The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1893-02-11

h isa.. ! think III put up mouse
"What an ideal" snapped Miss
Lucretia. "lvho wants to live up
therei I'm sure i don't.
Apparently he took no notice o. her
remark but went on as II thinking
aloud, Eyes | think it would be
good investment"
"WelI Idon't said she, I'm sure I'm
not willing to move up there, and as
letting house deliver me from It;
tenants nro never satisfied think
the hill is prettier as 10 is. and shan't
put any OF my money into a house
there"
She was to excited too notice the
amused look .on her brothers face.
and as he suddenly thought he must
see to things at the barn, she was left
to her own reflections.
II wish Josiah didn't have so many
notions" she said aloud, as she went
about her work, che keeps me in .
stir the most OF the time"
While she was considering how she
could best bring him back from his
new fight his fancy had taken, her
attention was attracted by
q carriage at the cottage. Hastily
wiping her hands she went to the win
dow and convinced herself that Judge
Lane was going up to the door.
Now the Judge was an old school
mate of Miss Lucretia, and she had
fondly dreamed of being mistress ofhis
elegant mansion. He had meyer given
her the slightest cause for such q
dream, still as he continued to live
on with his mother, she did not give
up the hope that he would yet see
that she was especially suited to make
missing man.
"Was the gentleman's right forein.
ger missing up to the middle joint?"
asked the chief.
EYES," replied Mr.. Leslie, wonder
ing how the chief knew that TACT.
"And he had sort OF innocent, rus
tic, modest air about him."
Eyes, yes" said the other; 'you
have found him then?'
"No," replied the detective, with q
quizzical smile, "but wish l could.
is that his picture?" he asked, point
ing to a photograph which he had Sc
lected from a large brown book.
"Ihe very man." exclaimed Mr..
Leslie. HAS anything happened to
himf How did you come by this
picture2"
"The gentleman has the distinction
OF having his photograph in the
rogues' gallery" was the quiet reply.
"Rogues' gallery? Why. what do
you mean?" gasped Mr.. Leslie. "He
is my wife's uncle"
"Can you prove that?" Queried the
chief.
"Why, yes-that is-well---"s STAN
mered the now thoroughly astounded
man. New light was thrown on a
thousand little circumstances OF Uncle
Georges visit and actions.
81 tell you," continued the detective,
pityingly, "this man is Louis Reb-
stone, one of the sharpest confidence
men in the country, who makes a
business OF this sort OF work. He has
been missing for some time. and l sup
pose he has been out West, where he
probably met the real Uncle George,
and learned enough of your family
story to play his little game.
"lf you search your house you will
probably find that all your silver
ware, jewellry, and money are gone,
or at least as much of them as one
man can carry away"
The chiefs surmise was correct.
The choice old family plate, Mrs.
Leslie's jswelry. and 200 dollars which
Mr.. Leslie had taken in the day before
after banking hours--all were gone;
loss 500 dollars.
In their place was q little note
pinned to one pillow OF the bed lately
occupied by the departed. 1t read
II must be off. Have enjoyed my.
sell hugely. Sorry l can't leave you
my vast fortune. No, Bessie, lam
afraid / won't furnish your house
from cellar to garnet this year, if you
did try to keep on the good side of
your horrid.looking old Uncle George.