Devils Lake inter-ocean. (Devils Lake, Ramsey Co., Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1905, 1886-10-30

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cusable rashness at Trondhjem. We wanted
to create evidence against her. not that we
might fling her into the dock to take
her chance before a jury, but in order that
we might have some means of co~unteracting
the influence which unfortunately you
seemed to have obtained over her, and Of
keeping both her and you in our power.
But then, the best laid Schemes etc. am
no mouse, however, even though on this
occasion my plans have gone agley.'
daisy Is the daughter Of a gentleman, q
mar OF birth, refinement and education, a
clergyman of the Church Of England, who
died at Melbourne in 18-. I know nothing
OF her family history, save that her name is
sheldon; but you may depend upon it that
she is, in every sense of the word, a lady.
"And now. nothing remains but that I
should say, BLESS you, my children and let
the curtain be rung down upon the play!
You will have Mauleverer's millions upon
which to enjoy yourselves-minus the COM
paratively trivial sum which my necessities
have compelled me to appropriate; you will
have youth, beauty, good conscience, etc.,
etc. Really, my dear Fenton, I envy you.
Pray, when you are happy, bear in mind the
TACT that you owe your wife to me.
"And now, farewell! This is the last time
you will ever hear of your sincere but un.
repentant FRANCIS BRANKsoxEn
This extraordinary letter, which left the
mans character almost as much Of an
enigma to me as it had ever been, did some
thing to clear away any remaining mystery
connected with the tragedy; and it con-
irmed my darling in the intention which she
had formed that under no circumstances
would she touch the money of the man who
had taken her as his child, and loved and
benefited her, under the influence of the
fraudulent delusion impressed upon him by
Branksome. Legally, she was full mistress
of all Mauleverer's wealth-the amount of
which we soon found had been greatly
exaggerated. She made use Of her powers
over it to transfer the whole sum to trustees
for the execution Of the p which
Mauleverer had named in the will he never
signed.
And SO. though married the heiress of
the millionaire, I got a penniless bride. But,
strange to say, I have never regretted that
fact; nor, I verify believe, would Daisy her.
self exchange her present lot for that which
she enjoyed when men crowded round her
eager to pay court to her as the inheritor of
the rich mans wealth. The brightness of
our honeymoon, which came very soon after
those tragic days of which I have written in
these pages, has never quite died out. Nay,
it renews itself from year to year; and we
are fain to acknowledge that we are happier
now because of the sorrows through which
we have passed together.
Mr.. Fosdyke, the clever attorney, had been
too clever for once. He knew nothing of the
plot to murder Mauleverer-of that the au-
thorities were fully satisfied; but he had for
gotten certain elementary rules of his W
profession in his dealings with the rich mans
property, and SO one day he was struck off
the rolls, and consigned for the remainder of
his life to poverty and ignominy.
What became of DR.. B~ranksome and his
accomplish, Flinter, is a secret which time
has never revealed. The last word that ever
reached me from them was the letter which
tho reader has now before him; the last that
was ever seen of them was on that gray
December morning when the Golden Hawk
slipped out of Scarborough bay like a
shadow, never more to come within mortal
ken. Various are the rumors that l have
heard regarding this arch villain whose dupe
1 was along with SO many others. Some
spoke of him as leading a life of sybaritic
self-indulgence in an isle of the Epean.
others described him as being a prominent
leader in a revolution in the newest of the
Central American republics, while there
was one %story-to which I myself attached
more weight than did to the rest-which
spoke of the sinking of a large schooner
yacht, name unknown, in the English chan
mel, by u homeward bound p. & o. steamer.
during a dense fog, some four-and-twenty
hours after the Golden Hawk left Scar
borough. That a yacht was lost, with all
hands, at that time, and that the Golden
Hawk has never more been heard of. are
facts admitted by everybody. But whether
it was the vessel which carried the sin-laden
oul Of Francis Branksolne that went down
So suddenly in the cold waters of the channel
is one of those mysteries which will never b.
revealed until the sea gives up her dead.
THE END.