The River Falls times. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1894-1933, 1896-04-13

which he had taken a letter.
That letter, which, scowling heavily,
Stanley pondered over, had been wit
| ten by the man he had employed 70
assist him in the discovery he was 50
anxious to make.
,rhc information which that letter
afforded was very far from being all
that was necessary to Sir LoSh'enS
nephew.
1t told him only to what point his
suspicious hab been well founded, ana
how far his Inheritance was in danger.
"sOf what use to me is that letter.
growled Stanley Claremont, as he
thrust the document back INTO his
pocket book WHAT does it tell Inc
more than / already know?-vague in
dications. but nothing III reality dis
covered
abraham Mailer, observing the eX-
tTemely bulky appeara ace Of the poe
ket book. hal conclr.Icd that con-
siderable deal of it's distentiDn mist
be due to the bank notes which GER
tainly it must contain.
The pedlar believed that pocket book
was in danger Of apopleXy, and re-
quired a little relief.
And as Abraham Mailer, besides
being an artful
Honesty Not the Peddler's Policy.
being an artful peddler, was a sl1ilful,
and on occasions, a daring thief, he re-
solved, if possible, to steal that pocket
book. And hardly had he arrived at
that determination when a favorable
opportunity was afforded him for it's
accomplishment.
Some of the passengers, amongst
whom was Stanley Claremont, had
=
body round the captain of the vessel
who was directing their attention to-
ward a cloud, which then seemed lit
tie more than mere black speck on
the horizon far away to the east.
1T appears scarce bigger than my
hand" said Stanley, examining the
cloud through the captains glass.
But that speck will bring us rough
weather in the course of the next two
hours" said the captain.
AT that moment Abraham Mailer
struggling to hear more plainly what
the captain was saying, so, at least
thought the people around him-stum-
bled violently against Stanley Clare
mont, clinging for a second or two to
that gentleman to save himself, it
seemed from falling.
In a great rage Claremont thrust the
peddler roughly from him.
Abraham humbly apologized and
Claremont abused him for a clumsy
blockhead.
Not SO particularly clumsy, either"
thought the peddler
Then diving below he sought out a
favorite corner and commenced to in
form himself of the contents Of Stanley
Claremont's bulky pocketbOok, of
which the clumsy blockhead had con-
trived in that instant when he had
chung to the lawful owner to possess
himself.
Restless and impatient to be again
with her suffering uncle, was Frances
OMeara.
She had seated herself on the deck
and was saying to her cousin, who
had advanced to her side, ooh, Stan
ley, we cannot be with poor uncle until
tomorrow and how long, to me, at
least, will the now approaching night
appear"
Really Frances her cousin rather
maliciously said, 81 had not expected
to see you so impatient to quit the
vessel"
Frances looked at him inquiringIy.
eff that very attentive young gen
tleman were to hear you" Stanley
was proceeding, when he was inter
rupted by his cousin who said, with
just the slightest touch of indignation
apparent, lis it of Mr.. Sydney Drum
mond you are speaking so dlSdain-
fully?"
~Claremont shrugged his shoulders as
much as to say, ''Of whom else could l
be speakingW
Il have been very happy in having
met with him. Frances said quietly
and easily.
angrily, but was speedily checked by
Frances.
II desire, Stanley" she said, com
mandingly, chat you will no longer
pretend to a jealousy which would be
nothing less than an insult, since it
has not affection for it's excuse"
Again was Stanley about to speak.
mo, you not love me-" continued
Frances. ''Strive not to assure me to
the contrary, for you would but lose
your time
Full of rage, Stanley was about to
turn away, when he saw Sydney
Drummond standing but a fewN steps
off, and gazing ardently on Frances
O'Meara.
''Oh Mr. Drummond,' cried Clare
mont, inviting Sydney to advance, I'VE
are about to separate: and who knows
it we shall meet again?" and his eyes
were sparkling with gratified
malignity; 80 that you must allow
me express to you my gratitude for
your delicate attentions to my cousin
during the passage"
Sydney drew himself proudly up
he liked not Stanley Claremont; for
no cause that he knew of, except that
Stanley was the cousin, and, perhaps,