The workingman's advocate. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1864-1877, 1873-08-02
Impossible p cried Mr.. Leroy.
"Whv imnoa1ihla ~


name. In our conversation you referre'
to Cecil Dare. What was it that you sal
in regard to him :"
Il said that the man lying under accuse
tion Of murder in the Dorset Jail, AM
known as Sidney Vivian, stated that h
could think Of but one man whom thes'
Indians would follow, and that man nam,
was Cecil Dare"
Tom Gray" said Mr. Yorston, SAY
that the Sidney Vivian he knew brought t.
Denslow, when he arrived there, few
weeks before he left, the news Of Ceci
Dare's death at sea. This Dare, it seems
was the grandson, or rather the adopted
son Of an old man named Reuben Vincent
WI died Of disappointed hopes, rendered
Och by the loss Of young Dale. There il
some mysterious connection between al
these parties, for | am assured, that nC
simple accident is accountable for the sim
ilarity Of the incidents and names Of these
parties.
If there ever was a deep mystery, this
is one, said Mr.. LeIo oy, his face wearing q
puzzled expression. But here comes Tom.
Any answer =
Yes, sir.
Tie handed ali envelope containing the
telegraphic message in reply, with the
words.
Mr.. Leroy tore it quickly open.
1T cannot be :" he sd.
What p 'queried Mr. Yorston, arising
to his feet, excitedly.
Read for yourself
And the correspondent took up the mes
sage, and read the two simple words
''AYsrERIoUsLY DISAPPEARED -
CHAPTER XXI
THE INDIANS PROPOSITION
In the midst of all this trouble and com
plication, and emotion, how Jared the real
Sidney Vivian More than once he had
received mysterious letter from Lazrio,
the Indian, and, finally, towards the close
OF long, wearisome day, he came to the
door Of his cell III answer to summons
from the jailor.
"A visitor"
Mr.. Vivian bowed
Before him was a low sized, swarthy for
eigner, clad in made up vesture divided
between the English and the Indian appa
rel. The inmate of the cell turned his
eyes inquiringly upon him.
81 am LaZrio, said the visitor, simply.
''You are not so disguised but That am
able to penetrate your light disguise"
Then you remember me
Remember you You, my worst per
secutor, and most inveterate enemy A
bitter, hard score between you and |, son
Of the thug To sweep the record clear,
would not hesitate topunish you severely F"
You speak bitterly, Sahib, said Laz-
rio, with assumed humility.
Bitterly and why should not ,
You have held me in India, robbed me Of
my liberty and of my money, and then at
tempted to prevent my escape to England
too late to save my uncle's life, my only
remaining relative, and Just in time to be,
by unfortunate Ito me) circumstances, ar
raigned for and convicted Of his murder ="
The Indians eyes flashed.
I've never robbed you of your money,
but you robbed us Of our diamonds. Did
! not see you with my own eyes take the
jewel from the head Of one deity ! have
come to you with proposition. You can
accede to it or refuse, just as you choose
If you will return the diamond, | will
guarantee you your liberty. You desire to
escape 7"
by any honorable means, yes
You cannot expect to clear yourself Of
the impatation Of this crime
Il would accept my release under no
other conditions
Then | cannot aid you. can effect
your escape, but you must go away from
here as man of crime"
"You weary me, said the prisoner
turning away from the bars.
Zone word, said the Indian, with a
OBTAINING gesture Of his hand
'Well, what is it n
''The diamond"
A shade Of annoyance passed over the
young mans face.
why will you annoy M, he said,
with that Of which know nothing p
"You do know something, everything, "
vehemenlly responded the Indian. ''You
it was who took the diamond, and to you
do look for the restitution thereof"
81 am tired of all this Go. | would
be left alone"
The Indian left with a disappointed lock
on his face, and a murmur Of dissatisfac-
ton, while the prisoner seated himself on
his seat, and fell into painful maze OF
thought.
Sitting thus, he did not observe that a
second visitor was coming down the corri-
dor.
"Mr. Vivian r
He came to the cell door, in answer to
the call"
"Mr. Leroy p
"Yes."
"You have returned
"Yes, and strangely puzzled. My young
friend, there is the shadow Of a chance fol
you. Do you know Of any one here bear
ing your name ?"
"No one."
There is man who bears your name,
"A man now in England. | think,
hope we are all getting at the root Of al
this mystery. Can you imagine any man
who would, for any reason, assume your
name, and, personating yourself, involve
you in the trouble you are now in.
The prisoner meditated for moment.
'T can think Of no one, but there is ons
man who would be likely to assume my
| identity, for what reason know not, ex.
cept it would be to injure me. 1t il a MAJ
whom | have not seen for years,-a bad
base man, his name, Robert Margrave.
Mr.. Leroy was silent for brief Ther
he said
II am going to ferret out this mystery
This man, who bears the name Of Sydne,
Vivian, the same name AZ your own. H
is now at Denslow."
"What !" cried the prisoner, ''that i
the name of the place where Cecil Dare
friends lived. ] see it ALL see it all
Robert Margrave has laid some dee
scheme, in his villainous mind, and
pro6ting on the assumption Of my name
and his great resemblance to me. He
remarkable for his intrigue and deep plot
ting"
"Haye courage, my dear young friend,
said Mr.. Leroy, az he left him. 81 wi
unfsthom this mystery, and save You, if
is in the power OF man to do So"
And then he WAS mona IN an iouarf n