The Red Cloud chief., 1889-03-29

Who was her, Rrowled the police spokeo'
with . grimaoe. q.
Don Benito."
"a halfcrased fellow" explained Fingal
Be harmless. usually. ! suppose he imag.
seems % have . dread ofsuch . fate Think
likely he has escaped from some asylum"
""Then he ought % Be looked after"
perhaps; although ! regard hum - q
harmless lunatic."
Rimacin&. I'm lock him up II lean ~
hands On him"
Again Offering apologies the omeers with
drew.
"Now whsss" querisd wentword. Finga,
end then sat down.
"Thas VA n unlucky ~intefruptoc,
Austin"
ut would b foolish 70 deny IT," sdnit
ted the young mechanic.
lam convinced thas Don Benito - %
ordinary person. His hatred Of Captain
| Saarbrisht conyinces me that the Captain
has injured the old man at some date in the
past"
at may DO So"
"Where could he have obtained that Will
I am puzzled about that"
"Do you imagine that Il was g~cnuinc"
am not prepared 20 say. But for that
| interruption ] should have soon learned
| more about it."
"Perhaps we can find the old man IN tho
morning."
ayes. that will b easy enough, provid-
ing he doesn't fall into tho clutches OF the
law" answered Fingal. ~ must eco that
will, and vo,s must SEQ Grace. II will never
t do for you TO permit tho willy Captain 70
poison her mind against you. I happen 70
know that you still have . fast hold upon her
heart"
IL wish I had such assurance" said
wcutword, modify. Money Is o bar %
my success She Is % heiress, while lam
but . poor mechanic"
"Nonsenso. I've no patience with you,
Austin Wcntword,' uttered Fingal, shortly.
Faint heart never won . wife. Go in 70
win and thwart this Captain Starbright l
tell you tho battle 10 to tho vigilant and
brave. Would you see Grace fall . victim
to q wicked fortune hunterF"
"Never-"
"Thcn visit her at once. Be q man and
stumble ut nothing. l will help you TO win"
"Yoa"
"Certainly."
The young hunters email, brown hand
went out, and there in the dim light the "
claspcd palms in token Of mutual regard.
"Captaln Clinton Starbright has planned
to win the Vandible millions. and he has
planned well, stopping at nothing, not even
human life, to gain q point He has made
one mismove, however, and II you will
work with me I bclieve we shall thwart the
scoundrel In tho end"
The speakers face was aglow with feel
ing, and Austin WentwOrd was glad indeed
TO have such . brave youth for his friend.
On their first meeting he had saved him
from staining his and with blood; surely,
such . friend was worth the possessing.
II am with you, Louis Fingal, 70 the Bit
ter end in this battle for the right"
Thus was the alliance scaled.
It was evening. The wind moaned through
walls Of Lone Hollow.
Nearly . month had passed since the
death Of Morgan Vandiblc. and the poign-
ancy OF Grace Penroy's grief was dulled,
yet she had not rcsAined her Old, sweet
smile, nor the healthy, happy glow Of cheek
and eye.
The Captain was permanently located at
LoneHollOw now, and vibrated constantly be-
tween the old mansion and Stoneficld. There
was . roIblcd look on hrs brow that did not
escape the notice Of Grace Penroy.
No news from Lura Joyce.
1t was this that troubled Grace moro
than aught else the uncertain fate OF her
brave cousin.
The heiress stood before the long glass
combing out her long yellow locks, a. she
had lone on = former occasion, when q pair
Of mischievous. loving eyes were near,
watching and admiring. Grace was think
ing Of Lura Just now, ind wondering il the
mystery Of her disappearance would never
BE- solved.
The face reflected in the glass was pale
and thin, not the one hat looked out at her
u few weeks before.
Aslgh& sound fell on tho girls ear, the
crcaking Of the door. Grace needed it not.
however. decmins it but the act Of q gust OF
air along the hall.
'GrarcW
The girl before the glass started ut the
sound OF . VOICE ~pronounciug her name.
There was . familiar ring m the voice that
carried her back TO other days.
Turning quickly she saw vailed female
standing before her.
Will you permit me to rest here . mo-
mcntr" uttered the stranger.
'.Restl I d. not understand. Who arc
voui Surely your voice sounds familiar"
cried Trace, in bewiderment.
A Low. musical laugh followed from the
visitor, . laugh that awakened old echoes in
the heart Of Grace Pcnroy. She stood
thrilled, s~xpectant wildly excited, a .
hand lifted the vail. Grace started for.
ward with . great cry. Before her stood
LURA JOYCE!
CHAPTER XVII
STORY.
Grace Penroy ssnk nearlv fsinting on the
breast Of her unexpected visitor. Tho