Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1892-05-19
CHAPTER XIII.
WHAT A CHANGE.

Paul Dalton or his ghost" Ralph
Prescott had apparently spoken truly.
The intruder was now fully revealed,
and at him the startled schemer stared
wonderingly.
The first shock of the Strangeness of
the appearance passed away quickly,
however. 1t did not seem to be because
Paul Dalton had returned, because he
was here, that Prescott was bewildered,
it was the suggestion Of the unreal, of
the uncanny, that had Jared his nerves
and left him gaping, dubious mar
Weller
For there was something unusual,
something unnatural, in the appear ance
of the intruder.
His lurking actions were rather eau
tious than stealthy, and as he returned
the look of his challenger it was with an
expression in his eyes entirely foreign
to the keen, penetrating look that the
former farm superintendent ordinarily
wore.
Again. few days had made great
change in Paul Walton S features.
He had shaven his face perfectly
clean, his hair had been cropped close,
he dressed in a loud, affected style.
His eyes seemed to have grown small
change Ralph Prescott would scarcely
have believed possible had he been told
of it, but personal inspection was his,
and he could only look and wonder.
| Into his mind crept a solution of the
mystery, quick and tangible.
| Paul Dalton had probably been away
visiting his other wife-seeing other
| friends, and had modernzed his appear
ance from the farm employee to the pol
! ished gentleman and villain of society
/ He had heard of his good fortune,
doubtlessly He could now throw down
! the mask From the smooth, courteous
| hypocrite he would become the naughty,
domineering tyrant.
| Every fine sentiment seemed to have
! left his face. He looked like man who
had been dissipating heavily.
In fact, only that the general con-
tour of features was the same, one
might have believed him some person
slightly resembling Paul Dalton, but
| by no means tho refne d, frank Legged
| lover Of Ruth Elliott.
You're Prescott" he remarked, and
! the man addressed started vaguely, for
! the information sounded as if the speaker
/ had a cold-as little like Paul Dalton as
possible.
| hoNtNt l. ltSCOlU STU" lCu uItW DGCk,
and, jerking his head over his shoulders,
! said;
/ She's in there"
She, who? Oh! the girl?"
The intruder edged away little.
Sick to death, supplemented Pres
| colt.
| Paul Dalton look relieved.
! 7 don't care to see her" he said.
I've come on business; just got word
! about the fortune. See here, Prescott,
where does the lawyer who made the
will live?"
A worse rascal than I thought him."
muttered Prescott, studying the sensual,
! selfish face of the intruder. He thinks
| little enough Of Ruth now. Maybe the
| fortune was his scheme all along.
/ never in my life saw avarice change a
man so. II had met him casually l
| actually would not have taken him for
| Paul Dalton"
Aloud, he did not at once reply to
! Dalton. Why should he handy words
with the man who had robbed him OF
| bride and booty?
And then, the glow of sinister curl
osity led him to the semblance OF q
! friendly interest.
The lawyer? Only few squares
distant" he replied, finally.
Show me where.
Don't you wish 10 see your-your
wife,"
/. No"
You're in tremendous hurry to grab
| your fortune, it seems to me-"
F.. I am"