me that he was com- ing stealthily down the hall--anl he had halted just outside my door, Then heard a voice. It is a strange thing that 1 didn't recog- nize it at first. My ears are usually sharp for such things. The only possible explanation is that the voice was somewhat changed. "Dr. Long?" someone galled soft- Wipes I unlocked my door. Ernest stood in the shadow of the corridor. He carried a candle. He came in very quietly and closed the door behind him. He put his candle on the table. It is strange how the mind works. My first observation was the peculiar resemblance to his sister that 1 saw in his eyes. They were dark, just like hers. He sat down on the edge of the bed. I saw that he was also partly undressed. 1 pve you got a pistol?" he ask- ed, he Josephine yy Mr, Hayward CAST OF PRINCIPAL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY OF MYSTERY AND ROMANCE Din BOIE. «vst 04 ¢4 ves aass + trv evans 12 The Narmator Alexander Pierce...s«.sss11004414+++The Detective SouthleY sar sstes sas srrrsssrrssy NIG Gi Ct AA tA AAA Ian Lars sera Hindu Peter H, Southley...,....,.Host at Southley Downs Emeat Southey: ss aes esssasrsissvygssays Hig Son trans sne- ss Guest at Southley Vilas HAYWaM: J 11 varias rans tiation JHOD --and THE TIGER! s Downs a. We stopped on a little landing in the stairway. ve ~% have long to wait," he sald. "But why wait at all? Why not chase it down?" "Because chasing don't work, It knows how to hide. Behind the curtains, and every place else, We've got ta watch his trail" He blew out the candle. The only light that remained was a single candle on a little table at the base of the stairs, We stood in darkness." "You're the only one I could trust," he told me. "My father laughs at the stories, and the Hay- wards are frightened almost to death." We waited a long time. There was +++He was bent low holding his lantern' close to the mud. ... "Yes, It is in my bag." "I wish you'd get it, doctor. not sure--hut what we'll need it. I openesy my bag without ques- tion and drew out my automatic, "Can you shoot with the thing?" he asked, 'Fairly wel "Then you'd hetter keep it. I don't think I could hit the side of a harn! We might need cool shoot- ing. Long, we've got a hunt on our hands tonight." I looked at could. "What have we got to hunt?" "That I don't know, except that it's the thing that left the track. It's' in the house." "How do you know?" ' "How do I know? My dear old hoy, I'd love to say I didn't know but unfortunately I do. It has got beyond the legend stage. If our lighting system was only in order! You can't see anything with these candles--and yet I saw plenty, Are you ready?" "Yes? He crept along the soft rugs, and our candle guided us. It gave such an ineffective light. Still the rain thundered, and he had to put his lips close to my ear to make me hear him. Then I felt, rather than heard, i" him as coolly as I 'throat-easy' I'm | the long room, dimly lighted windows at the end of from the distant lightning. The flashes were almost continuous, and the flickering light-was gray and strange through the rain, It was just a dim, weird radiance, and in no way alleviated the shadows of the room, The clock struck in the hall below us, so softly we could hardly hear, et's go to bed," I whispered, "Evidently the walk is done." "Be patient, old man," Then he uttered the strangest little sigh, "Look, Long. It isn't done, after all. a row of His voice dropped a note; that was its only change. I knew he was pointing toward the row of windows at the opposite end of the hall. Three of them glowed dimly from the flickering lightning in the far reaches of the sky, rectangular in shape as they should be, The up- per part of the fourth was lighted too, but the lower part was wholly obscured by something that stood in front. It was something low and long that stood perhaps three feet high. Something was crossing at the end of the hall, between us and the windows. The shadow slowly changed in shape. It made an arc over the lower 'part of the same window we had seen before--a shape as of a monstrous flank of an animal. And the adjoining window was partly obscured now. Whatever moved at the end of the hall was creeping slowly past the windows, and its body was long enough that it left dark' umbrages against two of the lighted panes, There was no chance for a mis- take. My senses were perfectly alert. It was pot a delusion or an Perhaps there was a faint rustle and stir. "Quick!" my companion breathed. "It will escape us." We started running down the hall, It was a tremendously long corridor, stretching almost the