Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1892-05-26
CHAPTER NIS.
"SOMETHING UP, '"

ESOMETHING UP"
Ralph Prescott awaited the effect OF
his words with eager triumph. de
counted on frightening his enemy by
betraying a knowledge Of his atfalrs-by
threatening to employ that knowledge
to cause him serious trouble.
He had miscalculated his man, now
ever. Paul Dalton, the farm superin-
tendent, had been problem to him in
the past-Paul Dalton, the heartless
seeker after wealth, was no less an
enigma.
He had started slightly ct Prescotts
revelation, but that was the only evil
dencc OF internal emotion that he be-
trayod.
4 cool, dersive smile on his sneering
lips he laughed jarringly.
Obi you We found that out, have you:
Il have" rctortcI Prescott, angrily,
notified at his failure TO abash his foe.
And that would be your first mover"
Yes, it would
"Bgamy, ! believe you said?"
Yes, and an ugly word it is in the
country courts, / can tell you. 1t amt
like your city divorce courts, and bribed
jurioa, and corrupt judges-it's the UNI
bought, indignant verdict OF honest
mon.
Like you and I-eh, PRESCOTT" jeered
tho Other,
moi" fairly choked the plotter, driven
to the verge of uncomfortable rage by
tho tantalizing aud&city Of his compan-
ION, farmers and-nil!crs.
So" purred Dalton. Very good.
Quite a Joke Prescott, and he placed
his hand Familiarity on Prescott's
shoulder, whilo the latter started as il
8tung by serpent, well, that will be
move one, chi"
Yes, it will"
"Bigamy?"
Il said it.
ut won t work.
won't it?"
NO. see movo one, and check
mate it,
do you?"
Eyes. silence all that babble with a
lettcr have in my pocket.
From who?"
Never mind that, but it shows that
Isabel, first wife of Paul Dalton, died
exactly two months before Paul Dalton
married wife number two. Come on,
Prescott
With mock friendly familiarity, as if
they had been brothers, comrades, all
their lives, Paul Dalton locked arms
WIN HIS tbllpdltou.
The latter was Smoldering volcano
of passion. Chagrin, disappointment,
rage seemed to consume his soul like
the blast of " rodhot furnace.
Tho stonyhoarted man at his side
little dreamt of his peril.
Had Ralph Prescott been armed he
would have struck his victorious foe his
death blow then and there, made half
frantic by the stinging taunts that fate
seemed TO award him at every new move
he made.
Oh, it was maddoning This man was
a demon, a trickster in magic.
He escaped scot-free from nets that
would enmesh and destroy an average
man.
He let others plot, bidcd his time, and
appeared at Il critical moment to put out
his hand and pluck the Itch fruit before
him, while the schooner CRASHED his
3Coth in impotcnt rage.
Rather dragged along than led, Ralph
Prescott was forced to accompany The
1uan who seemed to be the master OF his
fate.
As in dream, he found himself, ten
minutes later, seated in the library OF
Lawyer Drew's house, with Paul Dali
ton opposite him, smiling blandly.
"Thought l might want Witness
spoke tho latter. It's no use, Pres
colt: won't fight with YOU"
Lawyer Drew, prim, severe and keen
eyed, entered the room minute later.
Good evening, Mr.. Prescott; good
evening, Mr."
Dalton"
The lawyer started, and stared sharp
~ at the last speaker through his gold
trimmed eye-g glasses.
All yes. he said slowly and dubious
~; "AIr. Dauon-Mr. Paul Dalton. I
see-I see The legatoe of my client,
Mir. GeoEfrey Forsythc. l believe l
have seen YOU at Maple Leaf farm?"
Once or twice" assented Dalton,
carelessly.
Il would not have known you"
Il have changed, l suppose"
Remarkably"
We'll, boggary makes man wear o
mask OF humility sometimes" was the
barc-faced admission Of audacity. You
know my business, Mr.. Drew"
Il can surmise it.
y como about the Forsythe legacy. [
believe the old gentleman left me quite
81 sum.
Yes. In cash and securities, it ag-
gregates some $4,000.
Il want it"
Tho lawyer looked grave He did not
like this young man with his tlippant
eyes and aggressive ways.
Il presume you are aware that
transaction of this Importance and mag
nitude cannot be consummated in an
hour?" he remarked.
Il don't see why not, interrupted
Dalton impatiently. 1t was left to me,
wasn't it,"
Yes TO Paul Dalton"
Aud | ana Paul Dalton"
Il won't deny that l can remember
your face we'll enough for that, and MIR.
Prescott, of course, knows you, and Mr.
Elliott"
Certainly, sir. So, if l am the heir
expect the money"