Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1869-11-25

cfcnfy Seems g feiuf TO some
kind of change.
'.Truc," assented DR.. Hutton, looking
at the message in question. 1T is un-
like the others. 1t says that his RE-
ward is at hand He means either
that he intends to marry your daugh-
ter, or that he intends to demand mon
ey of you for bringing her back-or
both...'
1--WE shall soon know" said Mrs.
Preble, with forced calmness. TO
day we shall have another message,
no doubt. What will it be-"
The banker turned restlessly on his
sofa, and his face grew even paler.
whatever 1t is, let it eomeP' he
murmured "Anything can be borne
better than this awful suspense Let it
come!"
AS if his impatient words had pre-
cipitated crisis, step was heard on
the walk at this moment, and ring at
the front door followed.
".Another message!" breathed the
banker.
A servant soon entered, bearing a
letter, which he extended to Mr.. Preble,
saying:
1.-The bearer is in the hall"
With an eager gaze, the banker
glanced at the superscription of the
missive.
''It is from him. he faltered.
He tore the envelope open.
1t contained 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 SIR IgW cali'
A shock of wonder and horror shook
the three simultaneously.
"Will call" cried Mr.. Preble, start
ing to his feet and glaring wildly
around.
SIS coming here?" cried Mrs Preble,
also arising.
at seems so," said DR.. Hutton, his
eyes again reverting to the message
"He will be here at six o'clock, and see!
it is six already"
Even as he spoke, the clock on
the mantelpiece commenced striking
the appointed hour, and at that instant
heavy footsteps resounded in the hall,
approaching the library.
at is her' cried the doctor, also
arising.
AS the last stroke of the hour re-
sounded, the door leading from the hall
again opened.
One long and Mortified glance cast
the banker and his wife in that direc
ton, and then she fell heavily TO the
floor
Her senses had left her. The above
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