Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1886-06-10

you are telling truth or Lies, that girl is GO
ing 70 become my wife-I have her guardians
consent. and shs herself, I may tell you, fully
appreciates the honor am doing her y
"Indeedm said Mr.. Iightwood. smiling.
ssUnfortunately !, as Miss Monks legal adj
wiser, must have a say in the matter. Doubt
less this marriage would be very pretty ar
rangement for keeping the late Colonel
Monks fortune and property in your pos
session, but / cannot conscientiorsly ap-
prove OF the young lady's marriage to an
assassin
IAN assassinl-what--wh do you meant n
gasped Monk, staggering as IL from q blow.
TEL him, Mr.. Marshall.
"Ali right, sir. Well, you see, Mr.. Monk,
Of Monkshurst,n continued the detective.
grinaly, yet playfully, .syou're accused OF
making away with--murdering, in fact-a
yoang gentleman who cams 20 Aberrlyn a
few weeks ago in that little house on wheels:
and this nice friend OF yours there he again
slapped William Jones on the shoulder Is ac-
cused OF being your accomplish
NO, no. l never done It'll I'm limo
cent, / amp cried William Jones. s.Tell
EN-, Mr. Monk, tell 'en--Id nowt to do
with it.n
SILENCE, you fool, said the other; then he
added, turning on his accusers, "You are a
couple of madmen, thinki i know nothing
OF the young man you speak of have heard
that he Is missing, that is all; but there is no
evidence that any harm has come to him, for
his body has not been found"
Here Marshall turned with wink to WIN.
liam Jones, and nudged him in the ribs.
Don't You think, now he asked, lit
might be worth while looking for it in that
little underground parlor OF yours, down
alongside the scar
William Jones uttered despairing groan,
and fell on his knees
"Pm ruinedl' he cried ooh, Mr.. Monk, it's
your doingl Lord help mel They knows
everything
Curse you, hold your tonguer' said Monk,
with look OF mad contempt and hatred.
.'These men are only playing upon your fears,
but they cannot brighten me-"
Mop remarked the detective, lighting his
cigar, which had gone out. 81 think we shall
even manage that in timen
As he spoke he carelessly, and as il mad
vertently, drew out pair of steel handouts,
which he looked at refectively, threw up and
caught underhand In the air.
You accuse me of assassinationln said
Monk, trembling violently. ~ warn you to
beware, for willnot suffer such accusations
without seeking redress. If you have any
proof of the truth of your preposterous
charge, produce tn
At this moment Matt, looking bright as
sunshine, leaped out Of the caravan.
There's my proof" said Marshall. ''Miss
Monk, this amiable bridegroom of yours de-
nies being concerned in harming Mr.. Charles
Brinkley. Is he telling the truthp'
MATHS face dsrkened, and she looked at
Monk with eyes Of cordial detestation.
mo" she said, s'he's lying
Matt, /" cried Monk, fiercely, take carer
Hes lying" she repea>ed, not needing
him. II see him do it with my own two
eyes, and see William Jones helping him
and looking on; they thought that no one
was nigh, but was. I was hiding behind
them sacks and barrels in the caven
Monk now felt that the game was almost
up, for he was beset on every side, and the
very ground seemed opening under his feet.
The wretched Jones, in q state bordering on
frenzy, remained on his knees wailing over
his own ruin. The two strangers, Light
wood and Marshall, looked ON as calm but in
terested spectators. Matt, having delivered
her home thrust Of accusation, stood and
gazed into Monks face with cool defiance.
ut is ploti" Monk cried, presently; ''ar
infamous plot to ruin mel You have been
tampering, see. with this wild girl, WHOM
you foolishly suppose kin to me by blood
Arrest me, If you please-I shall not taxa
the trouble to resist, for / am perfectly limo.
cent in this NATTER
He added, while they looked at one another
as if somewhat puzzled:
"As to the girls relationship with my dead
cousin, the very idea is absurd. Where are
the proofs Of her birthrightg"
"Here, !" said quiet voice.
Monk turned his eyes, and started back In
wonder, while William Jones shrieked and
fell forward on his face Standing before
them In the sunshine was the reality or the
semblance of-the murdered young man of
the caravani