The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1869-11-26
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lost Jessie!n
"Oh. plying hcavenr' sighed DIR. Hut
ton, dashing food of tears from his
eyes, xviii this long agony never be
over?"
1--WE hope so, and even believe So" IN.
swered Mrs. Preblc. with the firmness Of
an unfaltering trust in Gods mercy. 1.-The
last message we received from our enemy
seems to point to some kind OF n change"
True" assented DIR. Hutton. looking
at the message in question. 1T is unlike
the others, 1t says that his reward Is nj
hand. He means either that he intends
to marry your daughter, or that he In
tends to demand money Of you for bring
ing her back-or both"
1--WE shall soon know" said Mrs. Preb-
lie, with forced calmness. To-day we
shall have another message, no doubt.
What will ii ben
The banker turned rcstlcssly on his sofa
and his face grew even paler.
"Whatcver it is, let 1t come" he muir
INJURED. Anything can be borne better
than this awful suspense Let it Gomez
As If his impatient words had precipi-
tated crisis, step was heard on the
walk Mt this moment, and ring Mt the
front door followed.
"Another messagen breathed the bank
er.
A servant soon entered, bearing let
ter. which he extended to Mr.. Preble,
saying:
1.-The bearer Is in the hall"
With an eager gaze, the banker glanced
nc the superscription Of the missive.
at Is from him !" he faltered.
He tore the envelope open.
II contained slip of paper. OF we'll
known shape and appearance, upon
which was scrawled single line, in an
equally well.known handwriting, which
tho banker exhibited 10 his wife and the
physician.
This line was rs follows
august 9, 1863. At sir uiH eaH''
A shock of wonder and horror shook
the three simultaneously.
.Will calf" cried Mr.. Preble, starting
10 his feet, and glaring wildly around.
us coming here ?" cried Mrs. Preble,
also arising.
ut seems So" sold DR.. Hutton, his eyes
again reverting to the message. "lle
will be here at six o'clock, and see! IL Is
six already"
Even as he spoke, the clock on the
mantcl-piccc commenced striking the np-
pointed hour, and at that instant heavy
footsteps resoundcd in the hall approach
ing the library.
..It is he ~ cried the doctor. also aris-
ing. :,
As the last stroke of the hour rcsound-
ed. the door leading from the hall again
opened.
One long and Mortified glance cast the
banker and his wife In that direction, and
then she fell heavily to the floor.
Her senses had left her. The above we
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