Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1891-02-17
LONE HOLLOW;
Or, The Peril Of the PenrOyS.
A Thrilling and Romantic stcr--

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tYou surprise me-" uttered Starbright.
~ am glad, however, to know that the girl
escaped. Why did she remain away SO
long"
''Of course you are glad. You and Miss
Joyce were such good friends"
. Was there u sarcastic ring in the volce
of the young hunters Captain Starbright
imagined so, and the small dark face seemed
to take on a moclSing smile. The Captain
hdgeted in his seat, yet, somehow, seemed
rivetcd to the chair.
He attempted to rise, but Fingal's hand
pressed gently yet firmly against his shcul-
der, and in II low voice he said:
mo. no, my dear Captain, keep your seat
1 am becoming interested as well as your
self"
And tho Captain remained.
He seemed subject to a strong spell, and
faces and objects began to float and be-
come indistlnct. Even the voice Of Fingal
was but an indistlnct murmur.
And still the Captain pulled at his cigar,
and permitted gentle languor to steal over
his senses.
1.-THE girl was miraculously saved" pro
ceeded Fingal, land she has returned to
make it interesting for the villain who en-
ployed q couple of rufians to murder her.
1t was the desperate work OF an assassin
throwing of the detective that was hot on
his track. A girl detectiveI That sounds
odd, yet l do believe that Lura Joyce is
nothing less, and that she will not cease
her efforts until prince Of villains is run
to earth"
Captain Starbright, although hearing but
indistinctly, yet felt vibration of fear ut
his heart, and the smiling, dark face of
Louis Fingal seemed like q black Nemesis
frownng upon him.
What was it that bound his limbs as
though in n wise, and held him on the
rack while being torturedl He realized
now that Fingal was his foe and he strived
to extricate himself from tho unseen
meshes.
Vain effort
although two tramps seized and hurled
the girl over precipice, she was not killed.
She lives, and you will yet meet her, II you
have not already, since her resurrection
from supposed death at the bottom of
Hangman's Gulch."
"Why do you thus address me9" artic-
ulated the Captain with no little difficulty.
"What has the fate of this simple girl to do
with mel'
"Do you say it has nothinga"
The hooking smile still fingered on the
face of Louis Fingal.
"Of course, that is the fact.'
"But in that case who paid those two
rufHians for their workr'
captain Clinton Starbright, you do know"
asserted Fingal, with ringing emphasis
"You would gladly give your right hand to
be assured that Lura Joyce was dead"
"Where did you learn so muchr
"From observation. You attempted to
take Lura Joyce's life last night, but was
frightened from your work."
Captain Starbright shook the hand Of
Fingal from his shoulder and attempted to
gain his feet. For the life of HIM he could
not. An invisible hand held him down, and
seemed to bind the very throbbings of his
heart.
Ahi what spell is this2
Captain Starbright writhed and twisted
in his chair while Fingal continued to re-
| gard him with that plying yet malicious
smile.
A tinlile on the glass caused the helpless
| Captain to look without. A face was
pressed against the pane, the sight of which
| broke the letharglc spell and caused Star
| bright to come to his feet with the quick
ness of an electric fash. q cry of terror fall
| ing from his lips.
"Hcavens! thut face agdtni' walled Star
bright, in paroxysm Of astoundment and
| fright.