breadth of the great house; and it seemed folly to try to overtake those swift fect, And completely at the end Hayward's door suddenly flung open. Both of us knew in a single in- stant that we would get a sight of the thing as it crossed the open doorway. Hayward had many can- dles in his room, and some of their light flung out into the hall. But there was hardly. time to receive the thought, much less to act. There was no time whatever to raise a pistol, Our quarry was a long way in front of us; and the door was scarcely wide open before it passed in front. Of course, it was too far to see plainly. But I had no more delu- sions about its reality. The disease that afflicted the old manor house was surcly drawing to its crisis, The creature we saw fitted with disturbing consistency into the old legend of the mansion. The form was low and long, and although the light was dim its general color was perfectly visible to both of us. It was a rich, heautiful yellow, striped with black. There were no extenua- ting circumstances. Both of us saw it--as plain as we saw the open door- way. The posture was exactly that of a great cat creeping, with belly low hung, upon its prey. Neither of us stopped. I think either of us cried out, We simply raced on up the hall. Even then there might have been a chance of overtaking the c# ature if it had not been for Hayward's interfer. ence. He flung out of the door as we went past and seized me by the shoulders. "(iood God! Did you see it?" cried. "Didn't you see, man?" went past my door." The candle light was on his face; and the look was one not quickly forgotten. His ruddy color was quite gone, and his eyes were changed too. He clutched at us with great cold, frenzied hands. But we shook loose on down the corridor. There were unoccupied rooms along it, many opening from rear doors into other corridors, and passages to the rear stairs and to the third floor. A win- dow opened to a little balcony at the end, We looked about and whispered to each other, and then went back for candles, We held them high and peered in the corners and among the curtains, The elder Hayward kept close behind us, uttering low, inarti- culate sentences not particularly worth listening to, k He had forgotten our scene in the den a few heurs before. His pres- ent emotion left no room for re- membered anger. It looked as if he were trying to keep close to me. "Did you see it--when it passed my door?" he was crying. "You know what it was--just as I know, too. There's no use of pretending any more, It was there, and I saw it, and so did you, And I'll leave this house tomorrow," He scemed to be talking to himself rather than to us. "We can. keep the arrange- ments we've got, apd Vilas can tend to 'em. I'll go tomorrow for good and all! And Vilas can stay with his wench if he likes." Ernest stopped beside him, "We will remember that word--at a bet- ter time," he promised. Then he whirled to me." The thing's got away--but this is one thing more I want to do before I go to bed. want to look in Ahmad Das's room --just to see if he's in hed and asleep, as he ought to be." So we took the candle and went on back into the main hall. Then don't he It and hurried At WCANCY FILLED 'NARITINE BENCH V. Paton is Appointed to Nva Scotia Supreme Court Ottawa Oct. 11.-- V. J. Paton, K.C., of Bridgewater, N.S., has been abPPmted a Judge of the Supreme Qurt of Nova Scotia to fill a vacaly caused by the death of Mr. Juste Rogers. Mr. Patomg a graduate of Dal- housie Univiity and Law School. He began pPhtice at Bridgewater, Nova Scotia, 'ith the late F. H. Wade, K.C., im892, and since Mr. Wade's death \r. Paton has been con\inuously impractice at Bridge- water, either ape or in partner- ship. In addition this practice he held the appointient of Chairman of the hn Compensation Board of Nova %tia from 1916 until July of this ap, Mr. Justice Patoihas high legal attainments, and rings to the Bench an excellen professicnal record, extending O\r his thirty- six years' practice & the Bar of Nova Scotia. AUSTRIAN RPORTS SAY COUNTRY\UIET Three Hundred Comiynists Arrested, But Nc Rioting Vienna, Oct. 10.