Devils Lake inter-ocean. (Devils Lake, Ramsey Co., Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1905, 1885-12-12

ono as being q nom de plume. Perhaps the
book was not the less read because q certain
amount of mystery was kept up a. TO who
had really written II.
Sometimes, not often, since that crushing
blow had ial Ion upon me, I read what hap.
pened to come In my way. This particular
book was n which came in my way. l
began to read it, and am bound to say that
the opening chapters were written by 60
mastery a hand that I at once experisnc ed
something OF the general interest which the
tale had called forth. But before I had
read it half through, my interest and OK.
element wete such as no author has by his
merits ever awakened in any reader. l
gave q fierce cry Of triumph. threw the
took from me as il il were a reptile. I had
found Eustace Grant!
For IN chapter Of that book contained
an account Of the hero's jo~urneying through
q part ef Switzerland, and tbeaccount was
the same as Chant had given his auditors
on the night when ] first met him, and
hated and mistrustei him Several Of tina
most amusing and out of-the- way incidents
which be tnen related, and which were
sufficiently droll and strange to impress
pages once more narrated. Eustace Grant
was the author Of the successful book. I
thanked my memory, which had IN a second
brought his adventures back to my mind;
and memory brought back more than this.
1t brought back Viola, listening with
smiles on her face to her guardians las she
called h'M) amusing rectal 1t brought
a the DAYS When I wooei hsr; tine day
when | told Ler my love; the day when shs
was mine. Us l thought, forever; the day,
tho bl,cs day. wh,n sho fe when tor
hours and hours I waited and would not be-
l,eve tho truth. It brought back the last
two wletci:ei years of my life. 1t brought
bnck all Of winch Eustace Grant mad
robted me, AMI I laughed the lau,n Of a
devil when l thought the time wa at nani
when he should pay me- for his act
trcd lis Look under my foot Hypo-
critic, who could write of honor, virtue anil
truth, yet act rs he hal actsdl We'll, bis
time has c>uls at last!
But now to find him-to know whers I
u go, to stand facs to face with him!
The next incoming l CALEB on the publish.
ers of the book. l told them / hal reason
for believing that its author was an oil
.riend OF mine Would theJ tell me- mis-
right namel !
They could not. They believed he wrote
under a p~seudonym; but tEey knew him Dy
"" SoASA = ~ 4 VuCy CNUlN SlO" us q
letter OF his. Certainly. A letter was
banded me. Iplaced it side by SIDE with
the letter which Grant had written me ius.
before my marriage, and which l had for.
tuna ely preserved. Icompared the hand.
writing; then returned the authors letter
to the publishers.
''Thank YOU" I said. II find l am mis-.
taken. My friend is not such a fortunate
man as hoped to find HIM" Then l went
my way. Mstalseni No, I was not mis-
taken; but I feared lest, in writing to Grant,
his publishers might mention the fact Of
my having made these inquiries No; every
doubt was now set at rest The t.. letters
were written by the same man-written by
Eustace Grant. As Hooked at the second
letter, l had impressed the address upon
my memory. 1t wa dated from st. Ssurin,
a place which, upon inquiry, I found was
little more than a fishing village on the west
coast OF Brittany.
They had not fed very far thenl The
nearer the better! Every hour which must
pass bstors Eustaco Grant and l meet will
be grudgei by mc. In forty-ei.ht hours
we may be face to face!
That evening l left London. NV prepar.
ations for the Journey were soon made.
Among tlcm was included the purchase of
a pair Of double-barrelel breech-loadinQ
pistola, which carried heavy bullets and
were warranted Il shoot straight a. a line
had already learned that III a hand to hand
struggle my foe was my superior. laughed
as my fingers closed lovingly on the han.
die OF the weapon which placed US on al
equality.
10 l started to end Eustacs Grants
dream as suddenly as he bad ended miusl