The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-06-19
CHAPTER II.

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| no better than you"
The speaker is a handsome young man,
poorly but plainly dressed. He stands with
folded arms and faces the well dressed
man who bars his way. His hearer starts.
''That voice" he says; then he asks for a
wienerwurst in a cultural tone, and de-
parts without word. The seller of sau-
| sages gazes after him with his piercing
eyes. Asst stranger goes up the street
whistling 1.-THE Sweet By and By" ut is
hymn" be mutters
Across the way Gilligan's chemical la
boratory is blaze of light. From the fam
lily entrance the cloaked figure of woman
issues. She carries half concealed a small
bucket The well dressed man crosses the
street and meets her half way. "Give me
the growler," he gasps; sash Barrel Ike is
dogging our trail as frankfurter seller"
The woman hands him the bucket and
turns pail.
"But why do you drink it all, Reginaldp"
she asked. Remember l had promised
to chase the duck with my little one. Our
little one, Reginald" she adds, and takes
the can from his all unwilling hand.
"Yes, curse your cries the man. "You
and the brat do nothing but booze"
The woman laughs. I'VE don't git no
boot off you in that" she says.
But he scowls at her, and she is silent.
CHAPTER Ill
At Hog Hudson the state
ly home of Reginald McGinty reared its
head. The primitive people of Hog Hollow
gazed wonderingly at the mansion hid be-
hind the tall elms and the high brick wall
or 4 !, 49,
ten at shadowy eve they heard the sweet
voice of young maiden rise clear through
the shadowy twilight, but no living person
had they ere beheld, save the tail dark man
whose hair was already tinged with gray,
who only said his name was Reginald Nc
Ginty, and they could learn nothing more.
Yet there was one who had fathomed the
mystery. Down the terraced walk, arm in
arm, walked a couple in the twilight. One
of them was young girl in the first flush
OF dawning womanhood; wealth of au-
burn curls set off burglar proof face,
from which two eyes peeped shyly at each
other. Her pellucid, almond shaped ears,
like Dresden tea trays, stood out from her
classic, chiseled face.
lmogene McGinty was as cute as a bugs
ear. The young man at her side was tall
duu AduuSOLne, WIN race ike Greek
god. 1t was our hero, Ike Irvington.
"lmogene, dearest" he was saying, 81
have unearthed the secret of your birth. |
You are no kin to your father"
Tbs young girl shrank from him. 'Heav- |
en- help meW she murmured, and in the |
he could see the hard, cruel lines |
that crossed her countenance, until her |
young face looked like piece of corduroy. |
"Imogene, dearest" he whispered, "wheu |
l tracked those villains was unsuccessful !
But discovered where they hid their spoiIs
Among the plunder l found the famous |
Mulligan diamonds, and apaper tellingwho
you were. The description tailed exactly. ! |
have reason to think that Reginald McGinty !
is the leader of the gang who committed the
burglary to hide his robberies. Ny plans
cannot go astray. Twill have him arrested
on suspicion of being Frenchy No. 2, and
while he is held five or six months in the
House of Detention we will wiring con-
fession from him by cleaning his nails"