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FALFl RRIAS FACTS. FALFURRIAS. TEXAS
Author of
“Grsustsrk," "The
Hollow of Her
Hand,'' “ Lever ly of
Cieuatark." “The
By GEORGE BARR McCUTCHEON EPeLSI
GREEN FANCY LIARS.
Synopsis.—Thomas K. Barnes,
a wealthy young New Yorker,
on a walking trip In New Eng-
land near the Canadian border,
1b given a lift lu an automobile
by a mysterlouH and attractive
girl hound for a house culled
Green Fancy. At Hart's tavern
Barnes finds a stranded troupe
of “barnstorming” actors, of
which Lyndon Rushcroft Is the
star nnd "Miss Thackeray” the
leading lady. They are doing
hotel work for their hoard. He
learns Green Fancy Is a house
of mystery. That night two
mounted men leave the tavern
under odd circumstances. One
la shot dead near by; the other
Is brought back dying. Thu
sheriff detains Bnrnes. Green
Fancy guests appear nnd say
the mystery does not concern
Green Fancy.
CHAPTER V—Continued.
The two men looked at him, plainly
perplexed.
“When was all this?” Inquired De
Soto.
“Enrly last evening. Ho picked up
your latest guest at the corners, nnd
she Insisted In his driving me to the
tavern beforo the storm broke. I’ve
been terribly nnxlous about her. She
must have been caught out In all that
frightful—”
“What’s this you are saying, Mr.
Barnes?” cut In De Soto, frowning.
“No guest arrived at Green Fnncy last
evening, nor was one expected.”
Barnes stared. “Do you mean to
say that she didn’t get there, after
all?"
“She? A woman, was It?” demand-
ed O’Dowd. “Bcdnd, If she said she
was coming to Green Fancy she was
spoofing you. Are you sure it was old
I’eter who gave you that Jolly ride?”
“No, I am not sure,” said Barnes
uneasily. “She was afoot, having
walked from the station below. I met
her at the corners and she asked me if
I knew how far It was to Green
Fancy, or something like that Said
she was going there. Then along came
the Rutomoblle, rattling down this
very road—an ancient Panhnrd driven
by an old codger. She seemed to think
dt was all right to hop in and trust
herself to him, although she'd never
seen him before.”
**The antique Pan hard fits in all
right" said O'Dowd, “but Pm hanged
if the woman fits at all. No such per*
son arrived at Green Fnncy last night.”
“Did you get a square look at the
driver’s face?” demanded De Soto.
“It was almost too dark to see, but
he was old, hatchet-faced, and spoke
with an accent.”
"Then It couldn't have been Peter,"
said De Soto positively. “He’s old,
right enough, but he Is as big ns the
side of a house, with a face like a full
moon, and he is Yunkee to his toes.
By gad, Barnes, the plot thickens 1 A
woman has been added to the mystery.
Now, who the devil is she and what
has become of her?"
CHAPTER VJ.
Charity Begins Far From Home, and
a Stroll In the Wildwood Follows.
Mr. Rushcroft was furious when ho
arose at eleven o’clock on the morning
after the double murder, having slept
like a top through ull of the commo-
tion. He horned nil over the place,
vocal castigations falling right and
left on the guilty nnd the Innocent
without distinction.
"I don’t see how you managed to
sleep through It,” Bnrnes broke in.
"You must have nn unusually clear
conscience, Mr. Rushcroft."
“I haven’t nny conscience at all, sir,”
roared the star. "I hud an unusually
full stomach, thnt’s what was the mat-
iter with me. I take oath now, sir,
never to eat again ns long as I live.
A man who cannot govern his beastly
appetite ought to defy it, If nothing
"I gather from that remark that you
omitted breakfast this morning.”
"Breakfast, sir? In God’s name, I
Implore you not to refer to anythlug
so disgusting ns stewed prunes nnd
bacon at a time like this. My mind
is—”
“How about luncheon? Will you
Join mo nt twelve-thirty?”
“That’s quite another matter,” snld
Mr. Rushcroft readily. "Luncheon Is
an esthetic tribute to the physical In-
telligence of man, if you know what I
mean. I shall be delighted to join you.
"Twelve-thirty, did you say?"
“It would give me great pleasure if
your daughter would also grace the
festal board. I think it Is too had that
she has to go ubout in 'the gown she
wears, Mr. Rushcroft," snld Bnrnes.
“She’s much too splendid for that. I
hnve a proposition I’d like to make to
you later on. I cannot make It. how-
ever, without consulting Miss Thack-
eray's feelings.”
