WEEKLY - NORWAL‘K - GAZETTE.
A NOVELETTE. ‘
By William Earle Baldwin.
(Copyright. 1891. by Globe Press Association.)
CHAPTER V.
(Synopsis of Preceedt’ng Chapters.)
CHAPTER I.
Langlord finds Philip Davaris a Greek violin-
ists, in New York after the latter has been on a
mysterious journey. Finds a telegram dated
Paris: “Come at once. Important discoveries.
Helene.” Who is Helene? The two friends go
to Lenox later. Davaris’s strange agitation at
meeting a society girl, Gladys Montague.
CHAPTER II.
Two society men, Ned Lawrence and Thurs-
ton meet Davaris at the country house of Mrs.
Hamlyn at Lenox. Lawrence’s flirtation with
Constance Hainlyn. Miss Montague shows
Davaris a picture. “'lhat man. your father?”
he says and is strangely excited. After Davaris's
departure the picture is gone.
CHAPTER III.
Thurston and Havermeyer got *lost while
hunting and take refuge in the house of an old
hermit in the mountains. Davaris's name
mentioned. The old Inan charges the young
fellows to tell Davaris: “Come to me as fast as
a. horse can bring you.”
CHAPTER IV.
Thurston and Havemeyer wake in the morn-
ing and find Westerly dead. Havormeyer takes
a “Kodak” of him. Seth Dowc’s story of the
hermit and his elegance and breeding when he
first came to the woods long ago. Seth mails a
packet given him by Westerly addressed:
Philip Davaris, Paris.
“Connie, my dear, you are perfectly ab-
rsurd, What could Mr. Davaris do with
‘ {papa’s picture? How funny you are this
afternoon l” and Miss Montague leaned
back in the piazza-chair and continued
reading her DOVI‘I.
“But Gladys, you know just as well as I,
that Mr. Dnvaris acted awfully funny
when you told him you had lost it; you
know he colored and changed the subject;
‘you know he was very uneasy. What I
does it mean when a man shifts about in ,
his chair,looks long and intently at his
‘rboots, and thou inspects his nails? What
does it mean when he does not dare to
look you squarely in the eye? I may be
a frightfully funny girl, Gladys, but there
really is something about that man I do
'notlikel” After delivering this opinion
Constance Hamlyn pushed decidedly
upon the floor with her. foot, and swung
back and forth in the hammock briskly.
“You oughn’t to form prejudices like
“that. Connie; it’s not right! Why, lots
of the girls knew Mr. Davaris in New
”York long before we met him; when he
was in college with Mr. Langford he was
awfully popular. Something wrong about
him! Howsilly!” Miss Montague laughed.
“‘Tell me something you know about him
that is not right; let me hear something
besides mere suspicions,” said she looking
up from her book.
“Well," said Constance; “You remember
when Mr. Thurston and little Charlie Hav-
aermeycr got back the other day from that
hunting trip looking like perfect tramps
.—-I can’t help laughing when I think how
The gardener set the dog on them and how
Jiharlie Havermeyer climbed up into the
cherry tree l—” for a moment she stopped
to laugh; then she continued; “You know
sir. Thurston wanted to see Mr. Davaris
at once, and what do you think he wanted
.of him?” _
“I haven’t the least idea.
“it?”
“Oh, I forgot; I promised to 1keep it a
secret. Charlie Havermeyer told me of
it, and he said Mr. Thurston wanted to
keep it quiet.”
Miss Montague picked up her book
again, and pretended to read, Constance
watching her narrowly.
“I know you are dying to hear about it,”
the latter said.
“Do you think so?”
“Certainly: but I shouldn’t think you
could read with your book upside down!
You must not tell anyone, Gladys, but Mr.
Thurston had a message from a horrid old
miser who lived way off in the mount airs
somewhere, and what do you think this
old man wanted? He was very anxious to
see your cultivated friend Mr. Davaris!
Actually knew him! Isn’t it a charming
romance? Charlie Havermeyer told me all
about the place—how horrid and old and
dirty it was~”
“And did Mr. Davaris go?” asked Miss
Montague eagerly.
“No, he didn’t. It was of no use. The
man died the night Mr. Thurston and
Havermeyer were there. And, anyhow,
Mr. Davaris was away—he is away now.
I don't think Mr. Thurston has seen him
to tell him yet. Now, my dear Gladys,
can you tell me what this means?”
