The States and Union. [volume] (Ashland, Ohio) 1868-1872, 1869-12-08

Hutton, dashing a food of tears from
his eyes. "Will this long agony neve
be over Z" ..
We hope so. and even believe so,
answered Mrs. Preble, with the firm
ness of an unfaltering trust in Godl
mercy. "The last message we receiv
ed from our enemy seems to point tt
some kind o: change"
"True," assented DR.. Hutton, look
ing at the message in question. 81
is unlike the others. 1t says that his
reward is at hand He means either
that he intends to marry your daught
er, or that he intends to demand mon
ey Of you for bringing her back-o'
both"
"We shall soon know" said Mrs
Preble, with forced calfnness, "To'
day we shall have another message, nc
doubt. What will it be ?" The bank
er turned restlessly on his sofa, and
his face grew even paler.
"Whatever it is, let it come T. he
murmured "Anything can be borne
better than this awful suspense. Let
il GOMEZ
As if his impatient words had pre-
cipitated crisis o step was h card on
the walk at this moment, and ring
at the front door followed. .slEs.
"Another messager n brsathsd the
banker, .-a -.s, ..-..-.,E =.
A servant soon entered, bearing q
letter, which he extended to Mr.: Pre-
BILE, saying: 5l -. -.
s"The bearer is in the hail. q, g
j.. With an eager gaze, the banker
glanced at the superscription of the
mi esive. -ss-7 ,.i s-..--..-'.
ut is from him r he faltered. o.,
He tore the envelope open. III. tn.
1t contained a slip of paper, of we'll
known shape, and appearance, upon
which was scrawled single line, in
an equally well known handwriting,
which the banker exhibited to his wife
and the physician
This line was as follows:
August 9, 1868. at siz will eaHf'
A shock of wonder and horror shook
the three simultaneously! i-,-
''Will call v' cried Mr.. Preble, start
ing to his ieet, and glaring wildly
around. .''-
us coming here?" cried Mrs. Pre-
BILE, also arising. -- -. '''.-:
at seems So" said DIR. Hutton, his
eyes again reverting to the message.
He will be here at six o'clock, and
see! it is six already" !" ..-..,-..s}sI
Even as he spoke, the clock on. the
commenced striking the
appointed hour, and at that instant
heavy footsteps resounded in the hall,
the library. =,
''ft is hep cried the doctor, also
arising. g
AS the last stroke of the hour re-
the door leading from the
nall again opened
One long and Mortified glance cast
,he banker and his wife in that direc
ion, and then she fell heavily to the
floor.
Her senses had left her The above
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