Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1891-08-06

upon Beauchampe to thrust him into the
carriage, when the man who first sprang
upon him held his face against a seat to
stifle HIS cries.
~This is awful, . said one of the look
ers-on, ~sickening
at is cowardly. I'll make It my bust
ness to inquire into this case, said an
other.
@On one Of the most public thorough
fares, too. said another with a shudder.
AHe looks like q gentleman 1 say,
suppose we get a policeman TO look
into it.
IDOL Get dozen, gentlemen said
the owner OF the badge as he entered
the carriage, and pulled the door close,
while the driver sprang upon his seat,
and the carriage was driven rapidly
away.
At least q dozen luen witnessed the
closing part of this extraordinary scene,
which scarcely occupied two minutes.
1t was all accomplished with such
llghtning-like celebrity that when the car
riage disappeared the spectators looked
at each other wonderingly, like men
awaking out of a dream. One remarked:
~Well, they are experts, whoever they
are.
Then everybody said they never wit
messed anything like it. And everybody
swore no friend of theirs should ever
be trusted to the tender mercies Of keep
eEs in a mad-house-
Meantime, Beauchampe was laid on
his back on one Of the seats, and the
other occupants Of the carriage de-
hberately sat down on him. He
struggled a moment helplessly. then
gasped for breath. He believed he was
dying. He thought their object was to
murder him then and there. Thoughts
Of his zfgfar nf hts daaa 81
the plans he had made for the future
OF Livingston, swept through his brain;
his ears were filed with surging, rush
ing sound, like the tremendous pressure
Of mighty waters. His heart seemed to
fill his body in its last throb-then he
became unconscious.
When he regained consciousness he
thought he was lying on his bed in his
lodgings, with his sisters hand on his
head.
Hes all right, now, Peters. Guess
he won't give us no more trouble"
If he does, F" the imprecatiOn that fin
ished the speech revived Beauchampe's
recollection.
He opened his eyes and looked at the
two men sitting opposite him.
The carriage was moving rapidly over
smooth roadway. Beauchampe,: who
was lying on his right side, contrived,
Win great UMOEIs 10 SIT upright he
gaZed at his companions in the dim light;
not a word was spoken by the prisoner
or his captors- Beauchampe deemed il
wisest 90 hold his peace; he was power
less; at the mercy OF these ruffians whose
object he was ignorant of.
AS the carriage sped over the road, he
racked his brain to divine the purpose of
his eaptors- Suddenly he said, as if the
idea had been suggested by another per-
son:
as it possible one of you called me
ave might call you Carricli now, " said
one.
Then you have made a terrible mis-
take My name is not Carrick-"
THAT will do now, Jim.
81 tell You my name is not Carrick, -
Beauchampe reiterated al never heard
the name until one of you addressed me
tonight
at wasn't one of us-at least he isn't
here now, and it don't make any differ
ence whether you call yourself Smith,
Brown, or Jones'
"What has Carriek done? Who is Car
rick? What am guilty OFF"
Keeps it up well, don't hep" said one
OF his captors.
The carriage turned of the road. The
only sound heard was the quick breath
ing of the hard-driven horses Then the
carriage stopped, one of the men sprang
out, and the other grasped Beauchampe
roughly, commanding him to step out
carefully, and make no false move.
Beauchampe Obeyed in silence He was
led between the two, while the driver
walked behind, until they approached
entrance of large gloomy looking build
ing. Beauchampe shuddered as he
glanced up at the dim outlines
What was this house?
One of his captOrs rang bell.
Instantly the door opened. 1t was evil
| dent some one was in waiting. Two OIL
| Beauchampe's captOrs passed into the
vestibule and passageway with him, still
grasping his arms tightly. The driver
remained outside
A man with a very large, hooked nose
who had opened the door, preceded them
| turning into a room on the right, II
which another gentleman sat Thi.
gentleman rose when the group entered
glanced at the door, and the man with
the heavy, hook nose instantly closed il.
A lamp with soft shade stood on q
table covered with green oil cloth There
was neither carpet, rug, picture, mirror,
nor any article of furniture ia this room
save the plain table and two arm chairs.
Beauchampe gazed around this room
curiously, and again chill passed over
him
The occupant Of the room, a man
with dark, piercing eyes and cold, pas
sionless features, lifted the lamp and
gazed steadily in Beauchampe's face.
AS he replaced the lamp on the table
again, ne said, in a tone of Indifference;
II see you have had 4 tussle. That
will do. You can go. Hawkins, do you
think you can manage without them
now?S
As Beauchampe's captors turned neal
the door, the man with the hook nose
measured Beauchampe from head tC
foot very deliberately-in a way thai
caused him to SILVER a third time, and
replied:
Easily"
The door opened and Beauchampe's
captor's passed out, leaving him alone
with the tall man with the piercing
black eyes and the broad-shouldered
man with the great hOok-nose-
"Where am p" asked BeauchGmpe,
looking at the tall man
He leaned forward involuntarily.
The man with the hoOk-nose stood al
his left shoulder staring at him with
hard, unwinking eyes. The tall man
contemplated Beauchampe at least q
minute; then he said. in an ordinary tone
@You are in safe hands, Carrick.
my name is not Carrick. l tell you.
There has been fearful mistake. am
an artist
There always is a mistake, II you
are an artist we will give you something
to amuse you
Il tell you my name is not Carrick,
and l warn you. sir"
@Take him to his room, Hawkins"
Hawkins advanced. The grasp he
gave Beauchampe frightened and anger
ed him
@Oo not crush my arm in that way"