Gladys laughed. “I thought you had
more sense, Connie,” she said. “You are
so unsuspecting, so matter-of-fact that
even little Charlie Havermeyer can im-
pose upon you. You really should have
more shrewdness. Do you suppose any
one would believe such a story? An old
miser living alone in the mountains; his
dying and leaving a message for Mr. Da-
varis—what nonsense! It very likely
makes a good story. but you must re<
member—little Charlie Havermeyer. Ha,
ha!”
“Laugh if you like,” said Constance
“But it is true, I know. Ask Mr. Thurston
if you don’t believe me. And about that
photograph. I know Davaris took it!”
“Did'you see him?”
“I didn't, but I know who did.
“Constance l” in a. tone of reproach.
“Oh, there is Mr. Lawrence,” she cried.
“He will settle it,” and then she called to
him as he came upapath from the garden.
“Oh, don’t, Constance! I don’t want
him,” began Miss Montague, but she was
too late, for Lawrence was coming up the
steps fanning himself with his straw hat.
He sank into a chair and said:
“Well, Miss Hamlyn, I am entirely at
your service.”
“I wan’t to ask you a question——"
“Don’t you think it very warm?” broke
in Miss Montague, with an appealing
glance at Constance. .
“Is it?” returned Lawrence. “I don’t
know.” .
What was
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. o decide a dispute—5’ continued Uuu-
stance.
“You look very warm.” said Miss Monta-
gue. apparently unmoved.
"Do. I?" remarked Lawrence, fanning
himszlf more vigorously. “I was flatter-
ing myself that I was cooling off rapidly.”
“Do you rember that day at Bar Har-
bor,” said Miss Montague, smiling at
Lawrence, “when it was so hot that we
played tennis holding parasols over our
heads.”
“I regret to say I do not, Lawrence re-
plied. “Was it the time Mr. Havermeyer
tried to fish you out of a brook and fell
in himself?”
Miss Montague made a violent attempt
to prevent Constance from asking her
question, but her effort was spoiled by
Lawrence who asked pointedly:
“About that dispute, Miss Hamlyn—
what is it I must decide?” ‘
Miss Montague looked cross, and hid
her face behind her book, resolving to see
how far her impotuous cousin would go.
She was horrified, however, by hearing her
ask:
“Didn’t Mr. Davaris take a photograph
of Gladys’ father from the library the day
mam ma got run away with?"
Lawrenc . looked embarassod.
photograph? Has one been lo t?"
“You know alioutit—don’t try todenv
it! Gladys says he didn’t; I my he dull
Who is right?”
For an instant. Lawrence wa: silent.
Would Gladys believe him if h . told all he
knew about the matter. He did not no-
tice that she starts l a little when Cor;-
stauce put the quedion so Ierscly; there
was no way of getting out of it. Did he
not owe it to Gla lys to tell? Should he
not do a‘l he could to assist her in recover-
ing the prized ricture? *
"' Well, I will admit that I saw some-
thing odd througn a window," said he.
Gladys Montague looked up with blaz-
ing eyes. " You mean to say, Mr. Law-
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rence, that you saw Mr. Davaris take the .
pictuie?” said she indignantly.
“ That is it precisely,” replied Lawrence,
coldly; “ although I did not mean to
speak of it.”
“ Very likely i” said M‘ss Montague sar-
castically.
“ Dear me," exclaimed Constance. “Now
I have done it; there you are quarrelling
like two savages! I really didn’tmean to
do anything, but Gladys would not be-
lieve me.”
It is doubtful where hostilities would
have ce Iscd had not an interruption oc-
curred in the appearance of TlllllStOLi and
Havermcyer at the doorway. But before
they came up, thwrenco had time to
whisper to G.a<.lys:
“I see you don’t believe me, but really I
saw him take the picture. I hope you
will accept my apologies for having the
bad taste to tell of it.”
And the more she thought of the mat-
ter the more she became puzzled. 'A sus-
picion had shaped itself in her mind that
for some reason Davaris had taken the
photograph. His strange notions when
she showed him the picture; his anxious
questions; his perturbed manner; his
lingering in the library after she had left;
—what did it all mean? There could be
no excuse for him if what Lawrence had
told her was true. If it had been a picture
of herself or Constance that Davaris had
taken, it would have been an entirely dif-
ferent matter. But what did a young man
want of a picture of her father taken ten
years ago? What use would it be to him?
