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THE REPUBLICAN : ALGONA, IOWA, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 4, 1891. CHAPTER VI. Jta. GORBY MAKES FtJBTHEn DlSCOVEfttBS. When Mr. Gorby loft Possum Villa no doubt remained in his mind AS to who had committed the murder. The gentleman in the light coat had threatened to murder Whyte, oven in the open street—these last words being especially significant—and there Was no doubt that he had carried out. his threat. What the detective had now to do was to find who the gentleman in the light Coat was, -where he lived, and, having found out theso facts, ascertain his doings on the night of the murder. Mrs. Hableton had described him, but was ignorant of his name, and her very vague description might apply to dozens of young men in Melbourne. There was only one person who, in Mr. Gorby's opinion, could tell the name of the gentleman ill the light coat, and that was Moreland, the intimate friend of tho dead man. What puzzled the detectivo was that Moreland should bo ignorant of his friend's tragic death, seeing that tho papers were full of the murder, and that tho reward gave an excellent description of the personal appearance of the deceased. The only way in which Gorby could account for Hoi-eland's extraordinary silence was that he was out of town, and had neither seen the papers nor heard any one talking about the murder. If this was tho case he might either stay away for an indefinite time or might come back after a few days. At all events it was worth while going down to St. Kilila in the evening on the chance that Moreland might have returned to town and would call and see his friend. So, after his tea, Mr. Gorby put on his hat and went down to Possum Villa on what ho could not help (acknowledging to himself was a very slender possibility. Mrs. Habletou opened the door for him, and in silence led the way into her own sitting room. They were barely seated when a knock came at the front door, loud and decisive, on hearing which Mrs. Hableton sprang hastily to her feet. "That may be Mr. Moreland," she said. "1 never 'ave visitors in the evenin', bein 1 a lone widder, and if it is 'im I'll bring 'im in 'ere." She went out, and presently Gorby, who was listening intently, heard a man's voice ask if Mr. VVhyte was at homo. "No, sir, be ain't," answered the landlady, "but there's a gentleman in his room askin' after 'im. Won't you come in, sir?" "For a rest, yes," returned the visitor, and immediately afterwards Mrs. Hableton appeared, ushering in the late Oliver Whyte's most intimate friend. He was a tall, slender man, with a pink and white complexion, curly fair hair, and a drooping straw colored mustache—altogether a strikingly aristocratic indi vidual. He was well dressed in a fashionable suit of check, and had a cool, nonchalant air about him. "And where is Mr. Whyte to-night?" he asked, sinking into a chair, and talcing no more notice of the detective than if ho had been an article of furniture. "Haven't you seen him lately?" asked the detective, quickly. Mr. Moreland stared in an insolent manner at his questioner for a few moments; o.« if ho were debating the advisability of nnsworing or not At last he apparently decided that ho would, for slowly pulliug o(F ;ine glove he leaned back in hi» chair. "No, 1 have not," ho said, with a yawn. "I have been up the country for a few clays, and only arrived back this evening, so I have not won him for over a week. Why do you nskf Tho detective did not answer, but stood looking at the young man before him in a thoughtful manner. "I hope." said Morulond, nonchalantly, "f hope you will know mo again, my friend; but I didii't know Whyto had started n lunatic asylum during my absence. Who aro you?" Mr. Gorby camo forward and stood under too gaslight. "My name is Gorby, sir, and I ain a detective," he said quietly. "Ah! indeed,'-'said Moreland, coolly looking him up and down. "What has Whyto boen doing, running away with some one's wifo, e!i.