The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1889-02-02
Halo! who comes 2"

"Name it. F"
For five thousand dollars"
"All right shall have it"
Il must have half down now."
well, wait here until l return. !"
And Jeanette, for it was none other
than she, glided quietly back to the
mansion and soon returned with the
amount.
"Here is your money, and this letter
will tell you just what L want you to
d !, and these two letters are to be dis
posed of &C crling to the directions.
Remember, those letters must be mailed
in Chicago, and when everything is
done, and she is clear OF the country,
you shall have the rest of your money.
No mistake, on peril of your life"
Jeanette returned to the mansion
without being seen, while her paid tool
went back to his old sod house, in the
woods down by the coast.
All, humh Two thousand five hun
dred dollars in my pocket now, and
that much more comm for almost
nothin'; purity good, [ tell you, but l
kinder hate to do it arter all. Old
Jack1l need catch no more fish, though,
while he lives, and-ha ha! she's
doin' the thing
Those were the muttered thoughts of
old Jack Wiler, an old fisherman, that
had lived for years in an old log house,
in the woods by the coast. No one
knew where he lived but Jeanette,
and she knew it by chance merely.
In the early spring, as she was gath
4 no L, NV
accident she came near the door of this
strange old house.
Old Jack was sitting on the step
smoking his old pipe as she came up,
and, in a short time, she yentured to
speak to him. Ii was in this manner
that she learned of the sod house and
first met Jack Wiler Had there even
a few stars shone on the night of their
meeting in the boat house, one might
have seen how Jack looked, as he slow
~ picked his way to his lonely home
IN the woods, but all was black dark
ness, and the hideous specimen of
humanity, with its long, shaggy gray
hair and beard, its rounded shoulders,
and stopped form, could not be seen.
Finally he reached his home and en-
tered the dark, damp, lonely room.
An old grease lamp was lighted, and
old Jack sat down in an old broken
chair to read the letter that Jeanette
gave him.
"Ah, humh. / know'd old Harry'd
be to pay or that dark, purity woman
would not have a finger in the pie. [
guess / kin manage it all right, but
it'll he purity lonely fur him in this
old dark room fur so long"
The light was then blown out aud
old Jack lay down upon an old bundle
of damp, muddy straw, a richer but
not happier man.
In the afternoon of the fourth day
after that strange meeting the mail
was delivered at the mansion, and Ray
hastily ran over the different letters.
"Ah. There is hand | do not
know; let me see what he has to say"
The letter was opened, and the
noble-hearted mans face grew as white
as the paper before him as he read
on down the page. The letter was
this:
CHICAGO. H.. Nov 20 1876.
To the master of the Bristol estate:
The things l wish to state in this letter
are not to be doubted, and [ will be as brief
as possible. You may think me an I'M
poster: it is not |, but that artful deceptive
beauty that you now call your wife.
l believe you to be an honest man, and |
am in sympathy with you, for you, as well
as myself, are the victim Of that Woman'5
treachery.
BY mere chance | recently learned where
she is, and am acquainted with the manner
in which she entered your house; also of
the little scheme by which she succeeded III
temporarily establishing her innocence. Her
beauty and that innocent look she pos
sesses will deceive most any man. 1t did
me, and | sec il has you.
The name she gave you on entering your
house was fictitious, and / doubt whether
any one knows her right name; you see she
Is not legally your wife. Her little plan to
murder me failed, although she is not aware
OF the fact aS yet. You see she has not al
together escaped me, and now, | want my
wife. If you do not believe me, call ut the
- Hotel. in Michigan City, on the oath
inst, and | will prove to you these state
ments As for the child-why, of course. [
want nothing TO do with it.
RE. DETHRoPE
As Ray finished reading that strange
and awful letter, the contents of which
pierced his heart like two-edged
sword, the paper dropped from his
hands, and he sat there, in a dazed, be
wlldered manner, just how long he did
not know
1t was rapidly growing dark, and
every moment only added more sad
dened, haggard look to his face: the
Goals were black in the CRATE, and the
room was now dark and cold the wind
whistled down the chimney, and made
dismal, moaning sound; but Ray
hAa ri n+ al In
cry, the awful agony that he endured,
and the thoughts that passed through
his mind as he sat there for hours in
the cold and darkness, no one ever
knew.
He finally slowly rose from b s chair
and began pacing up and down the
room, still buried in sad thoughts.
Suddenly he stopped in the center of
the room, his face lighted up with
new light, while his eyes flashed fire.
1t is all false, all black lie, for my
little darling is not false. No, no; but
we are both the victims Of some treach-
cry, and l viii go to the city this mo-
ment and secure a detective and have
this matter sifted to the very bottom,
and, woe unto the guilty one"
With two long rides he reached the
bell-rope and gave it such a mighty
pull that it brought Thomas to the
door in double-quick time.
"Iom, have a horse saddled and at
the gate for me in just two minutes"
And in about that short time the horse
was there, and Ray was waiting for it.
go now, and II your mistress that
am off to the city on business, but will
be back III an hour or SO.
He then lightly sprang into the sad
die, aud put the spur to the horse.
The clatter of the horses hoofs WIS
soon heard far down the long, broad
avenue, aud now the horse and rider
enter the dark, thick forest.
As Ray dashed on, scarcely knowing
what he would do first, two rough
looking, murderous men rushed from
their hilin1 n1apa and or1ara1 b;r, =.