Why would he run so much risk to obtain
possession of it? How could he explain
the matter?
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“ Why—Mn—Davaris!”
Gladys Montague idly watched her
cousin who was chatting with the three
young men at the other end of the piazza.
How pretty Constance Hamlyn was look-
ing in her light tennis dress, which re-
vealed the pure lines of her white throat.
How her eyes danced and Sparkled as she
exchanged some badinage with Lawrence.
It was a quiet afternoon; save the
voices of the young people everything
was low in the west, it was very warm.
No air was stirring and the occasional
buzzing of the flies on the window panes
sounded abnormally loud. The mountains
in the west were scarcely visible, for a
haze floated over them like a veil; dark
clouds were gathering about them, now
and then obscuring the sun. The three
young men and Constance had gone off to
the tennis court; Gladys had declined to
go; it was too hot to play tennis. She
sank back into her chair and laid her head
lazily on an air-cushion. The buzzing of
the insects sounded in her ears, and then
she began to feel drowsy; she was nearly
asleep. Suddenly she started up; there
was a. noise in the library back of her.
Who could it. be? Mrs. Hamiyn and Mrs.
Havermeyer were driving, the servants
seldom came into the room—yet she
heard someone walking across the room
softly. She rubbed her eyes and rose
from the chair. She stepped into thali-
brary through the open door. The light
was dim, and for an instant she could
only perceive the tall figure of a man in
the room. It was only a moment, and
then she spoke with her hand on the back
of a chair to steady herself—she spoke
only three words, but what a note of sur-
prise, of sorrow, was in her tone:
“Why l—Mr.——-Davaris l”
.She could not see his face, for he dropped
his eyes and forcing a laugh, said:
“I really owe an apology for startling
you so, Miss Montague; my intrusion is
really unpardouablel Everything was so
quiet thatlhesitated to ring the bell; I
stepped into the hall and looking into the
oven door of the library—I thought I saw
you there—and 1 was going to surpriSa
you.”
“But didn’t you see me on the piazza?"
broke in Gladys.
“No: I came up by the path through the
Woods. Really, it was awfully stupi 1 in
me, and I hope you will pardon my rude-
ness,” and Davaris laughed nervously.
“Of course, Mr. Davaris, we stand on
very little 0 aremon y here—be tween friends
you know—I am afraid we are very un-
conventional. But won’t you come out on
the piazza and tell me what you have been
doing since you left us so suddenly the
other day.”
“Thank you very much,” replied Dava-
ris, as he followed her through the door-
way. "I was called to New York; I
neant to have made you a visit before I
left, but I believe I sent my apologies by
Langford."
She noticed that Davaris was looking
pale, and he appeared for an instant un-
easy. He soon however, was at his best,
chatting with her, and smoothing over
the rudeness he had been guilty of in en-
tering the house unannounced.
Miss Montague told him how Thurston
and Havcrmeycr got lost in the woods;
she told him about the man who senta
message to him.
“A miseI'——a hermit—sending a message
to me?” repeated Davaris, laughing. “I
am afraid Thurston is mistaken.”
“Oh, I forgot all about my promise,” ex-
claimed Miss Montague. “I was not to
tell anything about it.”
“Don’t mind about that,” replied Dar
varis. “It is some other fellow, of course.
I don’t know anything about any miser!"
And it Was impossible for her to doubt
his word. Under the spell of his mag-
netic dark eyes, she forgot his unconven-
tional appearance that afternoon; she for-
get she should have remained silent; on
the subject of the hermit; she forgot that
Davaris was a very eccentric. man, to say
the least; she forgot everything except
that she was talking with him, and that
he was bending towards her in his chair
to hear every word she said.
For some time they sat there together,
and then back from the lawn came the
tennis players, looking very warm in-
deed.
“I know my face looks like a boiled lob.
ster,” proclaimed Constance Hamlyn.
“Oh, there’s Mr. Davaris. Where did you
drop from? I’m awfully glad to see you,”
she said, disjointedly, as she sat down in
a chair, and fanned herselfwith a book.
Lawrence Came up and took a vacant
seat by Miss Montague; Thurston and
Havermeynr, on seeing Davaris. ap-
proached him, and he shook hands with
them.