- I know ho has little weaknesses of that sort." Gorby shook his head. ' "Do you know where Mr. Whyte is to b-j found 3'"' he asheJ cautiously. Moreland laughed. "Not I, my friend," said he lightly. "1 presume he is somewhere about "hero, as thesa are his headquarters. What's he been doing? Nothing that can surprise me, I assure you— ho was always an erratic individual, anil" "lla paid reg'ler," interrupted Mrs. Hable- ton, pursing up her lips. "A most enviable reputation to possess," answereil tlvs other with a sneer, "and one I'm 'afrai.l I'll never enjoy. But why all this r.vwtiouiugr.bout Whyte? What's tho matter tnrew her apron over ner face, out too de- tectivo sat unmoved, though Moreland'a lost remark had considerably startled him. "What's tho matter?" said Moreland, turning to Mrs. Hableton. "Don't bo afraid; I didn't kill him; no, but I met him last' Thursday week, and I left for the country on Friday morning at half-past 0." "And what time did you meet Whyto on Thursday night?" asked Gorby. "Let me see," said Moreland, crossing his legs and looking thoughtfully up to tho ceiling, "it was about half-past 0 o'clodk. I was in the Orient hotel, on Bourke street. We had a drink together and then went up tho street to a hotel in Russell street, whero we had another. In fact," said Moreland, coolly, "wo had several other drinks." "Yes," said Gorby, placidly. "Go on." "Well of—it's hardly the thing to confess it," said Moreland, looking from ono to tho othor with a pleasant smile, "but in a case' liko this, I feel it my duty to throw all social scruples aside. We both got very drunk." "Ah I Whyto was, as wo know, drunk •svhoii ho got into tho cab—and you ?" "Was not quite so bad as Whyte," answered the other. "I had my senses about me. I fancy ho left tho hotel somo minutes before 1 o'clock on Friday morning." "And what did you do?" "I remained in the hotel. He left his over-, coat behind him, and I picked it up and fol-< lowed him shortly afterward to return it. I was too drunk to see what direction ho had] gono iu, and stood leaning against tho hotel 1 door in Bourlto street with the coat in my hand. Then somo one camo up, and, snatching the coat out of my hand, made off with it, and tho last thing I remember was shouting out, 'Stop, thief!' Then I must have fallen down, for next morning I was in bed with all my clothes on, and they were very muddy. I got up and left town for the country by the 0:30 train, so I know nothing about the matter until I camo back to Melbourne to-night. That's all I know." "And you had no impression that Whyte was watched that night?" "No, I had not," answered Moreland, frankly. "Ho was in pretty good spirits, though ho was put out at first." "What was tho cause of his beinRputout'" Moreland arose, and, going to a side table, brought Whyte's album, which ho laid on tho t'ablo aud opened in silence. Tho contents wore very much tho same as tho photographs in tho room, burlesque actresses and ladies of the ballet predominating; but Mr. Moreland turned over tho pagos till nearly tho end, when ho stopped at a largo cabinet photograph, ajpd pushed the album toward Mr. U-orb}-. "That was tho cause," he said. It was tho portrait of a charmingly pretty girl, dressed in white, with a sailor hat on her fair hair, and holding a lawn tennis racket She "•:.;; bending half forward, with a winning sin.ie, and iu the background was a mass of somo tropical plants. Mrs. Hablo- ton gave a cry of surprise at seeing ^this. "Why, it's Miss Frcttlby," sho said. How did ho know her?' "Knew her father—letters of introduction, and all that sort of thing." said Mr. Moreland, glibly. "Ah, indeed?" said Mr. Gorby slowly. "So Mr. Whyto knew Mark Frettlby, the millionaire; but how did ho obtain a photograph of the daughter?" "Sho gavo it to him," said Moreland. "Tho t';vjt is, Whyto was very much in love with Miss Frettlby." "A:id sho" "Was iu love with some ono else," finished BILL NYE ANDSArBDOU, WORKING TOGETHER, THEY GOULD MAKE THE WELKIN RING. The f rouble with Stmlou IM That He Is Short on Local Ongs nuct Ilia Humor Is Too Hlood entitling—-ttraee Uj>, Snrd.i n nil Try Again. [Copyright, 1891, by Edgar W. Jtya.] NEW YORK, October.