Gold Hill daily news. [volume] (Gold Hill, N.T. [Nev.]) 1863-1882, 1869-11-29

all these years, she has yearued
for US, wherever she may be, as we have
yearned for her y"
"But where is she 2" asked the ply
sieian-and now his voice was broken
by his deep sympathy with the agouized
parents. "Where a she bs?"
"Heaven only knows" answered tho
mother. "Perhaps in San Francisco
perhaps in som rude hut in the inte-
rior, with some obscure farmer, and IN.
der a name that 10 not her, / think
her abductor would have carried her TO
some lonely region Of the interior,
among the valleys and mountains. Yet
l never see a young girl in the streets
without turning to look At her. Inersr
hear a girlish voice without listening
eagerly, half fancying that it may prove
the voice Of my lost Jessie !"
"0h, plying heavenr' sighed Dr..
Hutton, dashing q flood Of tears from
his eyes. "Will this long agony never
be over2"
owe hope so, and sven believe so,"
answered Mrs. Prebls, with the frmness
of an unfaltering trust in Gods mercy.
The last message We received from
u onemy seems to point to some kind
Of a change"
"True," assented DR.. Hutton, look
ing at the message in question. ."Is is
unlike the others. 1t says that his
reward is at band He means either
that be intends to marry your daughter,
or that he intends to demand money of
you for bringing her bsck-or BOTH"
"We shall sOon know" said Mrs.
Prsbls, with forced cslmnsss. "To.day
We shall have another message, no
doubt. What will it be?
Tho banker turned restlessly on his
sofa, and his face grew even paler.
"Whstever it is, let it comel' he
murmsred. "Anythiug can be borne
better than this awful suspense. Let it
comet"
As if his impatient words had pre-
cipitated a crisis, q step wss heard on
the walk at this moment, and q ring at
the front door followed.
"Anotber messagel" breathed the
banker.
A servant soon entered, bearing a
letter, which he extended to Mr. Prebls,
saying:
"The bearer is in the hail."
With an eager gaze, tho banker
glanced at the superscription of the
missive.
"It is from him" be faltered.
He tore the envelope open.
II contained a slip of paper Of well
known shape and appearance, upon
which was scrawled a single line, in m
equally well known handwriting, which
tho banker exhibited to his wife and tho
physician.
This line was 70 follows:
"August 9, 1868. At sir I uiR call"
A shock of wonder and horror shook
the three simultaneously.
will call !" cried Mr.. Preble, start
ing to his feet, and glazing wildly
around.
ais coming heroT' cried Mrs. Preblc,
also arising.
"Is seems So" said DR.. Hutton, his
eyes again reverting to tho message.
lie will BIO here at six o'clock, and
see! it is six already"
Even ns he spoke, tho clock on tho
mantslpiece commenced striking tho
appointed hour, ana at that instant
heavy footsteps resounded in the hall
approaching the library.
alt is he!" cried the doctor, also
arising.
"Ai tho last stroke of the hour re.
sounded, tho door leading from the hall
ngain opened.
Ono 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 loft her. The above
we publish as a specimen chapter; but
tho continuation Of this story will DO
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