The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1895-01-23


and back again. Nor did the white
face Of the coiner's wife, who stood
trembling by the bedside, express
much less alarm than the child's.
'Let's clear out before you frighten
my young 'un to DEATH" said the
coiner, in quieter voice. ''Never
mind, JESS" he went on, turning to
the child and speaking in such ten
der and soothing tone that Bond
stared with astonishment, "Perhaps,
soon, shall come back, and then
you'll be better, and we will"
Vaughn's voice faltered, and he
paused.
"Ah, take him away, sir, but don't
hurry him over what he very we'll
knows must be the last goodby he'll
ever say to his childl What hope
there may have been you'll take with
you but to take il at this moment"
The wretched mother, unable to or
ticulato another word, sank into
chair, hid her face in her hands, and
gave way to a sudden outburst Of
grief.
"Is the gentleman going to take
you away, then, daddy?" the child
said freely. "Oh, don't go,l 1 do SO
want you tonight" Then looking at
the detective with great, earnest eyes,
little Jess continued, half indignant
ly, half pathetically: GLOW would
your little girl like you to be taken
away if she was i'll, and wanted you to
stop with her dreadfully bad?"
An involuntary smile gathered for
one brief instant on the stern counte-
nance of Bond.
''It's true, worse luck,r whispered
the coiner, stepping near his captor.
''Poor little beggar, she's mighty bad,
and the doctor says the next few hours
means life or death. More'n anything
she's got to be kept particular quiet,
80 let's clear out and leave 'em; and,
please God, I'll see her again yet.
Yes, my prince of traps, you can see
what makes me such a miserable cow
ard, eh?"
As if ashamed of the tremor in his
speech, the coiner turned, and, tax
ing down his hat, crushed it upon his
head and approached the door with n
rigid countenance and twitching lips.
Apparently, be dared not trust him
self to take even farewell look at his
child. But, as Arnold Bond moved
toward the door also, his glance fell
for an instant upon the thin, white
face of little Jess, who had already
fallen back exhausted.
She was gazing steadily at her
father, who, however. kept his face
carefully averted. The pitiful. plead
ing expression in the sick child's eyes
struck the detectives to the heart, for
it was look which expressed more
eloquently than any words the bitter
disappointment she felt at seeing one
she evidently dearly loved about to be
taken from her this night of all
nights.
The detective paused abruptly, hes
itated moment, and then the reso-
Lutte expression on his features soft
ened suddenly, and he said, in half
| jocular tone, to hide the emotion he
could not entirely conceal;
| ''Stay, Vaughan; l can't do it after
all can't take such. cruel advan-
tage of even you at time like this |
Thars all and good night"
'sBopd, Bond" cried the king of
the coiners. springing forward as he
recovered from his momentary stupe-
faction, ''Heaven prosper you for this
Bad as ann hope I'll be able to give
you your reward for this, if it's years
to come
A moment latefAthe detective had
gone. He had sacrGced an. opportu-
nifty of adding enormously to his rep
utation.
1t was year later before tbe author
tiles essucceededi in discovering the ssfac-
: tory" where Vaughan and his oonfed-
crates turned out the cleverly made
counterfeit coins which had SO long
been passed with impunity in = !
quarters of the metropolis me fifth /
But after infinite y Tuffnutt. /
! found out all he w myself moving
! one night he surFwhere everybody
: the counterfeit. His Lordship, my
Bond got We, gambling like the
I door, and IN do not feel we'll aud
4 neatlgASo go home. He advises /
wtan home alone or amuse myself >
l conservatory. He says there is
,as much of his money on the table
; go then. He means my money. /
AVE seen enough of this
The Mirror (mockingly)-"Are you
lappy?"
The Belle (sadly)-"No, but 1 am
becoming deadened to my
Misery"
The Mirror las new picture APP
,ears) )-''Now you are Mrs. Tracy de
'uyster Van Treffer, a member of the
lative aristocracy of New York. Can !
'ou see YOURSELF"
The Belle-"Yes. I see myself once
more alone. The room is handsomely
everything looks rich and
rood. But / am waiting anxiously
Ind listening intently At every
iound l get up and look through the
blinds into the dark night. At last,
rs dawn is hreakines cab drives up;
[ hear IT, A few minutes afterward
NY husband enters the room. He
,coIds me ina thick Yoice for remain
ng up. A quarrel ends in my burst
ng into tears. He stoops over me TO
1iss me and nearly faint with n au-
sea, d"
The Mirror--''Are you happy?"
The Belle (fercely) -"No. l am hu-
by his neglect, disgusted
with his manner of life, and harassed
With constant suspicion. l am utterly
"