—"Thormidor" ia a beantiftil French play, -written by my fellow dramatist Victorien Sardou, the author of "Fedora" and other melodramatic, tragic and highly whooping plays. Probably the stage offers few better illustrations of direct and diagonal contrast in dramatic treatment than that ot Mr. Sardou and my own. "Theruiidor" ia a play which covers but one day. This offers no opportunity for children to grow up or sixty day notes to com* to maturity. It is a very busy day, however, being one of tho.s,? days during the Reign of Terror when the mighty meat ax of that mercurial people had so much to do. with him.-' 1 "ll'j'-i dead!" said Gorby, abruptly. All Moreland'-i nonchalance vanished on hear:::;; this, and ha started up out of hi? chair. "Dead," ho repeated mechanically. "What do you mean?" "I mean that Mr. Oliver "Whyto was murdered in a hansom cab." Jlorela::.-! staml at the detective in a puzzled sort of way, and passed his hand across his forehead. "Escusj 1110, ray head is in a whirl," he said, as h? sat down again. "Whyto mur- I'.ered! Eo was nil right when I left him nearly two weeks ago." '•Haven't you seen tho papers?" asked Gorby. "Not f'X- tho last two weeks," replied Moreland. "I have bee;i up country, and it was only 0:1 iv.-rivin;; back iu town to-night that I heard about tho murder at all, as my laud- lady gavo mo a garbled account of it, but I never i'or a moment connected it with Whyte, and cam i down horo to see him, as I had asrevl to ii j whon I left. Poor fellow I poor fellow! poor fellow!" and much overcome, he buried hi; face in his hands. Mr. G.ii'by was touched by his evident distress, ar.d eve:i Mrs. Hableton permitted a small te::r to roll down one hard cheek as c.< tribute of sorrow and sympathy. Presently Morelan; 1 raised hi* head, and spoke.to Gorby ia a husky Lone. "Tell mo nil about it," he said, leaning his^ cheek on hi.-; hand. "Everything you know." Ho placed his elbows on tho tablo, and buried his face in his hands again, while tho detectivo sat down and related all that he knew about Whyte's murder. When it was done he lifted up his head, and looked sadly at tho detective. "If I had boon iu town," ho said, "this would not have happened, for I vraa always besida Why to." "You knew him very well, sir?" said the detective, in a sympathetic tone. "We were liko brothers," replied Moreland, mournfully. "I cauio out from England in foe samo steamer with him, and used: to visit him constantly here." Mrs. Hableton uodded her head to imply that-such was the case. "In fact," said Mr. Morelaad, after a mc- HWit's thought, "I -believe I was with liiai the nigbt Ue was Jtra, "Exactlyl" "Yes. she loved a Mr. Brian Fitzgerald, to whom sho is now engaged. He was mad on her, and Whyte and lie used to quarrel over the young lady desperately." "Indeed!" said Mr. Gorby. "And do you know this Mr. Fitzgerald?'' "Oh, dear, no!" answered tho other, cooDy. "Whyte's friends were not mine. Ho was a rich young man who had good introductions. I am only a poor dovil on the outskirts of society, trying to push my way in the world." "You know his personal appearance, of course?" observed Mr. Gorby. "Oh, yos, I can tell you that," said Moreland. "In fact, he's not at all unlike me, which I tnko to bs rather a compliment, as he is said to be good looking. He is tall, rather fair, talks in a bored sort of manner, and is altogether what ono would call a heavy swell; out you must have seen him," he went on, turning to Mrs Habletou; "ha was hero thrco or four weeks ago, Why /0 told mo." "Oh, that .was Mr. Fitzgerald, was it?" said Mrs. H.',')leton, in surprise. "Yes, ha was rather 1:.TO you; and so tho lady they quarreled over must have been Miss Fret- tlby." "Very likely," said Moreland, rising. "Well, I'm oil'. Hero's my address," putting a card in GorbyV, hand. "I'm glad to be of any use to you in this matter, as Whyte was my dearest friend, and I'll do all in my power to help you to find out tho murderer." "I don't think that is a very difficult matter," said Mr. Gorby, slowly. "Oh, you have suspicious?" said Moreland, looking at him. "I have." ' -Then who do you think murdered Why te?" Mr. Gorby paused a moment, and then said deliberately: "I havo an idea—but I am not certain— when I am certain, I'll speak." "You think Fitzgerald killed my friend," said Moreland. ''I see it in your face." Mr. Gorby smiled. "Perhaps," he