The Carson daily appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1865-1870, 1869-11-25

ing an enemy in the world, and yet you have
an enemy-a hidden foe-a 6end in human
form-who is working out against you fear
full hatred! And you have not the slightest
suspicion as to whom he iss"
''Not the slightest" declared the banker,
"Not the slightest" echoed Mrs. Preble
"My husband had a step-brother who might
have been capable Of this infamy-but he is
deadl'
1.-THE handwriting is not familiar :"
"No. 1t is merely rude scrawl, as you
see," said the banker. SIT suggests nothing
Except that it is evidently disguised -
Again there was profound silence.
"Our child is seventeen years old now,
at length murmured Mrs. Preble, her voice
trembling. ''She is on the threshold of wom-
anhood. No doubt, during all these years.
she has yearned for US, wherever she may be,
as we have yearned for her p
| "But where is she:" asked the physician
and now his voice was broken by his deep
sympathy with the agonized parents.
..Where can she be-"
| "Heaven only knows" answered the moth
| err perhaps in San Francisco-perhaps in
some rnde hut in the interior, with some
obscure farmer, and under aname that is
not hers think her abductor would have
carried her to some lonely region of the in
terror, among tho valleys and mountains.
Yet l never see young girl in the streets
without tnrning TO look at her. l never hear
girlish voice without listening eagerly, half
fancying that it may prove the voice of my
lost Jessie ~
.'Oh, plying heaven !" sighed DR.. Hutton,
dashinga food oftears from his eyes. "Will
this long agony never be over ??
"We hope so, and even believe so, an
swered Mrs. Preble, with the irmness of an
unfaltering trust in Gods mercy. g. The
last message we received from our enemy
seems to point to some kind of change"
True" assented DR.. Hutton, looking a
the message in question: at is unlike the
others. 1t says that his reward is at hand
He means either that he intends to marry
your daughter, or that he intends to demand
money of you for bringing her back-or
BOTH
'sWe shall soon know" said Mrs. Preble,
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 come - he muir
INJURED. Anything can be better borne than
this awful suspense. Let it come !"
As if his impatient words had prccipitated
a crisis, step was heard on the walk at this
and a ring at the front door fol-
lowed
another message !" breathed the banker
A servant soon entered, bearing letter,
which he extended to Mr.. Preble, saying:
The bearer is in the hall"
With an eager gaze, the banker glanced at
he superscription Of The missive.
ut is from him. he faltered.
He tore the envelope open.
1t contained slip of paper of well-known
shape and appearance, upon which was
scrawled a single line. in an equally we'll |
known handwriting, which the banker ex-
hibited to his wife and the ply ician.
The line was as follows
august Q. 1865 At sir riH caHr'
A shock of wonder and horror shook the
three simultaneously.
"Will call !" cried Mr.. Preble, starting to |
his feet, and glazing wildly around.
as coming here :" cried Mrs. Preble, also
arising.
1T seems so,'' said DR.. Hutton. his eyes
,gain reverting to the message. HE will
Re here at six o'clock, and see, it is six al
-eady ~
Even as he spoke, the clock on the mantel-
piece commenced striking the appointed
lour, and at that instant heavy footsteps re-
sounded in the hall, approaching the library.
" 1t is her cried the doctor, also arising.
As the last stroke of the hour resounded,
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One long and Mortified glance cast the
banker and his wife in that direction, and
hen she fell heavily TO the floor.
Her senses had left her. The above we
publish as a specimen chapter; but the con-
mutation of this story will be found in the
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