Sturgis advertiser. (Sturgis, Dakota [S.D.]) 1887-1???, 1891-10-15

the dust from his hunting jacket
he prepared to revel in the exquisite
scenery of the mountainsof the sister
State.
The first few days of his vacation
flew by on wings of delight; but on his
| return one afternoon to his hotel, the
HoITOI VI UIon7rSEc CTepU lHJO Ills very
soul. .....-
Startled beyond expression, he lit.
orally rushed from the house, feeling
that il not delivered from this awful
thing insanity would ensue.
Down pathway leading to noun.
tain spring he sped, hardly knowing
which way he went, until he stood
beside the clear, sparkling fountain
Here he paused to regain self-pos
session and collect his scattered wits
While standing quietly; but in
wardly fighting down tumultuous
fear, gentleman passed by.
The man evidently did not notice
Gerald's presence for he strobe on with
hurried gait until he came to a large
| rock a little way from the spring
Here he leaned against the messy
side of the boulder and stood motion
less and silent with his back TOWARD
the spring.
There was something about the
stranger which attracted young
Stuart's attention at once; a certain
sort of familiar appearance impressed
him curiously.
While Stuart cogitated on the pos
sibility Of netting an acquaintance,
he saw four men approaching
with cat-like tread. He was
about to speak when they
motioned to him to keep quiet.
Dazed and astonished Gerald obeyed.
In few minutes they had sur,
rounded the man by the rock, and,
presenting cleaning weapon, one
of their number revealed an official
star, clapped a hand on the arm OF
the silent man and said, ''you are my
prisoner"
The man turned on his captors
with fierce oath, but seeing their
numbers allowed himself to be taken
into custody without resistance.
1t was then that Gerald Stuart
staggered back uttering a cry of sur.
prise. Had the Glenside wheelman
materialized?
whats the matter with you,
young MANI" asked one of the cap.
tors coming forward and addressing
Stuart, after the manacles were safe.
ly on the prisoner. But Gerald could
only fix a Mortified gaze on the one
under arrest and manage to gasp ''foI
Gods sake who is hep"
THE notorious Alec Hale" an.
swered the officer promptly; ''he's
given Us trouble enough Heaven
knows without any ones grooming
like that over his capture"
But Gerald heard as one in a dream.
Before him stood the counterpart OF
the Glenside wheelman, even to the
pin on his shirt front.
The men were about to move away
disguised with Stuart's manner when
it occurred to the latter that he must
speak.
With superhuman effort he broke
the awful spell which had come over
him at sight of that face and re-
quested of the officers the privilege
of asking the prisoner question.
'We don't like the idea of delay
they said, shut you may speak to
him."
They evidently began to suspect
Gerald of some sort of trickery and
one of them kept his revolver in read
mess to cover him at a moments
warning.
Gerald took no notice of this, how
ever, but turning to the prisoner,
asked, "Were you ever at Glenside
Grove between Northfield, Me-, and
a cOuntry-seat called Sterling Place;
were you ever there in the night?"
The man with the handouts on
trembled violently, a guilty, hunted
look came over his pale face as he
fixed his cleaning eyes ON Stuart.
But he did not answer.
II see! you have not forgotten" re-
sumed Stuart, 'but did it ever occur
to you that that pin on your
bosom might give you away? 1t has,
Alec Hale; you look enough like the
murdered man to be his brother"
The mans countenance grew
deathly white. "Are you an ayeng-
ing angel" he shrieked, ssor what
devil told you the story?"
mo one told me, answered Gerald
calmly; 81 saw the Glenside tragedy
myself"
The fettered man sank to the
ground, moaning terribly. Eyes"
he confessed. II killed my brother,
Arthur Hale. o, that he mountains
would fall on me and hide me from
God Almighty" Then he lay prone
on the ground giving vent to heart
rending groans.
is he wanted for that crime??"
asked Gerald of the officers as he
looked down on the grovelling cul-
prit.
No, SIR" was the answer, ssthat
must be one of the dark deeds yet to
be unearthed.n
All at Cnce the prisoner became
very quiet. Lift him up, said one,
and they did; but he was quite dead.
Alec Hale had gone to the bar of God
with his case, and only a corpse wore
the manacles. sGreat Heayen!,,
exclaimed she sheriff; then
solemn stiffness fell over the little
group. They looked at one another