Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1893-03-23
CHAPTER Nv.
UNDER SURVEILLANCE.


but bitter dust and blight the reward of
all bis scheming was empty hands and
frantic, rebellious heart.
Not u line not trace remained OF the
document that held Tom Cuppes' secret
TO reveal the hiding place OF the COW
eted package. With great hoarse
cry Of rage and dismay, the
plotter ran to the couch where lay the
paralytic. The fickering rays or the
dying conhagration in the crate illumined
his swarthy face, showing his bloodshot
eyes, his twitchiug muscles. 1t seemed
as If be would drag man from the couch,
and tear the secret that was dying with
him from his dying lips
Cupples breathed. There was life,
then, Why might he not be revived to
tell what the paper contained. A doc
tor-a doctor, by all means!
Arnold Dacre sped from the room and
the house, When he returned five min
utes later, Notwithstanding mau
bearing u medicine case accompanied
him.
light was procured. Gravely the
man Of science inspected the inert mass
OF humanity before him. His heart tlut-
tcring with alternate hope and despair,
Arnold Dacre watched him feveriShly.
''Well?" he demanded in q dry, cracked
tone rs tho physician. with u dubious
sigh, turned from the couch.
Doubtful"
<'Iou mean?'
THE man is in very bad shape"
but be will live?"
POSSIBLY q day, more likely less than
an hour. l can do absolutely nothing
for him but watch him. There may be
Il favorable turn in the morning"
NEThnr w fol, him 1Ortnr sacura
nurse, spare no expense to revive him."
urged Dacre eagerly. lone question"
What is it?"
''If he reyves, will he speak?"
y fear not. II this man lives, he will
be helpless paralytic.'
Arnold Dacre remained in the former
quarters of John Wharton until nearly
midnight He rented tho apartment,
paid the landlady to act as constant
nurse 10 the sufferer, and actually
brought tears to the eyes OF that good
lady at this noble exhibition of his
generosity and humanity.
IF he revives," Dacre told her. ''lf
he should talk or try to write or make
signs, tell him that left word for him
to impart his confidence to you, and be
careful to note what he may have to
communicates
% Then Arnold Dacre sought q titful
spell Of rest broken by fearful Dreams
and early dawn found him haggard but
resOlute, and starting out upon new
troll, having for It's motive the present
object of all his schemes-the coveted
missing package.
1t had cluded his possession, nearly
in his grasp. 1t looked as il he WAS
never TO cast longing eyes upon
1t again, and yet be reflected
hopefully as he walked to farmers
tavern at the edge of the town. whence
all old riciletty stage ran into the coun
trv rs far as Deepford
1t was coach, express, and mail cart
com bjued, and it would take him to his
proposed destination by noon.
"Deepford." That was the town men
toned by Tom CuppleS. SIN Il cave
That was not very specific clue, but it
was the only one he was warranted in
following out
Somewhere near there he hid the
package, " soltloquized tie anxious
Schemer, ''his incoherent babblingS be-
trayed that much. Some where near
there, TOO, oyertaken by weakness tear
Ing 10 forget to be struck helpless, he
got Il uau to write out explicitly the de-
tails OF the hiding place of the package.
Who was this man? 4 charcoal burner.
There are not many In tho district. II |
can locate the one he saw he will cer-
t1inlv remember writing the scrawl for
CupplcS Ignorant. careless, never at
taching any undue Importance to tho d.
Vections, perhaps purposely oosCured by
CuppieS, he will remember and repro
duce them for me. Then the hiding
pjace-the package. OH | feel certain
] shall find it,"
The rlcaetty old coach had several
passengers. Arnold Dacre scarcely no
ticed them, until he CHANGED to casually
regard the one who sat on the seat with
the driver Then he started violently.
Suspiciously.
"Hellol" he muttered. with frown of
concern, live seen that face before.
Where?"
He ransacked his memory diligently.
vTawuv faceNhome spun fattire-blue
Spectacles.
'Ah the man who inquired for lodg
ingS at the Wharton room last nightr'
calculated Dacre. WAS it he too, who
was pryiug at the transon, or was it
accidentally opened when the paper blow
into the crate Am being watched? Is
this man spy, detective? Hardly.
pShaw! am getting nervous | cannot
afford to worry over unimportant triileS,
when the great central motive of my
fate lies In q QuiverinG balance"
He dismissed the stranger from his
mind as far as he could. In the hustle
OF arrival at the OBSCURE settlement at
Deepford he missed him, and Dacre be-
came engrossed in the details of the
quest that had brought him hither.
He made frieues with the keeper of
the one tavern the place afforded st
once. \ few liberal treats won the good
opinion of the boniface. Then Dacre
projected his query.
II am looking for charcoal burner
living near here" he said. 40 you
know any suchP"
II do, for fact There's only one.
1t Amt paving business, but old Sam
Binder ekes out living at it.
Binder? murmured Dacre, memoir