--Regardle: of the rival demonstrations stage py Socialists and Fascist at Wiey. Neustadt the country was compa. tively quiet Sunday nizht except \p minor disturbances by Communis It was conservatively estimate Sunday night that 800 Communist had been arrested throughout Aus tria in the preceeding than actual agitators. The arrests caused little excite- falists and Fascist met there. groups rested at Wiener-Neustadt, they ter the other rival had paraded. Victor Stern, the leaders held by police. NEW COMMISSIONER Winnipeg Gets Ap- pointment ment of the University of Manitoba in succession to Prof. H, G. Wallace president of the University of Al berta, who resigned the commission The appointment of George E. Cole chief inspector of mines for Mani toba, here, member of the Faculty of the Uni of Laws by the University, Mos sity could bestow, LITTLE SYMPATHY Returning Harvesters as Disgruntled Minority 24 hours. Most of them were potential ratherheavy work and long hours of farm ment and there was no rioting re- ported. Late advices from Wiener- Neustadt were that there had been no serious disorders when the Soc- Only sixty Communists were ar- had attempted to meet in the mar- ket place late in the afternoon af- organizations Czech parliamentary member, was one of OF MINES BRANCH Prof, Justin S. Delury of | Winnipeg, Oct. 11--Prof, Justin S. Delury, head of the geology depart: has been appointed commissioner of mines for the province of Manitoba ership to take over his new duties as president of the Alberta College. at present an inspector on the staff of the Ontario Mines department, as was also announced on Sat- urday at the Legislature buildings Dr. H. C, Wallace, for 18 years a versity of Manitoba, was on Friday invested with the degree of Doctor Reverend Chancellor of the Univer- sity, His Grace Archbishop Mathe- son, presented Dr. Wallace with the highest honor the Manitoba Univer- FOR MINER KICKER Public in Scotland Regards Glasgow, Oct. 11--Stories of hav- They were mostly 110m the mines of Lancashire, Ayrshire and Stirling shire; and they seemed just the sort of young men who would be enter prising, and adventurous, and will ing to face hardships for a few years in order to make good later on. But they came back disappointed. They had had no experience of farm work, they found that there Was no money to be made, and they had ever so many complaints of mis- management by officials and poor treatment by farmers. The hours were too many for them, the farmers would not pay them s0 much as they had been promised (because they were not "skilled" farm work- ers). The organization of the whole business was so bad that lots of them got stranded at places where they had neither shelter mor food; they had to support themselves by doing odd jobs, and try as best they could to get back home to Scotland. But 100 back out of the thousands that went out is not many, and most people who read their stories con- elude that they are the inevitable, discontended proportion (and a small proportion too) that was bound to turn up, In any case, they are mot obtain ing public sympathy. People are in- terested in reading about them, but that is all. Their stories are mot likely to have the slightest effect on proper emigration when the season opens next year, The real emigrant, the man whom Canada does want, is not the man who gives up after a week or two, but the man who goes out determined to stick it, who doesn't write home complaining, and who is prepared for hard work and long hours, Men of that kind form the huge majority of the regular emigrants from Scotland, and when any of them come back it is always after they have made good, have settled down as Canadians and have stories to tell of a cuntry which is worth living in and working in. So when the spring comes there will, almost certainly, be another rush to the West, and the shipping companies will again be trying all they can to find berths for all those who wish to sail. But these won't be miner-har- vesters, or people having no connee- tion with the land, They will be mostly people born and brought up on the land, used to the ways of the land and to the ihorers; and they won't grumble if \ey have to carry on in Canada as 'ey carried on in Scotland; espe- €lly if they see in the near dis tice more reward for their labor. Bre the spring has come the sto- Tie.of the returned miners will be foriten, or sized up at their true vall and laughed at by the right indyt emigrants. Notery long ago there were com- plaintand protests against the gov- ernmel policy of planting large pieces ' the highland countryside with trg and nobody objected to afforesta,n on principle, so long as the grou! planted enuld not be used as farm lig put it was alleged that the goveanent department econ- cerned wasqking possession of good land that cag he used for the grow- ing of crop. and was planting it with trees. widently, the authori- ties are not . the Jeast inclined to listen to compints or protests. They are to carry o. on the Benmore es- tate in Arevlleve the higgest affor- estation