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BEGIN HERE TODAY Horror stricken by her fear that Barney Loutrelle, the young lieuten- ant, had been murdered, Ethel Carew, goes to the unoccupied house on mys- terious and ghostly Resurrection Rock and fds there evidence of crimg and proof that a ly hag been hidden under the ice o ke Huron, At once she suspects that her grim and relentless grandfather; Lucas Cul- , senior, has had the murder com- mitted. Old Cullen had been filled with anger and fear when he learned that Loutrelle had entered these north- ern Michigan woods to go to the Rock. Ethel and Loutrelle were drawn gether by close mutual interests, In mdon he had received in a seance, messages from Ethel's father, who kad been killed in France, These mes- sages instructed him to proceed to Resurrection Rock, a trip which he hoped would clear up his obscure parentage. Lucas Cullen had been guilty of violent crimes In early days and fear was driving him to violence. Ethel furiously accuses her grandfather of instructing Kincheloe to shoot Lou- trelle, GO ON WITH THE STORY. CHAPTER VIL--(Cont'd.) « "Oh, I had Kincheloe do something out there, did I?" Lucas demanded. Ethel could not answer him for the suffocation in her breast; muscles d to be tugging tight all through A Pve forgotten I ever had any nerves ¥ 4 fo 8 Your doctor will tell you how the act of chewing relaxes and soothes stcaived nerves, and how the health ful cleansing action of Wrigley's vefeeshes and tones you up all round. ) J ; y RIGLEYS meat] Cy | w-- her. "Barney Loutrelle's been made away with! Killed!" she cried. "Hey? You saw him dead?" "No; but--" "Have you enough shame left to realize what you have just been say- ing to me?" he assailed her, raising his hand clenched but for his huge forefinger with which he threatened her, "Kincheloe has killed your fine friend of the train, Barney Loutrelle, you said. 1 had him do it! Eh? Eh? Say to me, do you mean that?" "Yes!" "Eh? So Kincheloe--and I had him do it--killed your Barney Loutrelle, you believe?" "Yes!" and stepped back,:looking down at her and laughing. "I must have Miss Platt hear you," he said, when he was through laugh- ing. "And your grandmother." He stepped to the door and, opening it, called first for Miss Platt and then for his wife. "Now we will all hear your opin- ions," her grandfather said; and, be- fore the others, he made her accuse Kincheloe and himself again. Then he went once more-to-the door: "Lieutenant Loutrelle!" he called. "Mr. Barney Loutrelle, will you step in here!" He was not dead! She opened her eyes to gee him in the doorway; he entered and came toward her, speak- ing to her. Everything wavered about him; but he did not waver in her sight. She cried out--or whispered-- something in reply to the words he was saying. She knew neither what she said nor how she said it. Her grandfather was grabbing at Minard's Liniment for Coughs, Colds. OOF \ UE is in the Sry Be Words won't dye a dress, or coat, or sweater, It takes seal anflinies to do that. Thats why Diamond Dyes contain from three to five times more anilines than any other dye--by actual test, He jerked his wrist out of her grasp was addressing her; } heeded peither, of 3 but Ef you had gone out." see, I' thought they had hurt you 'and---" : Her grandfather interrupted them '|loudly; he ordered her to go at once to her room; but she disregarded "Leave her alone!" Barney - trelle "broke in, "Leave her alone!" he repeated, putting himself between her and her grandfather. "She has something to say to me; and I have much to tell her, I came to see her. You can give us this room, or we will go out; won't we, Miss Carew?" he asked her, r "Yes," she said. "Yes: "What?" her grandfather threaten- ed. "What? You think you will go with this--this--" he stopped with a snort of contempt. But he was not feeling contempt, Ethel saw as she watched him. : "I can forgive your imbecility and madness. God helping. me, I can for- give my child's child even what she has said to me this day. But disobey me again and I shall never forgive you. Now go; go to your room and go to your knees, and later, when you are yourself, I shall send for you." She gazed only an instant longer at her grandfather before looking up at the friend at her side. "I am ready to go, with you," she said. CHAPTER VIII She crossed the threshold, which her grandfather had forbidden her, and went to the front door. Barney fol- lowed and closed the door