“My dear fellow!” beamed Rush-
croft, selling the other’s hand. “One
Copyright by Dodd, SmuI and Company, Inc.
frequently reads In books about It
coming like this, at first sight, but.
damme, I never dreamed that It ever
really happened. Count on me! She
ought to leave the stage, the deur
child. No more fitted to It than ru
Easter lily. Her place is In the home,
the—”
“Good Lord, I am not thinking of—"
And Barnes, aghast, stopped before
blurting out the words that leaped to
his lips. “I mean to Ray this Is a prop-
osition that may also affect your ex-
cellent companions, Iincon and Dllllng-
ford, as well ns yourself."
At twelve-thirty sharp Barnes came
down from his room freshly shaved
and brushed, to find not only Mr. Rush-
croft nnd Miss Thnckerny awaiting
him In the office, but the Messrs. Dll-
llngford and Bacon ns well.
“I took the liberty, old fellow,” said
Rushcroft, addressing Bnrnes. “of ask-
ing my excellent co-workers to Join us
in our repast.”
“Delighted to have you with us, gen
tlemen,” said Barnes affably.
The sole topic of conversation* for
the first hnlf hour was the mysterious
slaying of their fellow lodgers. Mr.
Rushcroft complained bitterly of the
outrageous, high-hunded action of the
coroner and sheriff In Imposing upon
him nnd his company the same re-
strictions that had been applied to
Barnes. They were not to leave the
county until the authorities gave the
word. One would have thought, to
hear the star’s Indignant lamentations,
that he and his party were in a posi-
tion to depart when they pleased. It
would have been difficult to Imagine
that he was not actually rolling in
money Instead of being absolutely
penniless.
Barnes had been Immersed In his
own thoughts for some time. A slight
frown, as of reflection, dnrkened his
eyes. Suddenly—perhaps impolitely—
he Interrupted Mr. Rushcroft’s flow of
eloquence.
“Hnve you nny objection, Mr. Rush-
croft, to n more or less personal ques-
tion concerning your own private—er—
misfortunes?” be asked, leaning for-
ward.
For a moment one could have heard
a pin drop. Mr. Rushcroft evidently
held his breath. There could bo no
mistake about that.
“It’s rather delicate, but would you
mind telling me just how much you
were stuck up for by the—er—wus It
n writ of attachment?”
“It wns,” said the star. “A writ
of Inquisition, you might as well sub-
stitute. The act of a polluted, impe-
cunious, parsimonious—what shall I
say? Well, I will be as simple as pos-
sible—hotel keeper. Ninety-seven dol-
lars nnd forty cents. For that pitiful
amount he subjected me to—”
“Well, that isn’t so bad," said
Bnrnes, vastly relieved. lie wns cov-
ertly watching Miss Thackeray's bulf-
nverted face ns he ventured upon tho
proposition he had decided to put be-
fore them. “I am prepared and wil-
ling to advance this amount, Mr. Rush-
croft, and to take your personal note
as security.”
Rushcroft leaned back in his chair
and stuck his thumbs In the armholes
of his vest. He displayed no undue
elation. Instead he affected profound
calculations. His daughter shot n
swift, searching look at the would-be
Samaritan. There was n heightened
color In her cheeks.
“Moreover, I shall be happy to In-
crease the umount of the loan suffi-
ciently to cover your return at onco
to New York, If you so desire—by
train." Barnes smiled ns he added the
last two words.
“Extremely kind of you. my dear
Barnes,” said the actor, running his
fingers through his hair. “Tour faith
la tno Is most gratifying. I—I really
don’t know what to say to you, sir."
“May I Inquire Just how you ex-
pect to profit by this transaction, Mr.
Bnrnes?” Miss Thnckerny asked
steadily.
ne started, catching her mennlng.
“My denr Miss Thackerny,” he ex-
claimed. “this transaction Is solely be-
tween your fnther nnd me. I shall
hnve no other claim to press.”
“I wish I could believe that,” she
said.
"You tnny believe it,” he assured
her.
"It Isn’t the usual course.” she snld
quietly, and her face brightened. “You
are not like most men, Mr. Bnrnes.”
“My denr child,” snld Rushcroft,
“you must leave this matter to our
friend and me. I fnncy I know en
honest man when, I see him. My dear
fellow, fortunqrds but temporarily
frowning upon me. In a few weeks
I shall be on my feet again, zipping
along on the crest of the wave. I dare
say I can return the money to you In
a month or six weeks. If—”
“Oh, fnther 1" cried Miss Thackeray.
