Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1898-03-24

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said:
III is from Miss Joyce. 1t seems that
she fell into bad hands-was kidnaD.
ped by this very IA you have been
telling me about, Kisch, and actually
confined by him in his house-in My
sore Lodge 1t must have been-for sew
eral weeks. She was set free by Clo-
yis-how did he find out about her.
wonderland she says he has been
very kind to her. She was IN an hos
pital for some days-my poor Ursula, =
and now she is living at Highgate.
She has been terrified out of her sens
es to-day, she says, by that wretch,
kisch. who has been looking i'm at her
window, and threatening her again.
She wants to know how she can es-
cape from him. She says she feels as
Ii she could not be safe, now that he
knows where she is. George" and his
voice shook pitifully as he spoke, "you
must let me go to her. We were to
have been married, you know, If il had
not been for her father-the way he
came to his death. You will come
with me, George. but you won't hinder
my going? For our old friendship,
George, don't deny me.'
The big inspector trembled, tried to
speak, and could not.
Cart you trust me, Lester?' said
Hurrell. II will take her to some plac.
where she will be quite out of this ras-
from you"
mo. no. Don't you see, 1t is me she
She does not know you. She
not know whom to trust. / must
see her! | really must. George"
Its a dereliction of duty, | suppose
you know, sir. They'd cashier me IL l
ere TO do such a thing"
But if | give you my word not to
your side? Surely. you can trust
me as far as that goes? No one reed
ever know. We can come back here.
and all you'll have to say at Scotland
Is that | was out for the evening,
md you arrested me when | returned.
You have not arrested me yet" he add
I'd. with a sad smile, $50 it's quite true.
think you might do it, George, for
DID acquaintance saket'
dash 1t, Master Frank, you should
not tempt a fellow so! But l can't
help doing as you ask me. 1 daresay
til be all right; and if not-well.
other things in the world be-
sides being a police inspector. So let's
be off at once"
Frank thanked him with a grip OF
the hand that would have crushed a
fist than R%oyston's; and a min
lite later the three men were hurrying
the nearest railway station.
They were delayed somewhat on the
by having to wait for trains;
md it was late before they reached the
-ow of small houses, in one of which
lived.
bell, and at last Frank felt able to
freely.
But the first words uttered by the
,irl who opened the door fell like lead
~ his heart.
Miss Joyce left this %hevenlng, sir"
'aid Emma, her sharp eyes recognize
ng the fact that one of the strangers
vas a member of the police force. mo,
'he didn't leave no address," And,
that the last thing Ursula
would have wished was that strangers
should have been enabled to follow
Ter, she made as though to close the
ioor.
stop Stop said Frank, pushing
limself to the front. Its of the great
consequence that we should be able
o find out at once where Miss joyce
ms gone Can't you think of some
way of following herr"
mo, sir; / can't"
But, stay-wait one moment. Did
he leave no message for me-for Mr..
Lesterg''
Are you Mr.. Lester? She got your
telegram, and"
MY telegram?But / sent her no tele-
gram
That you did, sir, telling her to 90
AWAY somewhere. She said Ii was bet
Ter that l should not know where she
vas going, so that l might ! al anybody
rs asked me that I didn't know. But
You must have mentioned the address
the telegram"
Put l tell you l sent her none! 1t
must have been a forgery His dis
not but ask him to cross the threshold.
He could barely speak.
They all crowded into the little pass
age, and Hurrell suggested that they
should search for the forged telegram,
which~might possibly have been left
behind. Emma, who was now con-
WINGED that they were friends Of Ursu-
offered no objection; but the
rooms Ursula had occupied were
searched in vain. She had been only
too careful to leave no trace behind
her!
II am afaid we a do nothing more
tonight" said Hurrell, in a low voice;
and the inspector looked at his watch,
to see whether it were possible to get
the next train back to town. He knew
he was risking his reputation; and 1t
as IL the sacrifice had been
made for nothing.
From the open doorway they could
see the Pickering light of the lantern
by the postman, rs he made
his last rounds for the night. He
in at the narrow gateway.
Miss Joyce" he called out.
'.Yes, oh, yes, Give ii to me. 1t may
give us some hint said Frank. Aud
he held cut his hand for the letter.
'.You amt the lady" said the post
man.
Its all right, postman," said Hur-
rell.' This Is an inspector Of police.
He will see that nothing-why, what
ioes this meanY' His eyes had fallen
upon the address, which he recognized
rs B%lanche's handwriting. Without
anyonc's permission, he opened
the envelope, and read the note aloud:
"a friend whom you do not know,