“Am very glad you are back,” said
Thurston. “I have wanted to see you for
two or three days on a matter of some
importance.”
“Yeth,” put in Havermeyer. “It ith of
great importanthe.”
“On, indeed,” replied Davaris. “‘You
mean about that miser business.”
"The miscr business?” repeated Thurs-
ton.
“Yes,” said Davaris.
it.”
“Who told you?" n
“Miss Montague was relating to me
how you went hunting and got lost; also
how you spent the night in an old miser’s
house.”
"I wasn’t aware Miss Montague knew
about it, but never mind; it’s all right.”
Havermeyor was looking reproacht‘ully
at Constance-but she only smiled back at
him in the most innocent manner. Miss
Montague was evidently embarrassed, for
she looked from Davaris to Thurston
anxiously.
Thurston went on to tell Davaris some
of the circumstances of their adventure,
omitting the fact, however, that the man
in the woods had (lied.
“But what was the message this person
sent for me?” asked Dav nus, laughing.
“It was not much of a message,” replied
Thurston. “He only wanted you to come
and see him.”
“Oh, that’s all, is it?
not take the trouble.”
Davarls was standing by the side of a.
chair, one hand resting lightly on the
back of it. He smiled at Thurston.
“I think you might perhaps change
your mind,” remarked Thurston, dryly.
Then he said slowly and distinctly, so
that everyone on the piazza could hear:
“Did you ever know a man by the name of
Cyrus Westerly?”
“I know all about
I am afraid I shall
At the the sound of that name Davaris"
face blanched. Miss Montague saw his
long fingers clutch the back of the chair
nervously; she saw him compress his lips
firmly. But he only repeated, in a low,
intense voice: '
“Cyrus Westerly!”
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A Dynamite Fiend.
A dastardly attempt was made on the
life of Judge J. B. Curtis of Stamford
last Saturday . The Judge arrived,
at his office, which is located on the
second floor of the new Standard Bank
building. accompanied by his son short-
ly after 8 o’clock.
When the son went to leave the office
shortly before 9 he discovered a long
black object lying on the mat outside
having the appearance of a cartridge.
From one end of it protruded a small
fuse from which the fire had gone out
but a short time before. A tiny ring of
smoke still curled upward. The au-
thorities were notified and the object
was gingerly picked up and removed to
a place of safety. It was pronounced
by all who saw it a dynamite cartridge,
placed there by some miscreant evi-
dently with the intention of wrecking
the building and killing the Judge for
some fancied wrong. Judge Curtis is
a man 65 years of age, who for years
has been Judge of the local police
court. He cannot imagine anyone who
has a grudge against him. The author-
Ities are making every effort to discov-
er the fiend.
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Freight Trains Collide.
Two west-bound freight trains on the
New England road came together at
Brewster’s at 1 o’clock yesterday after-
noon. The first train was waiting near
the statlon when the second freight
tram came around a curve on the road
and ran into it, damaged engine 151,
wrecked the caboose, one box car, and
derailed two flat cars. The box car
contameda lot of pianos and organs
from Hartford. No one was injured.
“Richelieu” Robinson.
William E. Robinson, journalist and
Congressman, died of heart failure in
Brooklyn last Saturday. He was more
familiarly known as “Richelieu” Rob-
inson, and was born in the county
Tyrone, Ireland, May 6, 1814. He
came to the United States in 1836 and
entered ‘Yale University the following
He was graduated from there in
the Yale Banner. “Richelieu” was the
last survivor of his class.
In Journalism he made his mark as
the Washington correspondent of the
New York Tribune in the early days of
that paper, when Horace Greeley was
beginning to make his mark in the
Journalistic world and wrote under the
nom de plume of “Richelieu.” He was
the GAZETTE editor’s Chief, at the
time of his first service on the Tribune,
nelslu-ly fifty years ago. Peace to his
as es.
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A Reminiscence.
The death of S. R. P. Camp recalls
to mind, the double wedding, which
was a local social event of general in-
terest and remark, some forty years ago
and only two of the parties are now
surviving. Mr. Wm. K. Lewis and Miss
Mallory were married at the old Con-
gregational Church on the Green by
the Rev. Dr. Hall, and Mr. S. R. P.
Camp acted as groom and Miss Keeler,
his finance, was bridesmaid. This qua r-
tette then immediately proceeded over
to St. Paul’s Church where Mr. Camp
and Miss Keeler were married by Rev.
