The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1869-11-20

"Not the slgh.est,n echoed Mrs Prehle "My hus7
band mad step brother who might have been caps
BILE OF this infamy-but he b dead ~
1.-THE handwriting ID not familiarP'
ono. II is merely scrawl, "a you see, said the
banker. at suggests nothing-except that IL 10 EVIL
Again there was profound silence.
"Our child Is seventeen years old now" a. iene5 n
is on the threshold Of womanhood No doubt, dur.
ing all these years she has yearned Tor us Wherever
she may be, az we have yearned fof her"
"But where Is she 20 asked the physician-and now.
his voice was broken ny his deep sympathy win the
agonized parents. "Where can she be ~
"Heaven only knowsn answered the mothers,
Perhaps in San Francisco; perhaps In some rud&
NUT IN the INFERIOR with some ns
would have carried her to some lonely region OF the
interior, among the valleys and mountains fet
never see young girl in the streets without turning
to look at her. never hear girlish voice withoue
listening eagerly half fancying that it may PROVE
"Oh, plying Heaven p sighed DR.. Hutton, DASH
Ing nood Of tears from his eyes, "win this long
I'VE hope so and even believe So" answered Mrs.
Preble, with the nrmness OF an unfaterng trust IN
enemy seems TO point TO some kind OF change.n
True = assented Dr: Hutton. looking at the mes:
taat his reward is at nand' He means either thas
he intends to marry your daughter that he intends
to demand money Of you FOR bringing her back-or
1--WE shall soon know" said Mrs. Preble, with
forced calmness "roday we shall have another
The banker turned restiessiy on his sofa, and hia
face grew even paer.
..Whatever it is let 1t come" he murmured.
pense. Let 1t comep'
AS II his impatient words had precpitate6 crisis,
q step was heard on the walk at tins moment and
ring at the front door followed.
Another message!" breathed the banker
extended to Mr. PreDle saying:-
"The bearer Is In the hail."
With an eager gaze, the banker glanced at the sue
prescription OF the missve.
b at is from him ~ ne fatered.
He tore the envelope open.
and appearance upon which was scraWled single
line, In an equally well known handwriting, which
the banker exhibited to his wife and the physician.
'August Q, 1868. At six will call ~
shock OF wonder and horror shook the three
'wlll calr, cried Mr.. Prebe, starring to his feet
"is coming here ~ cried MRS. Preble also arls.
ut seems So" said DR.. Hutton his eyes again re-
verting to the message. lie Will be here at siX
O'Clock, and see 1t Is Six already"
Even as ne spoke the clock on the mantelpiece
instant heavy footsteps resounded In the hail. app
preaching the library.
As the last stroke Of the hour resounded the doot
leading from the hall again opened.
his wife in that direction and then she fell heavily
Her Her senses had left her. The above we publish al
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