The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1896-04-23


ten Icy tile man he had employed -
assist him in the discovery he was 50
anxious to Quake.
The information which that tier
afforded was very far from being all
that was necessary 10 Sir ~LoShien'S
nephew.
II told him only to what point his
suspicious hab been well louiDdea. and
now TAR his inheritance was in danger.
OF what use to me is that letter"
groWleC Stanley Clurcmont, as he
thrust the document back INTO his
pocket book" wat does 1t tell me
more than l already know Vague in
dications. but nothing Ill reality dis
covered"
abraham Mailer. Observing the ex-
tIcmciy bulky appeara ict, Of the poe
XII haa cOnc!r.ird t!nt u con
siderable deal of its dlStcntion must
he due to the bank notes which GER
tainly it must contain.
The pedlar believed that pocket book
was in danger OF apoplexy. and re-
puireh Il little relief.
And as Abraham Mailer, besides
being an artful
Honesty Not the Peddler'S Policy.
being an artful peddler. was Il skilful.
ana on occasions. a daring thief. he re-
solved. IL possible, to steal that pocket
book. And hardly had he arrived at
chat detemination, when a favorable
opportunity was afforded him for its
accomplishment.
some of the passengers. amongst
whom was Stanley ClaremOnt, had
formed themselves into a compact
body round the captain OF the vessel.
who was directing their attention to-
ward a cloud. which then seemed lit
tie more than a mere black Speck on
the horizon ar away 10 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
h captain was saying, so, at least.
thought the people around him-stum-
bled violently against Stanley Clare
mont. clinging for j second or two To
that gentleman to save himself, it
seemed. from falling.
In Il great rage ClaremOnt thrust the
peddler roughly from him.
Abraham humbly a%pOlOSiZed and
CaremOnt abused him for Il clumsy
blOckhead.
Not SO particularly clumsy, either"
thought the peddler.
Then diving below he sought out i
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 t. her cousin. who
had advanced to her side. "Dh. 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. II had not expected
10 see you so impatient 10 quit the
vessel"
Frances looked at him inquiringly.
IF that very attentive young gen
tleman were to hear you" Stanley
was proceeding, when he was inter
ruptCd by his cousin. who said. with
just the slightest touch of Indignation
apparent. is it Of Mr.. Sydney Drum
m"nd you are speaking SO diSdain-
fully
ClarrmOnt shrugged his shoulders as
much As 10 say. "Of whom else could |
be Speaking"'
Il have been very happy in having
met with him." Frances said quietly
and easily.
ClaremOnt had commenced 10 speak
angrily, but was speedily checked by
Frances.
Il desire. stanley she said. com
mardingly, that you will no longer
pretend 20 a jealousy which would be
nothing less than an insult, since it
has not affection for its excuse"
Again was Stanley about TO speak.
NO, you not love me- continued
Frances. Strive not to assure me 10
the contrary. for you would but lose
your time"
Fun Of rage. Stanley was about TO
rurn away. when he saw sydney
Drrmmond standing but Il few steps
off. and gazing ardently on Frances
OMeara.
"Oh. Mr.. Drummond.' cried Clare
mont, inviting sydney to advance. I'VE
are about To separate: and who knows
il We shall meet again and his eyes
were sparkling with gratitied'
m~alignity; 80 that YOU must allow
mo express To YOU my gratitude for
your delicate attentions To my cousin
during the passage"
Sydney drew himself proudly up
he liked not Stanley C!aremont: for
no cause that he knew of. Except that
Stanley was the cousin. and. perhaps,
the lover. of Frances O'Meara.
DO you believe, Stanley" said
Frances. that | nave not felt
sufficiently the value Of Mr.. Drum