Dr. Mead, Mr. aners. Wm. K. Lewis
acting as groom and bridesmaid to
them. The parties then took a car-
riage ride to Bridgeport, where they
intercepted the Boston Express and
made a wedding tour to the Hub,
which was a greater event in those days
than going to San Francisco in these
modern times.
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Changes His Faith-
It was announced Saturday in San-
Francisco Episcopal Church circles,
that Lawrence J. Kip, grandson of the
venerable Episcopal Bishop of Califor-
nia, will join the Roman Catholic
Church on Monday.
Young Kip is a lawyer who for sev-
eral years assisted his grandfather in
the duties of Bishop before the Bishop
secured an assistant. In this way he
became acquainted with Father Sasia
of the Jesuits, who brought about his
conversion. Young Kip, it is said, will
soon marry a Catholic young woman,
and his friends declare that Cupid,
more than religious conviction, has led
to his change of faith.
The Kip family have been famous
in the Episcopal Churcl . Bishop VVil-
liam Ingraham Kip is the second oldest
Bishop in America, being ranked only
by Bishop Williams, of Connecticut.
He is a graduate of Yale and of the
Theological Seminary in New York. In
1854 he was ordained Missionary Bishop
' of California.
Train Wrecker Caught.
The man who attempted to wreck the
Sag Harbor Long Island Express be-
tween Bellport and Brookhaven on
Saturday evening last has, so the Long
Island Railroad Company’s oflicmlsbe-
lieve, been captured by their detectlve.
The suspected person is an Itahan, who
gave his name as Antonio Pegassi. '
Paul Smith. a. negro, living near the
scene of the attempted wreck, says that
Pegassi was one of two men whom he
saw placing ties on the track shortly
before the time at which the express
was due to pass. Pegassi offered stub-
born ‘resistance when the detective
went to arrest him, and denied most
vehemently having any knowledge of
the crime with which he is charged.
Both the Italian and Paul Smith were
taken to Patchogue, where they were
arraigned before Justice A. H. Carmen
yesterday afternoon. The J ustlce com-
mitted Pegassi to the County Jul at
Biverhead to await examination on _a
charge of attempting to wreck a train
and held Smith as a witness.
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Obituary.
J occo Billsborough is dead. He was
a native of South America, but for
many moons has resided at No. 64 on
Wilton avenue, and been the delight of
all the neighborhood for far around.
He was the unalloyed joy of all the
children. who joined in his comical an-
tics, with a freedom and aptness that
went strongly to suggesta common 01'1-
gin. Jocco’s instructor, frlend and
owner, Mr. Wm. Billsborough, was
faithfully educating him up to the pomt
where he could present him to the
board next fall and have him made a
voter. But alas; the rigors of a New
England winter were to much forJocco
and be has now gone where all good
monkeysgo. But for the cruelty of
tearing him from parents and friends
and bearing him to these northern
climes, Jocco might now be hurling
down cocoanuts on the heads of passers-
by in his native woods.
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Staub Again Sued.
Attorney Austin Brainard, Governor
Bulkeley’s private secretary, brought
what might be called a test case in the
Superior Court Tuesday to determine
Whether Comptroller Staub shall. pay
the salary due Bank Commissmner
Griswold of Guilford. The amount is
$1,200. six months’ pay from July 1,
1891, to January 1, 1892.
The proceedings were in the nature
of a mandamus to compel Staub to
show why he declines to pay Griswold.
The payment of all other withheld sala-
ries of the other state commissmners
and other state officials who have thus
far been ignored by Staub will be de-
termined by this suit. The papers are
returnable in February.
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A Little Folding Stove.
A curious little stove, exposed for
sale by street vendors in New York, is
quite a novelty in its way. It is a fo (1-
ing stove. Its front is about fifte 11
inches square, and it extends back only
about five inches. When filled with—
anthracite it blazes merrily, and can
be utilized for many purposes. It‘ was
invented in Canada several years ago.
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For Robeng “the Mails.
George E. Alvord of Morris, a mail
carrier accused of robbing the mail of
a letter containing a draft of $170, has
been bound over Commissioner
Wright in $1,600 bonds. The bond was
furnished by Alvord’s father, who had
previously paid the draft when it was
found that the endorsement was forged.
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