Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1892-05-26

"S-st. No names. Him. What Of
him?"
He's safe and sound, isn't hep"
For the present.
For week, surely?"
Yes; but afterwards"
Unlock the door, say 60! Well be
safe and far away by the time he comes
here"
"All right. Ali thank you. A hum
dred? need it. No Instruction."
Yes, get back to Black Rock, and
stay there. Watch him close. If he
| escaped
Don't fear, he won't.
1T would mean ruin to our plans"
Il realize that as we'll as you. guess
I'll CO."
Very good. TIL take look at the
rich girl, just for polcy's sake. Then
I'll try and devise way to kill time
until the lawyers ready to pay me my
fortune"
What does 1t mean?"
Over and over again the marvelling
Ralph Prescott asked himself the ques-
! ton.
Here was plot, beyond the perad-
venture Of a doubt-here was mystery.
Who was the bearded man? A fellow
conspirator? In what? plot. plot
for what? The fortune. But why?
The acknowledged, proven and ac-
| cepted heir to the legacy, why should
| Paul Dalton plot to secure that which
was already his?
Above all, who was the man so mys-
teriously and covertly alluded to?
Il can't make it Quit" muttered the
| dazed Prescott.
III find a way!" he asserted stub
| bornly, few minutes later. BLACK
| Rock! At that place this accomplish Of
| Paul Dalton makes his headquarters,
and O. gruesome, desolate place it is.
There he has him. I'll drive there to-
night, and take u look around. No,
won't. Dalton spoke Of going to see
Ruth. Out Of sheer curiosity I'd like to
see how he acts when he does meet her. :"
Prescott left his place Of espionage
and hurried back to the former home of
Godfrey Forsythe.
Ho met the woman in charge Of Ruth
at the door.
How is she?" he asked, concernedly.
neutrality-suspicious. at times, then
rational. She sits up every now and
then, looks around her confusedly, and
then with q wild shrek, covers her face
with her hands, and cries out wildly that
her heart Is broken that her husband is
false! false! false!"
"A man will call here in few mo-
ments," spoke Prescott; SHOW him in
when he comes 1t Is her husband, Paul
| Dalton"
The woman looked startled.
| And leave him with her alone for q
few moments, went ON Prescott IF
she recognizes him, he may be able to
quiet her.
All right, Mr. Prescott"
Prescott proceeded to the apartment
adjoining that in which Ruth lay. He
placed it's door slightly ajar, so he could
look into the sick-room, and see and
hear all that was going on.
There was ring at the door bell and
o parley Il few minutes later.
The woman ushered Paul Dalton into
the sick-room and left him there.
Curiously the watcher in the next
! apartment regarded him.
He was surprised to note timldity,
frightened look on the face Of his
rival.
The latter advanced to the couch and
glanced down at Ruth.
Then he started back quickly.
| PAUL"
Springing up suddenly, Ruth Elliott
with staring eyes transtiXed the intruder.
Fascinated by the weird manner of the
invalid, he seemed utterly overcome.
PAUL" gasped the tortured girl, you
have come back, and-changed! Paul!
Paul! | know ALL You deceived me.
You were welded to another"
| Her visitor seemed nervously anxious
to leave the room, but he managed to
articulate confusedly:
NO, it is not true. I was welded
once, but she, my wife, died, and"
A shrek interrupted Infringing,
echoing, appalling.
AS he spoke, Ruth Elliott had started.
| Not upon his words did her interest
hang, but upon that strange, changed
! tone.
Viewing him as If she would read him
through and through, she cried wildly:
He is not false. Oh! [ see it all,
Paul Dalton! The mystery the secret
he spoke Of. Stay! | command you to
remain where you are"
The man absolutely covered. Amazed
at his craven fear, the watching Ralph
Prescott could only stare and marvel.
He is true, my loyal love" went on
Ruth, excitedly. Il know it now; I
divine the mystery now. Ralph Pres
colt was only mistaken, but you, i'm
postor-I read your craven soul"
White as death, the intruder recoiled,
for Ruth, leaning toward him, projected
the thrilling words:
Speak. ere l call for help to unmask
| you! l know what you are. not what
you seem. Speak, imposter, coward,
perhaps murderer! What have you done
with my husband-the real Paul Dali
! ton?"
| ITO BE CONTINUED
THE mantle of James Russell
| Lowell, as the sole honorary vice