schemeret started in Secot- land. They proise to convert some 20,000 acres to Vodlands, and they prophesy that in \¥8 to come these 20,000 acres will jmnort a happy and contended DPylation of saw millers and foreste: ' There is a mansiopouse on the estate, and this theyye to turn into a training school forestry ap- + | prentices, and a hon. gop students Routs Chill Fi:om Every Nook! with cheerfulness, Cleve Fox Happy Thought Heater snaps ita fingers at 'Jack Frost. This heater does three things wells it radiates heat just like a good open coal fire; it circulates heat which finds its way to every part of the house; it glows Graceful in design, rich in appearance, the Happy Thought is a small warm air furnace you can put in your living room! Clean heating. . .economical. . .burns any kind of fuel. Write Happy Thought Foundry, Brantford, for complete information, Built at Brantford By HAPPY THOUGHT FOUNDRY COMPANY, Limited Sold by Oshawa Miss M. 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Then we pushed open the doom. Ahmad Das was not in his room. His bed had not been slept in, "Does it mean anything to you?" Ernest asked me, "Nothing whateyer--any more than the rest of this devilish mystery: means. Do you suspect--that Ahmad Das is perpetrating something?" "I suspect mothing. I only want you to recall a few little points that will undoubtedly be a great source of pleasure to you." He spoke with' a grim bumor. "You must haye heard stories--every man has--of men shooting at hyenas in Africa, wounding them, tracing them to the huts of natives, and then finding-- not a hyena--but a black man, dying, with a bullet in him." "I've heard the stories, and they | don't make good sense." "And may be you haven't heard of the theory of the transmigration of souls?" "Every man of education has heard it," 1 replied. "If you have, just remember these little points. One of them is that the transmigration of souls--that the soul of an amimal can live again in the. body of a man--is a rather cu:- rent belief in India. Ahmad Das is) effect of shadow. Both of us kept our self-control and were rather surprisingly calm. "Can you hit at that range?" | Ernest whispered in my ear. "I can, but I don't dare. I can't shoot at a shadow, Ernest. Too great a chance for accidents." "Then we'll stalk it. It doesn't pay to wait any more, Long. Any- thing is better than this suspense." ec stepped out of our hiding place and crept down the hall. All four of the windows were clear in outline now. Our quarry had head- cd on, evidently into the corridor that ran at right angles to the main jan, But Ernest spoiled our chances of stalking the - creature in the hall. We got to the windows and made the turn. - Both of us knew, as well as we knew that the rain was clat- tering on the roof, that the crea- tare we hunted was close in the Carkness somewhere in from. of wus. We were trying to walk with utter silence, Ernest a pace or two in font. He forgot about a liptle step at the turn jn the corridor. " He tripped, and even above the poar. of the rain the sound was dis- tinct. The floor shook--amll it seem= cd to me that I heard the impact of cushioned feet as our quarry leap- ed. But I can't be sure of that. The aeagination is known to play tricks. ing been stranded in Capada are be- ing told over and over again by the 100 odd miner harvesters who have come back to Scotland. Thirty of the 100 men landed at Glasgow the other day, and they talked by the column to the mewspaper men about their grievances. Only two of them were over 30 years old. The others were nearly all in their early twenties, and two were only 18. And lastly, don't eget that Hamilton By-Product Coke saves you 3530p every dollar spent for fuel, HAMIL we CoE ( Saris) H. M, Fowlds & Son - 81 King St. W. MeLaughli Coal & Supplies, td, 110 King St. rr tt All kt tel Cll ll BM thd of Hindu blood. And he was born at the same hour that my father's tiger was killed." He laughed grimly, and gave me a cigarette. Then we walked out nto the hall. Ernest and I found the elder Hay- ward in the library. He stood shiy- ering before the faint coals that had been the fire. All of us leaped when the front door opened. It was Southley, and he carried a lantern. His clothes were simply drenched. He wore no hat, and his white hair was stringing about his worn face, and the water poured from him. His wet face glistened in the candle-light. "What's this?" he asked. "Just a little midnight session," his son answered. "Tell us first why you went out in the rain, with no coat 2" COUPONS ALL QUALITY B22 (To be continued)