Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1875-04-14

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said calmly; "they cannot beggar
me with the torch. All this is
David Beadle's work"
She spoke the last sentence as
she turned, but her uncle was not
to be seen.
"Uncle Jarvis knows that tbs IS
his work." she continued gazing at
the crimson fire that bathed Bridge
port in a ruddy light, "and that he
sympathizes with the bastard, I
more than suspect. But--what ! q
pistol shot, and just beyond the
gate too !"
The sharp report Of the pistol
startled the girl, and she was on
the cave of darting forward, when
the figure of man, reeling wildly
toward the porch caused her to
retain her position.
That person was wounded, Kate
Bridgely at once saw, and with
bound she few down the steps, as
he, Courtley Dayton-sank at her
feet with groan.
His face was white as ashes, and
as she raised him from the stones,
blood bubbled to his lips.
"Courtley, what means this'Y
"They were watching for me,
Kate" he said, with an effort. 81
fed thither to tell you that they
were coming to make the last de-
mand, and to defend Bridgely Park
to the last extremity. They shot
me down the road-shot me, per-
haps to the death"
"No, no, Courtley," and turning
quickly Kate Bridgely threw oper
the door.
Jarvis Bridgley made his ap
pearance, and the twain bor
Courtley Dayton into the mansion
"This is the result of stubborn
ness,' said the uncle, looking NJ
into the face Of his neice, who was
making her wounded lover com
Portable on the couch. "They
will visit us before dawn. Yor
will cohcede all now I"
"Concede all to the man whose
hirelings shot him :" she cried
looking at her lover. "Never y
The uncle bit his lip, and turned
away.
A boy was dispatched to the city
for o surgeon, with instructions tc
smuggle him into Bridgely Park
and Kate assembled to the observa
tory.
The grand factory buildings be-
longing to Courtley Dayton were
still blazing with vengeance, ano
she saw her own yet entact, but
ready for the torch. The cause oi
the uproar was a demand for in
creased wages, 10 which the own
ers of the mills had refused to lis
ten. To the citizens of Bridgepor
the fact that no other mills were
attacked was q mistery, and the,
wondered at this when Courtle,
Dayton and Kate Bridgley haC
been paying wages slightly in ad
vance of the other factories.
True, the people knew Davi'
Beadle but not as the cunning
man that he *as.
He wore cloak about his heart
q cloak which Kate Bridgely ha'
drawn aside, and looked down int
the deceit that lay beneath its fold
She remained in the observato
ry until certain sounds told he
that large body of men was ar
preaching from the city. The
she decended to her boudoir, an,
took q beautiful silver-mounte
pistol from a drawer in which j
had lain; almost untouched, sine
her fathers death. With a calm
ness truly remarkable, she exam
ined the chambers of the weapo
: and thrust it into the embroidere
! pocket Of her snowy sacque as sh
, glided from the room.
A physician stood beside Court
ley Dayton's bed.
"The rascals gave him a scriou
wound, Miss Bridgely," he sait
D looking up at our heroine as sb
{ entered the chamber "but we wi
: try to get him up again"
succeed in your attempts, sir
] she said, "and draw on me-"
"You may soon have no ban
e account" said Jarvis Bridget
5 savagely. skate, for the last tin
$ I entrcut you to yield to your en-