The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1874-02-27
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her disguise, her own danger, herself
in every way, in the awfsl fear that was
upon her.
Harry was less than three feet behind
her when she entered that inner room.
They were just in time to see two tall
! figures confronting each other under
the chandelier, bludgeon swung high
in the air, and Van Alstine rolled upon
the floor like log, stark, still, sense
| less.
Eloise darted forward.
"My God % she shrieked, throwing
herself upon the body" they have
killed him p
The ruflian turned and looked down
at her with slow, sneering laugh.
SIT was his own fault, he growled
Then, in wheedling voice: "Come,
don't take on so, pretty one you'll
spoil your eyes. We've found you out,
in spite of that clever disguise. So
look up and smile upon us, like the
charming little witch you are.
He leaned over, and would have raised
Eloise in his arms, but Harry, with the
bound of tigar, was upon him, and
had sent him SPRAYING upon the floor
with a we'll directed blow.
The ruffian drew revolver where he
lay, and, muttering fearful curse,
covered Harry's heart with deadly aim
ing furiously upon him, wrenched the
weapon from his grasp, but not before
one of its chambers had exploded. The
bullet whizzed through the air, only TO
bury itsely harmlessly i'll the ceiling,
however
Harry swung the still smoking revol-
yer like lightning above his head, and
shouted:
" Now the game is in my hands {! If
you make another movement, / will put
a bullet through your heart ?"
The villain was raising stealthily to
his feet, but he quailed, and dropped
suddenly back again when he saw the
dangerous glare in Harry's eyes.
With the deadly muZzle of the revol-
yer sill covering the cowardly rogue,
our hero now leaned over Eloise, and
raised her from the inanimate body of
Van Alstine.
"My poor young lady," he said, in a
low voice, bear up for Gods sake.
The poor fellow is pastyour help. Think
of your own peril, and come away be-
fore it is toe late. "
II was too late already. Even as he
spoke half dozen rough-looking men
came rushing tito the apartment.
"Down with him !" they yelled. furio-
usly. 1.-THE Internal spy He can't
leave this place alive !"
Harry realized his terrible situation
at glance. The rooms were now de-
serted by all save the proprietors and
their TOOLS OF course the Villains
were desperate.
The body upon the floor was terri
BILE witness against them. Their only
safety lay in double murder, and they
knew it !
"Kill him Cut his throat !" they
Kissed, venomously.
There was not moment to lose.
Drawing Eloise's trembleing figure still
more closely to him with one hand, he
raised the revolver in the other, and
rapidly discharged its several chambers
into the shrieking crowd.
Groans, a heavy fall or two, and n
volley of the most fearful curses fol-
lowed.
In the midst of the confusion that
ensued, shrill voice suddenly screamed
Beaks police ! They're cracking
the crib ~
At the same instant the sound of
crashing blows was heard below, and
the ringing of policemen's climbs upon
she flags.
&" tut out the lights !' yelled one Of
the ruffians.
There was a hurried scramble toward
the metre, and in another moment the
whole place was enveloped in darkness.
Harry heard u quick bound or two,
and something whizz sharply in the air.
The devils meant to make sure of him,
after all. He lodged, and sprang MINI
bly, to one side, just as bludgeon of
some sort came down upon the floor
with crashing force.
"That's your game, is it ?" he cried;
and pushing Eloise behind him, struck
out blindly to the right and left.
He could see nothing distinctly, but
his fist fattened againts somebody s
nose, and there was the sound OF a
precipitate retreat.
The next instant heavy footsteps came
rushing upstairs and through the ante
room, and several dark lanterns flashed
their light upon the scene.
1t was wild beyond description. Har-
ry Blaisdell with his precious charge,
stood leaning against the wall, so faint
and weak, now that the welcome sight
of blue coats and brass buttons met
his gaze, he could scarcely stand.
; Three of the gamblers lay upon the
floor, near Van Alstine's body weltering
) in their blood.
The others had escaped by means OF
a secret entrance at the rear.
From the appearance of things, Har
, nv knew that an effort had been made
to bear away the bodies of those who
had been wounded, but the police came
! too quickly upon the scene, and frus
a trated the attempt.
t While he still stood glaring around
a him in somewhat bewildered manner
$ Eloise stepped out of his arms anC
: staggered to the spot where Van Alstin'
lay.
o "Dick, Dick ~ she screamed, sud
t denly, and burst into a hysterical sol
r of Joy, ooh, thank God thank God
: He is not dead -
1t was true. Van Alstine had beer
a knocked senseless by the blow upon hi
e head, but was now slowly regaining hi
d consciousness. Ina very few moment