Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1891-05-30

shutting his clinched hands spasmodic
ally, and shaking like leaf. Reassured
to some extent by the sound of the voice
Enthusiastically appertaining to a person
Of flesh and blood, William Jones grad
ually uplifted his face, and looked in
CHASTITY wonder at the speaker.
You will be anxious To ascertain,
proceeded Brinkley, with his old air oi
lightness, ~by what accident, or special
Providence, arose from the grave in
which you politely entombed me2 The
explanation is very simple. My young
friend here, Matt, the founding, or,
should rather call her, Miss Monk, OF
Monkshurst, came to my assistance, at.
tended to my injuries, which were not
so serious as you imagined, and enabled
me, before daybreak, to gain the kindly
shelter of my caravan. Tim and Ger,
tain rural doctor did the rest. / am
sorry to disappoint you, Mr.. Monk, bu,
felt bound TO keep my promise--to in.
terfere seriously with your little ar
rangements, il you persistently refused
to do justice to this young lady"
AS he spoke, Monk uttered u savage
oath and rushed toward the road; but
Marshall was after him in a moment,
and sprung upon him. There was a
quick struggle. Suddenly Monk drew
a knife, opened it, and brandished It i'm
the air; so that. it would have gone i'll
with his assailant il the herculean Tim,
coming to the rescue, had not pinioned
him from behind. In another moment
the knife was lying on the grass, and
Monk was neatly handcuffed by the de-
tective.
~Now, governor, you'd better take it
quietly!" said Marshall, while Monk
struggled, and gnashed his teeth in i'm
potent rage. You're q smart one, you
are, but the games up at last"
Monk recovered himself, and laughed
fiercely.
Let me gol OF what do you accuse
me? 1t was murder just now, but since
the murdered person is alive (d--n
him!) / should like to know on what
charge yoa arrest me-"
~Oh. there's no difficulty about thatl"
said Brinkley, looking at him suspi-
ciously. in the first place, you have
by fraud and perjury possessed your
self of what never belonged to you. In
the second place, you attempted murder
at any rate. But upon ny life, i don't
think you are worth prosecuting. I
think, Mr.. Marshall, you might let him
CO."
~It's letting mad dog loose, sir" re-
piled Marshall. Hell hurt somebody" !"
What do you say, Miss Monk?" said
Brinkley. This amiable-looking per-
son is your fathers cousin. Shall re-
lease your bridegroom inorder that you
may go with him to the altarof Hymen
and complete the ceremony
Il hate him!" cried Matt; Il should
like to drown him i'm the sea-"
Brinkley laughed.
@Your sentiments are natural, but
unchristian. And the gentle Jones,
now, who is looking atyou so af-x xction-
ntely, what would you do with hinsf
Drown him in the sea tooy"
4No, no, Matt" interposed William
Jones. abjectly; speak up for me, Matt.
] ha' been fatherto you allthese years.
Matt seemed perplexed what to say.
So Brinkley again took up the CONVEX
sation.
~On reflection we will refer William
Jones to his friends the coast-guard
chaps / think he will be punished
enough by the distribution Of his little
gr0perty in the cave. Eli, Mr.. Jonesy.
zones only wrung his hands and wall
ID, thinking Of his precious treasure.
And 30. Matt" continued BrinkIey.