The Plymouth Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1869-1941, 1869-12-09

the abductor of your childr' said DR.. Hutton.
Have you any suspicion as to his IDENTIFY
mot the slightest, said Mr.. Preble. I'VE have
puzzled over the problem for many years, but we
cannot guess who he is.
Think" said the doctor. Have you no enc
my do not mean people with whom you are not
triendly-every stirring man has plenty of these
but downright enemyl ls there no man whom
you knew in the East who hated your No one
against whom you were called upon to testify-no
one whom you possibly inluredF'
The banker shook his head He had asked him
self all these questions repeatedly.
Il have no such enemy, DOCTOR" he answered
with sincerity OF voice and manner.
And Mrs. Prebleg" suggested the doctor turn
g to her mo &c a.ae wm1
homer"
NO" said the lady. 81 was married early.
Morton was my first lover -
This Is strange-very strange ]" muttered the
doctor. "You are not conscious of having an
enemy in the world and yet you have an enemy-a
hidden foe-a lend in human form-who is working
out against you fearful hatredl And you have not
| the slightest suspicion as 10 whom he is.
mot the slightest" declared the banker.
|" Not the slightestr' echoed Mrs. Preble. " My
husband had step brother who might have been
capable of this infamy-but he is deadl >
''The handwriting is not famar?'
- No. 1t is merely a rude scrawl, az yOu see, +"
said the banker. 1T suggests nothing-except
| that it is evidently disguisedin
Again there was profound silence.
length murmured Mrs. Preble, her voice trembling.
"She is on the threshold of womanhood. No
doubt during all these years, she has yearned for
heri''
But where is she's" asked the physician-and
his yoce broken By biz deep pa
Heaven only knows" answered the mother.
| Perhaps in San Francisco-pe perhaps in some rude
| under a name that is not hers 1 think her alb
ductor would have carried her TO some lonely re.
gion of the Interior among the valleys and noun
| tains Yet never see young girl in the streets
| L
girsh voice without listening eagerly, half fan
cying that it may prove the voice of my lost
"Oh, plying heaven!'' sighed DR.. Hutton, dash
ing flood of tears from his eyes, "Will this long
| agony never be Overs"
I'VE hope So and even believe so,' answered
| Mrs. Preble. with the frmness of an unfaterine
trust in Gods mercy. The last message we re
ceived from our enemy seems TO point to SONS
"True,'' asscnted DR.. Hutton, looking at tn,
message in question. at is unlike the Others
II Gays that his reward is at hand He mean
either that he intends to marry your daughter, o
that he intends to demand money of you 70
bringing her back or both"
hq soon said s MTs ,aT o W,f
message, no doubt. What will it be?'
The banker turned restlessly on his sofa, and hi
| whatever it is let it Gomez he murmured
Anything can be borne better than this awfu
+ suspense. Let it Gomez"
As if his impatient words had precipitated
| crisis, step was heard the walk at thi
moment, and ring at the front door followed.
Another messsgc!" breathed the banker.
| he extended 10 Mr. Preble. saying:
The bearer Is in the hall"
With an eager gaze, the banker glanced at tn
| supcrscription of the missive.
i, | . II is from him ~ re fatered.
He tore the envelope open.
1t contained slip of paper, Of well-know
! shape and appearance, upon which was scrawle
a single line, in an equally well-knOwn han(
writing, which the banker exhibited to his wife an
the physician.
, This line was as follows:
August 9, 1858. At sir I1ciN call ~
shock of wonder and horror shook the thre
, simultaneously
will call II cried Mr. Prebe, starting to his fee
and glaring wildly around.
, is coming here:" cried Mrs. Preble, ais
! arising.
! 1T seems So" said Dr. Hutton his eyes agai
reverting to the message. lie Will be here at 81
. O'Clock, and see it is six already.n
E commenced striking the appointed hour. and .
that instant heavy footsteps resOunded in the hal
| approaching The library.
1T is he - cried the doctor, also arising.
Ar the last stroke Of the hour resOunded, tll
| door leading from the hall again opened.
; One long and Mortified glance cast the banke
| and his wife i'm that direction, and then she fe
heavily to the floor.
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