Elizabeth daily monitor. [volume] (Elizabeth, N.J.) 1868-1880, 1869-08-18
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PUBLISHED AT 155 BROAD STREET, BY
j. MADISON DRAKE.
A MIDNIGHT ADVENTURE.
By A DETECTIVE.

But you must. p i#e
will not /" asa
The young head was flung back with
an imperious gesture, while the fierce
blue eyes met mine full Of scorn.
1t was strange cases It baf1ed us
Both my mate and myself had wasted
weeks upon it. We were no nearer the
solution now than when we begun. The
boy was obdurate. He would tell
nothing, yet We were sure this was the
abode of the criminal Time and time
again had we traced him to this old
rickety house, built near century ago,
and romantic with many a tale of the
olden time. The moonbeams played
upon its dome like fire, and the trees
in the avenue and lawn caught q silver
sheen from the weird beams that stray
ed in among the foliage. The dark
shadows seemed instinct with life, as
the waving leaves fashioned them in
curious form on the dark grass.
Underneath these trees we had wait
ed for hours that night. 1t was known
that Charley Wynne was in the city
policeman had seen him enter here.
But we had searched the house from
bottom to roof, and only this boy WAS
seen. e I'd,
There was a witching grace in the
little slender limbs, and the willowy
frame, grace in every motion, courage
in the fierce, blue eye; and as we
searched the house, the boy followed
our movements, O smile of scorn upon
his lips, but look of anxiety in his
eyes. .4..,
At last had asked him if he knew
the murderer of Mr.. Hill, Charley
Wynne. He flushed redly as the ques-
ton was repeated, and his lips trembled
with emotion. fea 5
edo you know him l''
II will not tell you, sir p
" But you must"
81 will not p' a..aaasa8
Every well, then, you are my prison
er. shall have to arrest you for har-
boring fugitive. =
Still [ had no intention of doing SO,
I only meant to play upon his fears in
the hope that is would elicit some infor-
nation.
But the boy thought me in earnest
A bright frightened look swept over
his face, and he. trembled like an aspen
l noticed, too, restless, uneasy glance
of his eyes that we sometimes see in
one who breads the effect of spoken
words upon one he fears may hear
them. 'I.-
That look assured me that my prison
en- was near at hand.
went on to tell him that if he refu
sed me the information I sought, that
much as [ disliked to, L should have to
lock him up among common criminals,
in q police cell.
Where was the boys courage ? His
knees trenbled- face was ivid with
fear, and sinking into his chair, he
cried out amid sobs and tears \: 1 j 4 7
sob Charley, save me p ~ .at
The words had hardly left his lips,
when concealed door in the old par
lor wall opened, and Charley Wynne
stepped into the room.
"I surrender p he said /; 'let the
boy alone" eia
The next moment the boy sprung to
his feet, gave one passionate glance at
Charley, full of sorrow and regret, and
then murmuring-- 8r
"What have I done ?" and sank
fainting to the floor.
"Why, this young man." said Mr..
L., regarding him rather contemptous-
ly, "seems inclined to make scene"
sizes, it appears So" 1 replied, but
feeling all the time strange fear work
ing at my heart As hastily as could
l applied remedies to revive the fainting
boy. Soon his eyes opened, and rest
ing on our prisoner, he cried out
-" Oh, Charley Charley is it who
betrayed you g. 7 So
Your fears have F
Then III die with you. I too" he
said, turning to me, am equally gull
lty. Iplanned the deed L helped to
execute it I will not be separated from
.hims" t@@s~
"This is remarkable devotion in
boy, 4 said. 5
"Boy no longer I am the prisoners
wife"
And shaking loose her bright, yellow
golden eurls, disclosed the features of
one of the most noted, as well as beauti-
full deeoy Yin the city-the daughter of
an outlaw and nurderer's wife. ="
Charley was sentenced to prison for
life. l never knew what became of his
wife,
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