The Dillon tribune. [volume] (Dillon, Mont.) 1881-1941, 1886-03-13


knew him. found Eustace Grant iii this
wise:
This wear O look, which at one, took Che
;,uhlic's fancy immensely, made its appear
ance. Il was but Il novel, yet work the
,!epth and research OF which. combined
with its pathos and humor, arrested al
readers attention. People We're curious to
know who was the author. The title page
bore one OF those names which strike every
one as being nom de plume. Perhaps the
book was not the less read because II certain
amount of mystery was KEEP, up as to VINO
bad really written it.
Sometimes. not often, since that crushing
blow had fal len upon me, read what hap
pencil to come in my way. This particular
book was one which came in my way.
began to read it. and am bound to say that
the opening chapters were written by so
mastery hand that at once experlen Gel
something of the general interest which the
tale had called forth. But before had
read it half through, my interest ana ex-
,.itement were sucI, as no author has by his
merits ever awakened in any reader: l
gave a fierce cry of triumph. threw the
book from me as if it were a reptile. had
found Eustace Grant!
For one chapter Of that book contained
IN account of the hero's journeying through
a part Of Switzerland, and the account was
the same as Grant had given his auditors
on the night when ! first met him, and
hated and lnistrusteti him. Several Of the
most amusing and ont of-thc- way incidents
which he then related, and which were
sufficiently droll aud strange to impress
themselves on my memory, were in these
0fs.6 (4CAnt
was the author OF the successful book. I
thanked my memory, which had in 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 him) amusing recital 1t brought
back the days when wooed her; the day
when I told her my love; the day when she
was mine, as thought, forever; the day,
the black day, when she fled-when tor
hours and hours waited and would not be-
lieve the truth. It brought back the last
two wretched years Of my life. 1t brought
hack oil Of which Eustace Grant had
robbed mt, and I laughed the laugh of 9
devil when thought the time was at hand
when he should pay me for his act
trod his book under my foot. Hypo-
critic, who could write of honor, virtue and
truth, yet act as he had acted! Well, his
time has come at last!
But now to find hinl-to know where I
must SO, to stand face to face with him!
The next morning called on tho publish
el.s of the book. told them I had reason
for believing that its author was an old
friend Of mine. Would they tell me his
right name!
They could not. They believed he wrote
under u pseudonym; hut they knew him by
no other. asked it they could show me d
letter of his Certainly. A letter was
handed me- placed it side by side with
the letter which Grant had written me ias
before my marriage, and which had for
tunately preserved. Icompared the hand
writing; then returned the authors lette
to the publishers.
'Thank you," said II find am mis-
TAKEN My friend is not such fortunate
man as hoped to find him." Then wen
my way. Mistaken! No, was not mis-
taken; but feared lest, in writing to Grant
his publishers might mention the fact Q
my having made these inquiries. No; ever.
doubt was now set at rest. The two letter
were written by the same man-written b.
Eustace Grant As Hooked at the secon
my memory. It was dated from st. Seurir
II place which, upon inquiry, found We
little more than fishing village OH the we
coast of Brittany.
They had not fed very far then! II
nearer the better! Every hour which mu
pass befor. Eustace Grant and meet wi
be grmlgel by NO. In forty-eight hou
we may he face to face!
That evening l left London. My prepa
ations for the journey were soon mad
Among them was included the purchase
Il pair nf iouble-harrele;l breech-loadin
pistols, which carried heavy bullets al
were warranted to shoot straight rs Il liu
had already learned that in a hand to hal
struggle my TO" was my superior. Ilaughs
as my fingers closed lovinslr IN the ha
die Of the weapon which placed us Oh
equality.
So ] started 10 end El,stace Gran
dream rs suddenly us he had ended mine!