said, ambicuously. "Wait till I am certain." (To be Continued.) Back numbers ••! this story will bo furnished to subscribers on application. "They say," wrote Nellie, "that poor Miss Hawkins has gone into a decline. Is itso?" "Yes," replied Billy, "she has. I got some of the decline last night." Snodgrasb (to trauip who has asked for assistance)—I have nothing for you. You are a lazy loafer. Tramp (with dignity)—You do me an injustice, sir. I am a passive member of the Ancient Order of Sons of Rest. Don't storm the system as you would a fort. It' held by the enemy, constipation, gently persuade it to surrender with DeWitt's Little Early Risers. These little pills are wonderful convineers. "Well, he asked me and I suid 'Yes' and then he just stood up and folded his arms." "What! He was uo more interested than that?" "Oh, but you see I was in them when he folded them." DeWitt's Barsaparilla cleanses the blood, increases the appetite and tones up the system. It has benefitted many people who have suffered from blood disorders. It will help you. Free A. Sample Copy of St. Louis Life.a finely illustrated funny paper, aud a beautiful water-color painting for the parlor. Seed ten cents in stamps to ST. Louis LIFE, 4-16 506 Oliver St., St. Louie, Mo. LOVING A. GROWING CHILD. The motif of the play is tho discovery by the sans culottes of a young woman who is evidently a child of aristocratic birth. That was her offense. It was enough in those days. If I had lived in those times I would have returned to my early methods and eaten my pie with my knife. That way only safety seemed to lie. To bo an aristocrat or the child of an aristocrat at that time was a most unhealthy thing to do. This young lady is Fabienne Lecoul- teux. The part is played by Miss Do Wolfe, who certainly earns her salary, being pulled around over the stage by the wrist most all of the time, either by her lover or the sans cuZoiie, canaille and razzle-dazzle of the highly sensitive and explosive French nation. She seems to be in an almost constant scuffle with some one while asking all hands to be kind enough to avaunt. No one in the audience weeps. The heart is not touched. You watch the spectator during the entire play and you see no 'tear—only the wild, frightened, apprehensive eye of one who has just lighted a 10-inch cannon firecracker and is wait.ing for it to bust. Martial Hugon is the lover of this girl, and although she is very fond of him, she is almost sure that it is not right, for she has associated herself with the Ursuline Sisters, thinking him dead. So she is all torn up in her mind, and when at the end of the play she was led away to be beheaded I could see that she was really glad of it. In Sardou's work, the whole play and all its characters cluster about the guillotine in the last act. In mine they gather about a watermelon. How different the motive! How diametrically and totally different the method and the motif! Labussiere is an old friend and schoolmate of Martial, and he gives his attention entirely to saving the life of the unfortunate Fabienne, but fails after all, so that in the last act we have the pleasure of seeing her go to the guillotine and her lover shot down like a big red steer in the Chicago abattoirs. For this reason we say as we go away: "It is mechanically perfect. No critic will ever attack the construction of this play, but I never shall want to see it again." In the first act Labussiere rescues Fa- bieune from as tough a crowd of Norman washerwomen as ever sozzled their soiled linen in the Seine. He being a clerk (pronounced clark) in the department of public safety, aids in saving her from the mob and directing her and her lover to the house of Mine. Berillon, where another GrEeco-Roman scuffle occurs between Martial and Fabienne, he trying to get her to fly with him on a buffet car to some unknown land where they can revel in each other's love and cracked wheat far beyond the power of la guillotine, "where royal foot hath never trod nor bigot forged a chain; oh, would that I were safely back in that bright land again!" Fabienne concludes at last that her love for Martial is wicked, as it gives her delight and takes her attention away