“We’ll make it six months, nnd I’ll
pay any rate of Interest you desire.
Six per cent, eight per cent, ten per—"
“Six per cent, sir, nnd we will make
It a year from date.”
“Agreed. Get up and dance for ns.
Dllly! We shall be in New York to-
morrow !"
“You forget the dictatorial sheriff.
Mr. Rushcroft,” said Barnes.
“The vnrlet!” burked Mr. Rushcroft.
It was arranged that Dllllngford und
Bacon were to go to Iloruville in a
hired motor that afternoon, secure the
judgment, pay the costs, and attend
to the removul of the personal belong-
ings of the stranded quurtctte from
the hotel to Hurt's Tavern. The
younger actors stoutly refused to uc-
cept Barnes’ offer to pay their bonrd
while at the Tavern. That, they de-
clared, would be charity, and they pre-
ferred his friendship and Ills respect
to anything of that sort. Miss Thack-
erny, however, was to be Immediately
relieved of her position as chamber-
maid. She was to become a paying
guest.
Rushcroft took the whole affair with
the most noteworthy complacency. He
seemed to regard It ns his due, or
more properly spea’.ing as If he were
doing Barnes a great favor In allowing
him to lend money to a person of his
Importance.
"A thought has Just come to me,
my denr fellow,” he remarked ns they
arose from table. “With the proper
kind of backing I could put over one
of the most stupendous things the the-
ater has known In fifty years. I don’t
mind saying to you—although It’s
rather sub rosa—that I hnve written a
play—a four-net drama that will pack
the biggest house on Broadway to the
roof for ns many months us we’d care
to stay. Perhaps you will allow me
to talk It over with you a little later
ou. You will he Interested, I'm cure.
Rushcroft Took the Whole Affair With
the Most Noteworthy Complacency.
Egad, sir, I’ll rend the play to you.
I’ll—What ho, landlord. Huve your
best automobile sent around to tho
door ns quickly ns possible. A couple
of my men nre going to Hornvllle to
fetch hither my—’’
“Just a minute,” Interrupted Put-
nam Jones, wholly unimpressed. “A
man just called you up on the phone,
Mr. Barnes. I told him you wns en-
tertaining royalty at lunch and
couldn’t be disturbed. So he asked
me to hnve you cull him up us soon
as you revived. Ills words, not mine.
Call up Mr. O’Dowd at Green Fancy.
Here’s the number.”
The mellow voice of the Irishman
soon responded to Bnrnes’ call.
“I called you up to relieve your
mind regarding the young woman who
came last night,” he suld. “You ob-
serve that I say ’came.’ She’s quite
all right, safe nnd sound, nnd no cause
for uneasiness. I thought you mount
that she wns coming hose as a guest,
nnd so I made the very natural mis-
take of saying she hadn't come nt all*
at all. The young woman In question
Is Mrs. Van Dyke's muld. But, bless
me soul, how wns I to know she wns
even In existence, much less expected
by train or motor or Shanks’ more?
Well, she’s here, so there’s the end of
our mystery."
Barnes was slow in replying. He
was doubting his own ears. It wns not
conceivable thnt nn ordinary—or even
nn extraordinary—lady's maid could
hnve possessed the exquisite voice nnd
manner of his chance acquaintance of
the day before, or th, temerity to
order that sour-faced chauffeur about
as If— The rhnuffeur!
"But I thought you snld that Mr.
Curtis’ chauffeur wns moon-faced
and—"
“He Is, hedad,” broke In Mr.
O’Dowd, chuckling. "That’s what de-
ceived me entirely, and no wonder. It
wasn’t Peter at all, but the rapscullton
washer who went after her. He was
Instructed to tell Peter to meet the
four o'clock train, and the btockhend
forgot to give the order. Bedad, what
does he do hut sneak out after her
himself, scared out of his hoots for
fear of what he was to get from Peter.
I had tho whole story from Mrs. Van
Dvke.’’
“Well, Tm tremendously relieved,-
snld Barnes slowly.
"And so am I," said O’Dowd with
conviction. “I hnve seen the heroine
of our busted romance. She's a good-
looking girl. I'm not surprised that
she kept her veil dowu. If you were
to leave It to me, though, I'd say
that It’s a sin to carry dlacretlon so
fur as nil that. You see what I meun,
don’t you?” His rich luugh came over
the wire.
“Perfectly. Thank you for letting
me know. My mind Is at reat. Good-
h.v." As he hung up the receiver he
suld to himself, “You are a most af-
fable, convincing chap, Mr. O'Dowd,
but I don’t believe a word you say.