behind them. But a shock awaited her when she entered her cousin's home. As briefly as possible, she told Bar- ney what followed her arrival at St. Florentin and she received in return full report from Barney. He had stopped at Wheedon's in the afternoon; and there had learned that the man named Bagley had arriv- ed a day earlier and exhibited a letter from Marcellus Clarke which author- ized him to obtain the keys to the house on Resurrection Rock. Last night Bagley .served a good supper, and afterward Barney wan- dered about the Rock while Bagley was still clearing up in the dining room. Barney came indoors and was trying again to read when he heard a shot in the direction of the shore and, going to the door, he thought he also heard cries. He went ashore and wandered about for nearly an hour before returning to find the Rock dark and the house shut. After try- ing to arouse Bagley, he went ashore once more to find that Bagley already had arrived at Wheedon's and was de- termined to remain there. He had had "enough" he explained to Barney as he previously had in- formed Wheedon; that was the extent of the explanation he made. He was poing home to Chicago on-the earliest train. "I thought they had killed you," Ethel said. "But of course it was some one who arrived at the Rock after Bagley had shut you out and you had followed him to Wheedon's." "Yes; I think that's pretty clear," Barney agreed. "But who was he?" "My grandfather knows, of course," Ethel said. "That telegram from my Uncle Tueas in Chicago, which Asa brought when we were at dinner, told my grandfather who he was and what his presence meant. You see, after that we had prayers and grandfather sent Kincheloe out again, and grandfather waited in his house. with his rifle loaded. He wasn't sure whether Kin- cheloe, or the other man, was coming back from the Rock to his house." "What are we in, you and I?" she "I went to the Rock for you. You fe-- | her, saying something; and Miss Platt] I'll learn nothing from him, if he can help it." She gave him her hand in good-bye. CHAPTER IX. As the train bore Ethel away from Resurrection Rock and from Barney Loutrelle, the girl debated in her mind the task which confronted her 'on her errival and vaguely wished .that Cou- sin Agnes, Mrs. Oliver Cullen as she had been known in Chicago society before her tragic disappearance from the torpedoed Gallantic, were alive to aid her. About Agnes there had been some- thing of a mystery as well as an at- traction to Ethel.. Cousin Agnes first came to Chicago as a girl, she told those who asked her. Previously she had lived in a small town and no one --not even the many newspaper inter- viewers--got farthér than that. It was plain that, not long before her employment in the Cullen offices, she had passed through some extra- ordinary experience which had tre- mendpusly sapped her vitality. She had endured some frightful ordeal which temporarily had downed her, but had not beaten her. Many men offered themselves to take up her battle for her. But only Oliver Cullen, after his fifth or sixth attempt, succeeded in offering him- self aright. John died and Oliver "the damned weakling" and his upstart wife, who had been a stenographer, claimed from Lucas and his stronger, far more able sons, the control of the Cullen corporations 'which ownership old John's stock implied. Lucas fought and blustered; but Oliver asserted the control; or, rather, Agnes did. For Lucas and his sons did not remain long in doubt regard- ing the force with which they had to deal! nor did outsiders remain ignor- ant, . So they grinned and bore it while they watched Oliver gradually sink into invalidism and year follow year with Agnes childless, There was an old contract, which Lucas, Senior, had safely locked away, by which he and his brother had bound themselves that in the event of either of them or their sons dying without issue, the holdings of the de- ceased would pass to the survivor, In September, 1918, those conditions seemed completely fulfilled; for Agnes, who had gone heart and soul into war work, sailed aboard a ship which was torpedoed; and she was lost. The news reached Oliver on the eighteenth; and on the twenty-second, ke died. But Agnes, as though to tofment Lucas even after her death, had pass- ed on in the most annoying way pos- sble, Though it was obvious that men, Ogre, prince and varlet: men, E Grey men, Silver, mauve and scarlet. 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