The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1875-03-05

gether we went to Archibald Randars
house. Max and Stein were posted out of
doors, with orders to intercept whoever
should attempt TO enter or leave. follow
ed Bunsen into the house.
"Herman," he said, and his voice was
husky and unsteady, 81 cannot go down
there pointing to door opening out of
the hall.
81 will go, Karl"
81 will wait. If you need me, call and
I shall hear. Search thoroughly, Herman,
and l will try to be patient"
1t was dismal hole, that cellal upder
Archibald Randars house, promising no
pleasant task, nor startling discoveries.
Yet knew by the chiefs manner that lie
was expecting to find something and that
was sufficient for me to know, or he would
have told me more. L stumbled about
among empty wine casks, peering into
with my heavy stick, and even the damp
floor tried, but nothing was revealed.
The last and only spot that had not ex-
plored was small, square vault, built into
the side of the wall, place black with
darkness. l moved cautiously, for my
lantern threw but dim light before me,
but l was entirely unsuspicious of the
danger that menaced me. 1 groped my
way through the small door, and stood
within the vault.
Ere my eyes became accustomed TO the
intense darkness, l received stunning
blow in the face and, before ! could re-
cover, my unseen assailant grappled with
me, and together we went to the floor.
My lantern was extinguished at the first
onset, and there in the darkness we strug-
gied as only men can struggle for life.
My weapons were useless, for could not
get them but l felt a sharp prick upon
the cheek from my adversary's knife aud
felt the warm blood start. 1t reused me
to a sense of my peril and summoning all
of my strength in one desperate effort,
thrust the william Fl ON me. drew my re-
volver and shouted, ''Back, or 1 will send
a bullet through your heart 20
No answer came to me. All was still as
the grave. l stared into the darkness, ex-
pecting him to renew the attack.
L hcdio d lOOIldii T1SuU
in front of me, and my finger was on the
trigger but, before pressed it the vault
was flooded with light, revealing a room
beyond and right before me, was my an>
:agonist, Archibald Randall.
With cry of baffied rage, he turned and
fed through the door which had been
opened so opportunely.
l followed, but l met sight that hal; ed
me at the threshold. In the center of the
room, in all her wondrous beauty, stood
the Scarlet Spectre. Before had recover
ed from my amazement, l felt hand upon
my shoulder hand SO hot that il seemed
to burn through my clothing. / had no
fear; did not even look around, for l
knew it was the chief who stood behind me-
go, God my lost wife ?'' he moaned
She heard his voice, and knew that he
was there, though she had not seen him.
''karl, karlF' she cried, shave you come
to save me at last? Come to me and take
me from this living tomb Come, Karl,
for am chained aud cannot go to you ~
Good have mercy on me for the wrong
my suspicious have caused her ~ he ex-
claimed, casting me aside as if were an
infant, and rushing forward with open
arms. Forgive me, my Marion"
81 never blamed you, Karl,' was her
trusting reply, leaning forward to meet
him. 81 knew yor would come.''
There was but a step between .Lem, when
Archibald Randall raised the pistol, and
deliberately took aim at the pure woman
he had held in bondage oIong but heaven
averted the blow. The bail, glanciug
against an iron plate, entered his own side,
and Randall fell in the agonies of death.
This is all ever knew of Karl Bunsen's
wife. And l need not detail the last mo-
ments of Archibald Randall but will tell
you of an old chimney, long out of use, that
had its base i'm the prison cell of Marion
Bunsen and of a crevice i'm that chimney,
in the room above, through which those
mysterious sounds came to me.
The strange appearance of Marion Bun
sen in our Office leave It as it is. / can
offer 10 explanation, for the secret died
with her.
A BANGOR man has invented a fire shield
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