Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-02-14
LONE HOLLOW;
 Or, The Peril of the PenrOyS.

"A 4A44AllAlG ChA1O the hound that is working against me. am not the only one who seeks to win the Vandiblc millions. Who is that otherl Not Mrs. Perroy, no, no; but that greasy me Chanic. WentwOrd, and this young LouIs Finga is in league with him. It is plain enough, now. The boorish mechanic has moro wit thaItI gave him credit for This note was written to frighten me and leave every thing to him. It won't work. will not be frightened from the track. I have gone too fur for that-too many lives lie under my feet"
 Then tho Captain thought of the mention of the forged will in the note he had just received.
 "I can only account for that on the sup position that it was done out of mere bra vado. No one saw the forgery. Wentword is at the bottom of the theft, andSI' turn my attention to him immediately. Poor fool! He will find that he can not tamper with my plans with impunity."
 In the meantime the person who had brushed against the Captain and pressed the note into his hand hurried down the street without once looking behind him. At the intersection of another street he turned down and moved with rapid strides toward that part of the little city bordering on river He entered an alley-way, passed through side door and up a flight of stairs, opening another door, admitting him into small, dimly lighted apartment, occu- pied by two persons
 "Ah, the gondolcr has returnedr'
 A slender figure advanced, and, as tho light from above falls on his face, we rec. ognize the well-known features of Louis Fingal.
 ''Aye!" exclaimed the last conner, in a shrill, unpleasant voice. ''The henchman of the Doge comes. Benito has not been tc tho palace in vain," at the same timc way ing a folded paper over his head.
 "Sit down, Bcnito,' ordered Fingal, in gentle, yet authoritative tone. II have talked the matter over with our friend Austin, and he seems to agree with us that the Doge must be overthrown."
 Good! Come forward, Austin, and let us view your kindly countenance."
 The third man stepped forward.
 1t was Austin Wentword, the young me chanic. Hc was well clad, and there was a look of interest manifest on his frank, hand. some face. He had been in deep trouble during the past few weeks on account of his quarrel with Grace. To-day, however, a change had come over the spirit of his dreams.
 Louis Fingal was tho magician who had worked tho transformation, and made the warm blood to flow with it's wontcd fcrvor through the veins of young Wentword.
 "Grace still loves you, but Captain Star bright has planned your ruin and the pos session of the heiress,' asserted the young hunter, and then he entered into an ex- plantation that confirmed all that he assert ed. So we find the young mechanic ready to enter into plans for the defeat of the schemng Captain.
 The third member of the trlo was curi- osity. He had removed his hat and stood plainly revealed.
 Above tho medium height, with high, noble brow, he would have been handsome but for the wild look in the deep-set, dark eyes. His beard, almost white, reached be- low his waist, and the thin hair was also long, though nicely combed and oiled. Tho cheeks were thin and hollow and every movement of the u!an indicated unsteadi- ness of thought; that his mind was in a daze. His dress was of the coarsest ma tcrial, yet well fitting and remarkable for it's nCatnrss.
 "ls tho council ready to hear the report of the grand chamberlalnl questioned thIs strange man, gazing about the room as though it wore filled with people,
 "Me arc reliy.' answered Fingal. Then he turned to Wontword and whspercd:
 "ThcrC is method in his madness, 1 am sure. He has suffered some great wrong, and"
 "Lisfrn to Don Bcnito's report" cried the strange old man, moving his hand sov- eral times over the heads of his compan- ions.
 "We listen, Don Bcnito." uttered Fingal, with the most wonderful gravity.
 ''I here produce a wonderful document that came into my possession this night through strange combination of circum- stances" said the old man, drawing forth a folded lcgal-looking document and un- rolling it. The last will and testament of Morgan Vandiblc"
 "What! Is it possiblel"
 Fingal started and bent quickly over the document in the hand of the dcmented old man. It was indeed what Don Benito had read.
 Scarcely had an exclamation of astonish- ment fallen from Fingal's lips when loud rap fell on the door, and voice cried sternly:
 "Open in the name of the law!"