Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1889-12-26

ment What force, what power undet |
heaven could lift the safe out of the we'll |
he had flung il into2 And by what strange
chance had the force of the food borne
1t this distance to lodge it right in his
vay7
IF il is your brothers safe, take il.
Get 1t out Of the way; and want you all
to get out Of my way. l am minding my
own business. Leave me TO mind my own
affairs and you attend to yours.
-Stayl" said Enoch Broadhurst, as he
opened one of the papers. Il hold in my
hand Mr.. Peters will, in which he be-
queathes all his property to Rose Parker,
and which names two of US, Jepson and
myself, executors.
aAnd which 1 witnessed" added Tom
Jerrold, soberly.
Giles Brockle looked around him.
Then he looked at the mountain side.
Across those mountain tops his Uncle Pc
ters now lay on his death-bed. Per.
haps he was dead. He had not taken the
trouble to go near him, or ask after
him, for two days. He had not looked
on his uncle's face for months.
Giles Brockle lifted hand, and, skak-
ing it in the direction of South Fork
dam, said:
"Curses light on the man who cut me
off without penny Curses rest on him
| hereafterl May he"
At that instant, an old man stepped
forward tremblingly, leaning heavily on
| q cane. An attendant stood beside him.
| Si Harkess stood behind him with saucer
like eyes
1t was Tom reJers. Iom Peters look
| ing very frail, but with as clear eyes as
ever met his friends. His voice was also
| quite clear as he said, deliberately:
Curse to your hearts content. Every
curse you utter will return upon you with
terrible-with overwhelming force. My
willis made. In the presence of all here,
I repeat, it was always my purpose to
| give the greater portion of my property
to Rose Parker; now give it all to her"
Giles Brockle stood confounded-
craven, like the wretch he was.
I advise you to leave the place, said
his uncle.
Then Giles made movement. AS he
turned, those nearest m beheld he
turned ashen gray, then greenish color.
His eyes stood out in his head; his jaw
fell.
And command him to stand still. ]
charge him with an attempt to MUIR
der mel"
1t was the face, the voice, Of Alexander
Rutledge.
Those who witnessed this extraordinary
scene were silent. The lawyer was paler
than usual, but otherwise there was no
change in his appearance save in his at
tire.
Il shall enjoy the privilege of taking
you in charge myself and turning you
over to the deputy" said the lawyer, adj
vancing resolutely as he spoke.
But Giles Brockle was prepared foI
this emergency. Ere any one surmised
his intention, he thrust hand in his
pocket pulled out pistol and holding
It over his heart, fred, falling dead at the
feet of the man he thought he had mur-
dered.
1T is as we'll" said Alexander Rutledge,
solemnly, as the group stood ave- stricken.
1T is the end I expected-and often
predicted. said Tom Peters.
The manner in which Alexander Rut-
ledge was rescued was as wonderful as
any of the thrilling experiences related OF
the great food. After being drawn under
vortex of water twice, he was pulled oui
on the roof of house, only to float down
the river. He was exhausted when car.
ried to farmhouse, and lay there three
days before he was able to return to Johns
town in wagon.
Tom Peters will never be the same
man again. The news of the great dis.
aster gave him fresh lease of life, the
doctors say; but he is SO feeble that hi
is ready to go" to use his own words
any time.
Mr.. and Mrs. Somers are abroad. Aftel
helping all who required immediate. as
sistance, they carried out their origina
plan.
1t is ST Harkess who has "mo' won
derful story-ten times mo- wonderful
story-dan de food to tell, as he relates
the death of Giles Brockle.
1.-THE END.