The Argosy, Christmas 1912 — page 203: what you’re looking at

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THE MOTOR-BUS MYSTERY. he declared. “ The fact that I had you for a lawyer, old chap, made me confi- dent that I was bound to come out of my troubles all right,” and he wrung FE.dwards’s hand. fervently. ““T am afraid we shall never be able to repay Mr. Edwards for what he has done for us,” declared Mildred Sud- bury, her voice vibrant with emotion. “Oh, nonsense,” retorted Edwards. “T haven’t done much. It is your sis- ter, Davenport, who is entitled to most of the credit for bringing about your freedom. You've got the greatest lit- tle sister in the world, my boy.” “I always knew that,” and Daven- port gave Mildred’s hand an appre- ciative squeeze. Davenport met the Meadors at din- ner that evening, and was very much astonished to recognize in Mrs. Mea- dor the mysterious young woman who had ridden on top of his omnibus on that fatal trip. He was as yet in ignorance as to just how his release had been effected, and when the whole story was told to him he was filled with remorse to think that he had suspected the pretty young wom- an who sat opposite him at table of THE 189 being the assassin of Colonel Reynolds. He was profuse in his apologies to her, and was much relieved by her assurance that she bore him no resent- ment. “There was just as much reason to suspect me as there was to suspect you, Mr. Sudbury,” she said. “It really did look as if one of us two must have been the guilty person. It shows how unre- liable circumstantial evidence is.” _ “I suppose that after the rough deal you have had over here you will go back to England cordially detesting America?” remarked Meador to Dav- enport. “I guess we can’t blame you if you do take that view of it.” The young Englishman shook his head. *.No, with circumstantial evidence so strongly against me I don’t blame that jury for finding me guilty, nor the judge for sentencing me to death. I shall go back to England without any grudge against America.” “T am glad to hear you say that, old man,” exclaimed Franklin Edwards fervently, “because I intend to per- suade your sister to become an Ameri- can citizen.” END. WINTER NIGHT. How beautiful the silent winter night! The Dipper of the stars brims in the north; Orion to his hunting, faring forth, Goes up the sky with belt of flaming light. The hills and valleys all with snow are white— Oh, white as though the soul of April kind Came back an angel on the wand’ring wind, And dropped a world-wide feather in its flight! Ah! long ago the glow of sunset fled; Yet does its splendor with the stars abide Immortal, though the shades are dark beneath; And long has summer’s rosy self been dead, Yet does her glowing beauty, purified, Triumphant live in winter’s world of death! Edward Wilbur Mason. CoOMmicbook CO