The workingman's advocate. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1864-1877, 1873-06-07

"At the village inn"
every well, at two O'Clock will call and
see you"
with money r
with money. of course. Who shall
call for Z"
Mr.. Marvin. l had to assume some
name
The two men parted, Mr.. Vivian stand
ing watching the man disappear towards
the village
:" Curse him :" he calculated, his hidden
evil nature becoming appare 1t. II will
do away with him before long. So, he
knows where Marcia is If that she
devil finds us, she will raise a storm lit
tie crave.
He walked slowly Oh. Unperceived BY
either men, a form had been crouched
down low beside boulder, a silent audi
tor to all that had been said. II was a
woman and, now, she had arisen, and
was steadily pursuing Sidney VIvian's 5
path.
What you, Miss Rodney r
He had turned, as he heard her foot
steps behind him.
She fixed peculiar glance upon his face.
Yes, Clarence Donaldson, it is -
The man started, and paled.
have found ysu out, she continued,
excitedly. II have overheard every word
Of your conversation with your coHfddi,te
and friend disliked you from the first
| suspected you, and believe you to be
an lmposter.
Imposter or not, " cried Sidney Vivian,
fercely, you shall be mine, and, though
you penetrated thousand Of my secrets
they should not avail you. But dare to
denouncs me, or say one word against me-
and your father shall suffer. Be wise.
He turned from her, as he spoke, for
some one was coming down the beach /;
while She with the consciousness that she
was, indeed, helplessly in his power, walk
cd slowly towards the house, with q weari-
ness and depression she had never before
experienced.
AT midnight, following that afternoon,
in his room at the little village inn, in
Denslow, Conrad Markham, (or Mr.. Mar
vim, as he now called himself) sat by ta-
bic, muslng aloud.
He thinks me a willing tool, he was
saying, "and a spy on him only for money.
Murderer. felon. adventurer that thou art
Clarence Donaldson, or whatever name
IS now given thee, sleuth-hOund is on
thy track. For ten long years | have
watched, and waited, and sinned, and the
vow ! swors i'll the presence of Marcia
Vansant, ! will keep. | have traced thee
by land and water | have lain with thee
UNKNOWN, in the wild and dangerous In
dian jungle, and have traced thee over
thousands of miles, yet, a short time must
elapse and then, -rereHge n
His eyes gllstened wildly, as he spoke,
and his whole frame became quIyering with
the emotion he felt Then, he resumed
There il only one thing wrong | lost
that manuscript upon the night " ny ad-
vent here IL contained a succlnct &C
count Of all thar this man, Clarence Don
adson, has done hope It has not been
found will not, however, torture my
self with foolish fears and, even though |
myself am drag ged to a felun's cell, yet
will | see thus man punished for hIs SINS,
and Marcia Nansant revenged for the great
wrong he has done her
Plot and counter-plot The aim ii both
these men seemed ODscured III gloom and
mystery yet, through small mediums, vi
which they thought little, retrIbution was
preparing, and their plans Of the one were
becoming known. while those of the other
werr being aided toward the desired cul-
minatIOn.
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