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

II am not quite dead, you see, Mr.. Monk,
of Monksharst."
should like to bring it you myself. 1t con-
ssts, as you are aware, of Colonel Monks
dying message, written on the fly-leaf Of his
prayer book, and of the marriage certificate
of his wife, both these having been placed
upon his child's person, concealed by the I'M
suspccting and illiterate Jones, and found by
me after lapse of many years.
Monk did not speak; his tongue was frozen.
He stood aghast, opening and shutting his
clenched hands spasInodically, and shaking
like a leaf. Reassured to some extent by the
sound of the voice, Enthusiastically apper-
tanning to a person of flesh and blood,
William Jones gradually uplifted his face,
and looked in CHASTITY wonder at the speaker.
'sYou will be anxious to ascertain pro-
ceeded Brinkley, with his old air of lightness,
Shy what accident or special Providence
arose from the grave in which you politely
entombed mea The explanation is very SIM
pie. My young friend here, Matt, the found
ling, OF as should rather CALL her, Miss Monk,
of Monkshurst, came to my assistance,
attended to my injuries, which were
not so serious as you imagined, and
enabled me, before daybreak, to gain the
kindly shelter of my caravan. Tim and a
certain rural doctor did the rest. / am sorry
to disappoint you, Mr.. Monk, but I felt bound
to keep my pronise--to interfere seriously
with your little arrangements, if you per-
sistently refused to do justice to this young
LADY,
As he spoke Monk uttered savage oath
and rushed toward the road; but Marshall
was after him in moment, and sprang upon
him. There was quick struggle. Suddenly
Monk drew a knife, opened it, and brandished
it in the air, so that it would have gone i'll
with his assailant if the herculean Tim, COM
ing 70 the rescue, had not pinioned him from
behind. In another moment the knife was
lying on the grass, and Monk was neatly
handcuffed by the detective.
Snow, governor, you'd better take 1t quiet
lyin said Marshall, while Monk struggled
and CRASHED his teeth in impotent rage
''You're smart one, YOU are. hut the games
up at last"
Monk recovered himself sud laughed
fercely.
Let me go! OF what do you accuse mel
1t was murder just now, but since the muir
dered person is alive ld-n HIND should like
to know on what charge you arrest me4n
"Oh, there's no difficulty about thatfn said
Brinkley, looking at him superciliously. "In
the first place, you have by fraud and per-
jury possessed yourself of what never legally
belonged to you; in the second place, you
attempted murder, at any rate. But, upon
my life, don't think you are worth prose-
cutting. l think, Mr.. Marshall, you might
let him gon
Its letting mad dog loose, SIR" re-
piled Marshall. Hell hurt somebody
What do you say, Hiss Monk r. said Brink
ley. ''This amiable-looking person is your
fathers cousin. Shall Irelease your bride
groom in order that you may 60 with him to
the altar of Hymen and complete the cere-
monyf-
Il hate himr' cried Matt; II should like to
drown him in the sea-
Brinkley laughed
our sentiments are natural, but un-
christian. And the gentle Jones, now, who
is looking at you so affectionately, what
would you do with himp Drown him In the