Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1885-06-19

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of MonEshorst."
should like to bring it you myself. 1t con-
sists, as you are aware, Of Colonel Monks
dying message, written on the fy-leaf of his
prayer book, and Of the marriage certificate
of his wife, both these having been placed
upon his child's person, concealed by the un-
suspecting and illiterate Jones, and found by
me after lapse of many years. -s
Monk did not speak; his tongue was frozen
He stood aghast, opening and shutting his
clenched hands spas1nodically, and shaking
like leaf. Reassured to some extent by the
sound of the voice, Enthusiastically apper-
tanning to a person of flesh and blood,
William Jones gradually uplifted his face,
and looked in CHASTITY wonder at the speaker
"You will be anxious to ascertain, pro-
ceeded Brinkley, with his old air of ightness,
''by what accident Or special Providence
arose from the grave in which you politely
entombed me? The explanation is very sim
pie. My young friend here, Matt, the found
ling, or as should rather call her, Miss Monk,
of Monkshurst, came to my assistance,
attended to my injuries, which were
not so serious as you imagined, and
enabled me, before daybreak, to gain the
kindly shelter of my caravan. Tim and
certain rural doctor did the rest. I am sorry
to disappoint you, Mr.. Monk, but I felt bound
to keep my promise-to interfere seriously
with your little arrangements, if you per-
sistently refused to do justice to this young
lady"
As he spoke Monk uttered savage oath
and rushed toward the road; but Marshall
was after him in a moment, and sprang upon
him. There was quick struggle. S lddeniy
Monk drew a knife, opened it, and brandished
~, no -. +bot;
with his assailant if the herculean Tim, COM
ing to the rescue, had not pinioned him from
behind. In another moment the knife was
lying on the grass, and Monk was neatly
handcuffed by the detective
''Now, governor, you'd better take it quiet
Typ said Marshall, while Monk struggled
and gnashed bis teeth in impotent rage
'sYou're smart one, you are. but the games
up at last" c
Monk recovered himself and laughed
ffercely.
'Let me go! Of what do you accuse mei
1t was murder just now, but since the muir
dered person is alive On himD should like
to know on what charge you arrest me?"
ooh, there's no difficulty about that" said
Brinkley, looking at him superciliously. ''In
the first place, you have by fraud and per-
jury possessed yourself Of what never legally.
belonged to you; in the second place, you
attempted murder, at any rate. But, upon
my life, don't think you are worth prose
cutting. I think, Mr.. Marshall, you might
let him 60"
'It's letting a mad dog loose, SIR" re-
piled Marshall. "Hen hurt somebody"
'What do you say, Miss Monkg' said Brink
ley. ''This amiable-looking person is your
fathers cousin. Shall release your bride
groom in order that you may go with him to
the altar of Hymen and complete the cere-
nony?'
II hate himl" cried Matt; 81 should like to
drown him in the sea-"
Brinkley laughed.
''Your sentiments are natural. but un-
christian. And the gentle Jones, now, who
is looking at you SO affectionately, what
would you do with him? Drown him in the
sea, too!"
'.No, no, Matt" interposed William Jones'
abjectly; 'speak up for me, Matt. I hal
been father to you all these years"
Matt seemed perplexed what to say. So
Brinkley again took up the conversation.
ION reflection, we will refer William Jones