Thnt woman U no lady’s maid, and
you’ve known all the time that she
was there.”
At four o'clock he set out alone for
a tramp up the mountain rnud In
which the two men had been shot
down. His mind was quite clear.
Rood and Paul were not ordinary rob-
bers. They were, no doubt, honest
men. He would hnve said thnt they
were thieves bent on hurglnrlzlng
Green Fancy were It not for the dis-
closures of Miss Thuckeray and the
very convincing proof thnt they were
not shot by the same man.
It was not beyond reason—Indeed.
It was quite probable—thnt they were
trying to cross the border; in that
event their reul operations would be
confined to the Canadian side of the
line. lie could not free himself of the
Suspicion that Green Fancy possessed
the key to the sltuutlon. Boon and his
companion could not have had the
slightest Interest In his movements up
to the Instnnt he encountered the
young woman at the crossroads. Ills
busy brain suddenly suffered the shock
of a distinct conclusion. Wus she a
fellow conspirator? Wns she the In-
side worker nt Green Fancy lu a well-
laid plan to rifle the pluce?
Could it be possible that she was
tho Confederate of these painstaking
agents who lurked with sinister pa-
tience outside the very gates of the
place culled Green Fnncy?
Ills ramble carried him far beyond
the spot where Rood’s body wns found
and where young Conley had come
upon the tethered horses. Ills eager,
curious gaze swept the forest to the
left of the road In search of Green
Fnncy. Overcome by a rash, daring
Impulse, he climbed over the stake
nnd rhler fence nnd sauntered among
the big trees which so far hnd ob-
scured the house from view. The trees
grew very thickly on tho slope, and
they were unusually lurge. He pro-
gressed deeper Into the wood. At the
end of what must hnve been a mile
he halted. There wns no sign of habi-
tation, no Indication that man hnd
ever penetrated so.fnr Into the forest.
As he wns on the point of retracing
his steps toward the road his gnze
fell upon a huge moss-covered rock
less than a hundred yards away. He
stared, and gradually it began to take
on angles and plnnes and recesses of
the most astounding symmetry. Un-
der his widening gaze It was trans-
formed Into a substantial object of
cubes and gables nnd—yes, windows.
He wns looking upon the strange
home of the even stranger Mr. Cur-
tis—Green Fancy.
Now he understood why It wns
called Green Fancy. Its surroundings
were no greener than Itself; It seemed
to melt Into the foliage, to become a
part of the nntural landscape. Moun-
tain Ivy literally enveloped It. Ex-
posed sections of the house were paint-
ed green; the doors were green; the
lenfy porches nnd their columns, the
chimney pots, the window hangings—
all were the color of the unchanging
forest. And It was a place of huge
dimensions, low and long nnd rum-
bling.
“ ’Gud," he snld to himself, “what
manner of crank Is he who would
bury himself like this? Of all the
crazy Ideas I ever—’’
His reflections ended there. A wom-
an crossed his vision; a woman stroll-
ing slowly toward him through the In-
tricate avenues of the wlldwood.
Barnes meets “Mrs. Van
Dyke’s maid,” and the mys-
tery deepens.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Longfellow Justly Popular.
Longfellow is Justly popular ns the
poet who, above all other poets of this
country, hns expressed with n vnrled
nnd finished nrt the simple, natural,
elemental nffeettons and sentiments.
Ills literary productions nre confined
almost entirely to those In poetic form.
Hyperion, n rather florid romance, nnd
Kavanngh, a romance of somewhnt bet-
ter quality, nre the two exception*. His
well-known "Psalm of Life,” "The
Song of Hiawatha," "Evnngellne,” and
mnny other poems hnve made his
name a familiar household word, and
every schoolboy Is familiar with "The
Village Blacksmith." “The Wreck of
the Hesperus,” nnd the “Building of
the 8hlp,” which are the melodious
phrasing of thoughts nnd feelings dear
to the children even of a larger growth.
Kettledrum It Old.
The Greeke and Romans danced to
the accompaniment of the tympanum
—from which our modern kettledrum
hns been adapted—but failed to apply
this Instrument of percussion to wai*
fare, snd It .4s not till the seventh
century thnt the Moon and Sancens
of Spain Introduced the drum among
European soldiery, having themselves
acquired It from th* Hindus through
Persian traders. The ancient word
“taber”—or as the French call It
“tambour” denotes the origin, the
Persian word for drum being tablr.
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