from her devotions. She iinally, therefore, decides to go to the beheading works so that she may love him in heaven alone. He dr.es not like this, preferring to love her in both places, both here and hereafter. A great many people are that way. It may be wrong in some respects, but I favor that method myself. Labussiere's occupation, of course, horrifies bo'l'i Fabienne and Martial when they l»aow of it, for all the "dockets," or, as we would say, indictments, pass through his hands, but when they learn that he loses a good many of them ever and anon they are more reconciled. La- bussiero is a first rate character well played. So is that of Martial. This character is taken by Mr. Robertson, an Englishman, who passed a very pleasant evening a short time ago by my side at the Lambs' dinner in New York. He is an Englishman who has enthusiasm even for American institutions. Every one in the audience liked him very muc^ Fabieuoe was not | successful. She ttfroagtsti efflo- Honal parts eter created, no doubt, bat she did not seem to quite save her pedto during the play, If I may be permitted to make use of such a word to aid mo in dealing with a dramatic subject. She certainly took sufficient exercise during the playi but she did not enlist the sympathy of capital during the job. It is true she has a most difficult part. To portray the violent and conflicting emotions of love for a devoted and brave fellow liko Martial; to show the dread and horror of a death HO disgraceful as that of public execution, together with the workings of the abnormal growth which she is using as a conscience and the violent hand to hand conflict between her love for Martial and her devotion to the rules of her church, all require wonderful skill and power, so it ia not surprising that Miss Do Wolfe, whoso strongest recommendation is that sho is "well connected," does not seem to lay hold upon those laurels which the American audience is only too ready and too willing to bestow upon the slightest merit. To be well connected is a great gift, but it must be accompanied by genius and industry. Look at Elliott F. Shepard. He could not have succeeded even as he IMS if he had not had those together with means. Mr. Shepard's wonderful success as a journalist and after dinner speaker has been the result not alone of a most talented marriage, but because he has worked and toiled and written up scoop after scoop and invited people to dinner that he might interview them vicariously by means of a bright reporter concealed behind the arras, or tho screen, or the clotheshorse in the dining room. No, good blood and lofty and durable connections alone will not win great things. We must add to these ability, worth and industry. Miss De Wolfe will perhaps do better some day, but some of tho audience seemed to doubt that even. She has not even the fatal gift of beauty. This of course is no crime, I ain glad to state, but where a rather plain man who keeps out of sight may be tolerated, a plain woman on the stage, unless she is playing tho front legs of the " Wang" elephant, needs soim ability, beauty or a scandalous record to which she may point with pride. Returning again to Sardou, however, let us see wherein his methods differ from my own. In the first place, he no doubt builds his plays with a far different motive. He intends at the start to monkey with one's emotions and wring the neck of one's mirth. He certainly succeeds. I have not felt so depressed since visiting the tomb of Napoleon. In visiting the tomb of that great but unsuccessful gentleman at the Hotel for Invalids in Paris, I was very roughly handled by an elderly policeman because The North Street STEAM LAUNDRY I have lately put in a newj polishing acljjne^and BM now prepared to do ' compare with liiat of any §S!M"'L/VtJNDRY. Washiig will be collected and "delivered at a the city. Give The North St L»undry a trial. Leave orders at P. O., Box 1 y part of eet Steam D, B. AVEY, HARNESS -:- 1 And dealer in HOESE SUJ Neatly done on short n At Lacy's old stand, op nant House, Algona, Iowa PARI given to all nware, Oas- ies Wring- uruaccs and do plumbing nnrt <jas Pine flttfe. 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