Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1881-06-10

The next morning., still wondering
ana bordering over Els peculiar adven.
ture Of the previous night, DR.. Bishop
strolled into the village inn, at which
place no WAS to meet . patient, whose
ailments allowed him to 20 about the
same ~ any we'll man.
When no entered the inn, . number
OF men were engaged in earnest CONVEX
"Ah. how dye dor" said one Of the
% Vo% b esdSsi .Ss. to the physician Hsve
News Of whatP" inquired the
young man.
why, about the Remingtonsp
"Oh, yes, I've heard they are going
awty, If that 10 what you mean"
That amt what We mean at all
we're speaking Of the accident, or
whatsver you may call it," said . raw.
"xccidenti" echoed DR.. Bishop with
an astonished look.
..,,Yes.I;Mrs. Remington almost
"Killsdi I"
"Almost.''
DR.. Bishop went quickly toward tho
,"whsre are you soinsa" asked Sim
Jordan, the host.
"To DO my duty" replied Charles.
"Io take care of the injured"
That's impossible, for she's gone"
eyes, the whole Doodle packed of,
bag and baggage, early this morning."
DR.. Bishop returned to the blazing
fire, and took aseat.
"H0w the deuce could Mrs. Reming-
ton 60 away if she was injured" he
asked. ..Sim Jordan, explain this
matter, If you know it."
Sim Jordan came out from behind
his bar and walked leisurely up to tho
doctor.
He was thin, scrawny fellow, with
large features, and decidedly promi.
nent tint on his nose. He was . great
f.vorite with the village folk. Of both
high and low degree Chat is, he had
imbibed 50 freely in lis own rum, his
star was beginning to set, and many
Of the friends who knew him once
knew him no more).
Sim Jordan laid aside the old pipe
which he had been putting on, and blew
. cloud Of smoke from his mouth and
nostrils.
"Wsll, squire, I know something Of
the affair, he drawled, =" and yet not
90 much may be, after al. The long
and short Of it is, somebody tried to
cut cut Ms MT. jR;s,minston's throat last night
"How do you know thiss'' asked the
~ learned it through Ugly Jud.
Ugly says he heardsa scfeaching ct the
Remington's place, and ran up to see
what WAS the matter. He peeped in Of
the window, and saw . man bending
holding the man BY the arm. ss il to
The mans back was turned toward
Ugly, and he could not SEQ his face,
but be thinks it was amurderous face.
There's always been something mystic.
fious about that family, squire, and
it's no wonder they have left the place
in . hurrsh fashion,
DR.. Bishop reflected Q few moments
and then asked:
"Whst was Judson doing in that 10.
s sss I;1,.I as lives At the other end Of
:. tn. ina;;ksspsr scratched his head IS
"Thst's what I've been wondering"
he said. "But that doesn't solve the
question who did the job, who At
tempted to smash the old lady? How
came she to have enemies here, when
she never went out enough to mako
scq9aintances, they say9 It's . CO.
n nunddrum' ,s,quire-iss swhoppins CO.
So thought the doctor, but hs said
nothing.
Before he left tho inn, another cir.
cumstance came to light. which mySti.
fed him still more. One of the vii.
layers brought word that Mr.. Richard
Martin and his brother, the two men
who had been wrecked, were gone.
They had slipped away quietly, with
out SO much IS thanking those who
had cared for them.
"Ungrateful men !" he exclaimed,
when told of their departure.
"I'll wager they have slipped away
to escape paying their bills. Pm dis
appointed -" he sighed. ~ expected
to see those beautiful eyes once again.
All. we'll. I'm IS well and perhaps
better viii Without seeing her. But that
dered what Ugly Jud: could have
tons. He ct once fixed upon him e.
the person whom he had stumbled over
in the dark and who had so violently
assailed him.
This man Judson We shall know
more of in the future.
Suddenly . pair orcold bony hands
were pressed against his throat and he
was forced back. He WAS in the grip
of an unseen enemy. So sudden WAS
the onslaught that he could not cry
aloud, if he would, and, mastering up
al his courage. he attempted to ding
But the creature held him with grip
Of iron. For few minutes there was
. silent struggle. then, dealing the
physician two or three powerful blows,
the last of which tumbled him over on
the ground, the unseen foe fed.
Regaining his feet IS quickly as no
could, Charles Bishop turned to follow
after. But he succeeded in going only
few steps when he stopped and leaned
against : convenient tree, weak and
trembling.
"By jove, he has considerable mus
cle," muttered the doctor. "Who the
deuce is he, and how did he come to be
tying in the road?"
But he could not gain anything by
remaining where he was, he thought,
and, Flooding along, he soon reached
his bachelor apartments.
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