The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1891-08-09

"His body was found chained to the Of
fcer who was taking him to prison. oh, Il
there were any doubtr' She pressed her
hands together and her lips trembled.
'Of course there can be- none But had
he lived you would have been his wife,"
She covered her face with her hands, and
then dropped into her chair and leaned her
head against the back Of it.
The count stood looking down at her. He
took OF his eyeglasses, and his powerful
dark eyes were bent upon her with an in
tense expression. His lips were parted as
il to speak But at that moment a sound
Of voices was audible in the adjoining room.
Mrs. Bannick and Mrs. Raven had re-
turned from their shopping expedition
The count recovered himself in an instant.
Il will do myself the honor 10 call again,
Miss Raven" he said. Forgive me fer
having disturbed you. l hope you will
think Of me as your friend" And then, as
ladies opened the door, he bowed to them
silently and tremendously and went out
His carriage, with two horses was stand
ing before the door. As the count emerged
from the house on the sidewalk there was
singular bright and triumphant express
sion on his face, as If some remarkable
happiness had befallsn him.
An understood man of dark compexion,
with black stubbIe Of beard on his face
and wearing q ragged coat and a derby hat
rusty with age and two sizes too big for
him. was shambling along the sidewalk in q
pair OF boots that were not mates. As the
Count de Isle approached his carriage the
dingy wreck OF civilization sprang TO open
the carriage door, having determined at q
giace that the count was not only able To
afford him quarter, but was in the right
humor TO do so.
a Of tlta ha
ducking and scraling, with his hat in mis-
hand, and pausing, he put his hand in his
waistcoat pocket. There was nothing there
but bank notes. The count next tried the
pocket OF his trousers, but milllonaires
suffer from inconvenience, as other folks
do, though of different kind. He pulled
out, not silver, but only q handful of gold"
81 am sorry" he said to the man; ~
have nothing but $40 piece"
THAT'S better than nothing, captain"
the man returned, with q ludicrous affec-
tation Of magnanimity. The count smiled
in recognition of the forlorn bit OF humor
and threw the coin into the hat The man
took it out between his forefnger and
thumb, delicately, as prestidigitateur
might and by quick movement caused it
to disappear. ny thanks, captain" he
said. Another time will do as much for
your
Just then there was a roar and a rush,
and Changing of bells and snorting Of
steam sweeping across the head of the road
a couple of rods of. 1t was fire engire
gallopiug headlong to its destination 10
ward the eastern water front The counts
horses were spirited creatures and not as
yet thoroughly broken in to New York Gus
toms. They made a spring. reared and
spang again to get away. The coachman
braced himself, but felt that he could not
control them. The count, who had placed
one foot upon the step, withdrew it just in
time to escape being knocked down by the
forward lurch of the carriage.
But the shabby man was enterprising in
more ways than in collecting eleemosynary
eagles. He jumped nimbly to the heads of
the horses and caught at the bits. He
might have been successful in stopping
them but that his hat, being too large, was
in some way jerked off his head, and fell
upon the nose of the of horse, who tossed
it up in the air, and having got to the end
of his endurance made desperate plunge.
The pole of the carriage struck the man on
the left shoulder, swinging him round to-
ward the right. He still chung to the rains
with his right hand, but he was being
dragged before the near horse, and after o
moment or two his hold slipped, and he fell
on his back with his head toward the curb.
The wheels passed over his legs below the
knee, and his left leg was broken Mean
time policeman had come up and con-
trived to stop the horses, and Count de
Isle stopped over the fallen maD.
"Are you badly hurti" he asked him.
zone leg gone, captain. Should't mind
if l had carriage OF my own; but, being
as it is, it's inconvenient"
ssI'll call an ambulance. sir" said tbs
policeman to Isle. ''These fellows is al
ways gettin' in the way. Serves him
right"
dear" murmured the crippled man.
s'My carriage is not an ambulance" said
the count TO the man, ''but if you think you
can stand IL FL drive you TO my own house.
You can be looked after as well as If you
were at the hospital"
"Never mind about the ambulance, Bob
by,n srid the man; "this gentleman and l
will manage for ourselves. Don't get in
the way good fellow Now, captain, l am
at your servlcer"
He was lifted into the carriage and his
leg supported on a bundle OF carriage rugs.
The count took his seat beside MIN and
they set out The pavemenLs were New
York pavements, and did their best 10 add
to the torture OF the sufferer; but the car
rage he'd wonderful springs, so elastic
thar their progress seemed more like sail
ing than driving.
.And where might your residence be, IL
might be so bold as 10 inquire, captain"
said the man, in an interval between two
grunts OF pain.
The count mentioned its situation.
aBless mel" exclaimed the other. "Not
really Well, we'll So the old house is
10 have an occupant at last. Well, de-
,larer'
"You appear to have been familiar with
T." said the count, amused
SIN a measure, yes. / knew Harry Trent
yeIl-very well. He built that house to
i've in-as he thought; but instead OF liv
ng in il ne was murdered in it. Mysteri-
Jus, captain, the ways Of providence! Poor
I'D Harry Friend of yours, sirl"
II have met him. Who are youi"
s'Alonzo Garcia is my name, captain. |
Sounds Italian, doesn't it! Well, L am Of
foreign extraction. Since my business
connection with Trent was severed by his !
iecease / have met with some reverses, /
financial and other"
ssWhat caused them"
s'Now, there is a curious point" vent |
Ired the other; Every curious to one who |
S interested in the vicissitudes Of life. The /
person directly influential in causing my |
disaster was the woman formerly known |
IS Sally Matchin, but now as the widow Of
his same Harry Trent. That fascinating |
,ut fatal woman, captain, put me In Jail on !
beseless charge, and l only got out |
week ago. was the best friend she ever |
lad, and she used me for all she thought / |
vas worth. But l am a free man again |
low, and only one leg gone. l think the
,ther may yet do me tS get up with Mrs. |
Sally and recall myself to her recollection. |
All here we are"
ssAlonZo Garcia 2" said the count to him
elf as be followed the servants VINO were |
carrying the cripple into the house. Have
ever heard OF him beforei l shouldn't |
wonder if might make some use OF him"
Ito BE CONTINIrEDl