The Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1877-1885, 1885-09-26

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should Ike to bring il you myself II con-
sists, as you are aware, of Colonel Monks
diving message, written ON the flv-leaf of his
PRAYER book, and of the marriage certificate
of his wife, both these having baen placed
upon his chjld's person, concealed by the I'M
sl,specting and illiterate Jones, and found Nv
me after lapse of many years.
Monk did not speak; his tongue was frozen.
He stood aghast, opening and shutting his
cienched hands spaGnodically, aud shaking
ike leaf Treasured 10 some extent by the
sound of the voice. Enthusiastically appGT-
tanning TO a person of flesh and blood,
William Jones gradually uplifted his face,
and looked in ghastly wonder at the speaker.
lyon will he anxious to ascertain, pro
ceeded Rrinkley, with his old air of h@htneSS,
'by what accident or special Providence /
arose from the grave in which YOU politely
entombed met The explanation is very sim
pie. My Young friend here, Matt, the found
ling, or ms should rather call her, Miss Monk,
of Monkshlnst, came to my assistance,
attended 20 my injuries, which were
not 50 serious as You imagined, and
enabled me- before dayhreak, to gain the
kindly shelter of gy caravan. Tia and "A
certain rural doctor did the rest. ! am sorry
to diSappoint You, Mr. Monk, but felt bound
to keep my prolniSt,-to interfere seriously
with your little arrangements, if You per-
sistently refused TO 90 justice to this young
lady"
AS he spoke Monk uttered savage oath
and rushed toward the road; but Marshall
WIS after him in II moment, and sprang upon
him. There was quick struggle Sudd2ny
Monk drew a knife, opened it, and brandiShcd
it in the air, ST. that it would have guae i'll
with his assailant if the herculean Tim, com
ing TO the rescue, had not pinioned him from
behind. In another moment the knife was
living on the grass, and Monk was neatly
handcutfed by the detective
"Now, governor, You'd better take it quiet
ly!' said Marshall, while Monk struggled
and CRASHED his teeth in imp9tent rasa
You're smart one, You are, but the game,
up at LAST
Monk recovered himself and laughed
! ilercely.
Let me go! OF what do you accuse mel
| IL Was murder just now, but since the muir
! derad person Is alive td-n hind should like
to kno" TN what charge you arrest meF'
"Oh, there's no difficulty about that" said
Brinkley, looking at him superciliously an
| the first place, You have by fraud and per-
| jury possessed yourself Of what never legally
belonged to you; in the second plarc, You
| attempted murder, at any rate Tut. upon
my life, don't think You are worth prose
cutting. | think, Mr. Marshall, YOU might
| let him GO
''lts ietting a mad dog loose, sir re-
Piled Marshall Hell hurt somebody
| what do goa say, Miss Monk = said Brink
ley. This ble-looking person is Your
fathers cousin. Shall Irelease Your bride
groom in order that you may go with him to
the altar of Hympn and complete the cere-
mony"
Il hate him!'' cried Matt; Il should like to
drownhim in the sea
Bimkley laughed.
Your sentiments are natural, but un-
christian. And the gentle Jones, now. who
is looking at You SO atfectionately, what
would you do with him? Drown him in the
sea, 500"
mo, no, Matt, interposed William Jones,
abjectly; speak up for me, Matt. | hal
been father to You all these years"
Matt seemed perplexed what to say. Sc
| BrinlIcy again took up the conversation.
ION reflection, we will refer William Jones
to his friends the 'coastguard chaps
think he will be punished enough by the dis,
tribuiion of his little property in the cave.
Eli, Mr.. JonesH
Jones only wrImg his hands and walei
thinking of his precious treasure
''And SO, Matt" continued Brinkley
"shere viii he no wedding after all I'm
afraid you're awfully disappointedF'
Matt replied by taking his hand again, lift
ing it 20 her lips, and kissing it fondly. Tn,
young man turned his head away, for hi,
eyes had saddenly grown full of grateful
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