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Many visitors are now coming and going on business connected with the new works. They have started a boarding-house or, rather, Mrs. Snedden has. There's a daughter, too, who seems to be very popular." Kennedy glanced whimsically at me. "Well, Walter," he remarked, tentatively, "entirely aside from the young lady, this ought to make a good story for the Star." "Indeed it ought!"
They were headed, following some kind of tire-tracks, toward an old merry-go-round that was dismantled and all boarded up. They heard us coming and stopped. "Has any one told you that Garretson's car went down the river road, too?" called Snedden, anxiously. "No; but some one thought he saw Jackson's car come down here," called back MacLeod. "Jackson's?" exclaimed Snedden.
Kennedy carried off well the critical situation of our introduction, and we found ourselves welcomed rather than scrutinized as intruders. Garfield Snedden was much older than his second wife, Ida.
"My daughter Gertrude gone now my wife dead. Confound that young fellow Garretson and Jackson, too! Where are they? Why have they fled? The scoundrels they have stolen my whole family. Oh, what shall I do? what shall I do?" Trying to quiet Snedden, at the same time we began to look about the building. On one side was a small stove, in which were still the dying coals of a fire.
Snedden tried furtively to draw his rifle out from the blankets in which he had enveloped it, but found that he could not get the weapon, without attracting the bear's attention and probably provoking immediate attack. So he abandoned the attempt, kept perfectly still and watched the bear with half-closed eyes.
Startling as was the revelation of an actual phantom destroyer, our minds were more aroused as to who might be the criminal who had employed such an engine of death. Kennedy drew from his pocket the telegram which had just arrived, and spread it out flat before us on a table. It was dated Philadelphia, and read: MRS. IDA SNEDDEN, Nitropolis: Garretson and Gertrude were married to-day.
By Caroline Frear. By D.S. Snedden. By Will S. Monroe. J. Brehse, Leipzig, 1888. See also my Social Aspects of Education; Pedagogical Seminary, March, 1902, vol. 9, pp. 81-91. Also Kropotkin: Mutual Aid a Factor of Evolution. Jahrhunderts. 6th Ed. Pedagogical Seminary, October, 1900, vol. 7, pp. 307-346.
Instead of keeping on, however, they turned into the grove, Kennedy leaning far over the running-board as MacLeod drove slowly, following his directions, as though Craig were tracing something. With a hurried exclamation of surprise, Snedden gave our car the gas and shot ahead, swinging around after them.
Garretson was what Broadway would call "a live one," and, though there is nothing essentially wrong in that, I fancied that I detected, now and then, an almost maternal solicitude on the part of her stepmother, who seemed to be watching both the young man and her husband alternately. Once Jackson and Mrs. Snedden exchanged glances. There seemed to be some understanding between them.
Kennedy had us all following him breathlessly now. "I do not consider it an accident," he went on, rapidly piecing together the facts as we had found them. "Ida Snedden was killed because she was getting too close to some one's secret. Even at luncheon, I could see that she had discovered Gertrude's attachment for Garretson.
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