Arizona republican., 1898-04-03
{ContfRued From Yesterday.)

They found her grave, headstone and all, but could get no trace of her long, devoted lover. It was surmised that he had taken what was left of the money and gone elsewhere in search of con- solation. McLane came back to New York, met Fanny Hayward, fell in love, and Uncle Mellen urged the match in every way; and we know the result. There was fortnight in which McLane seemed the happiest of men. Then came shock. Fanny found him nearly crazed with trouble. A letter had come purporting to be from that supposed to-be-dead woman demanding further heavy payment as the price of her si- fence. McLane honestly told Fan the truth, and was astonished at her de- eision. She bade him pay the money and have done with it.''
 They might have doubted the genu- neness of her letter, but there was no doubting that of young McLane's dying statement. witnessed by the officers from Sedgwick. He declared his moth CT alive. And so one crime led to an- other. No sooner had they reached California than the whole Perkins family seemed resurrected, and black mail was their business. The eldest sister demanded heavy hush-money, and it was paid. The second sister turned up with her husband and a pre- posterous demand. It was they who haunted him at the San Francisco club, and the man, drunk and triumphant, insolently demanding money that night, had fired that well-nigh fatal shot when repudiated, defed, and struck. The very next day at their hotel came letter warning them to si- fence as to the identity of the assailants. So long as these latter were allowed to escape arrest they would keep the se- eret, but if arrested and brought to trial they would proclaim McLane a blgamist. All this was made known to Uncle Mellen, and he, too, backed the niece's cause and kept up the deception. Eut no one could tell where the first wife was hidden. 'She will be pro- duced when needed, and her money must be paid through her sister," The money, large sum, was paid, and then there was temporary peace. But Me Lane dropped and died under the weight of shame and anxiety. There was quarreling between the widow and the guardian and further demands from those cormorants, who now open Iy threatened to claim the dead mans estate for the widow and her son-they, ay lot r,e death; and then Fanny, coming to Sedg wick, tried to reasSert her old SOver- eighty over Merriam and to gain pos session of the papers of which her hus- band had told her and which Randy had long since sent to Parry, but concern ing which she had never spoken to her brother-in-law, believing him to be ig- norant of their existence; and it pleased Ned Parry to let her live on in . curious interest in making study of her, and had, without consulting his client, a more than professional inter est in the case.
 But now Bullock, the man who shot McLane, had been traced to and ar rested in Chicago, together with his flashing helpmeet. Uncle Mellen had been prostrated by paralysis as a re- suit of the news. The secret could be no longer kept, and Fanny McLane. hunted, desperate, self-deluded, and self-drugged, believed herself ruined woman when at last Ned Parry came.
 Too i'll to see him, she seemed at least relieved to know he had come, and that night in Grafton's parlor he sat gravely listening to Harriet's recital o. what Fanny had detailed to her, mak- ing no comment. but taking it all in when, just at tattoo, trooper dis mounted at the gate and bore to Mrs Grafton brief missive from her bus band. It was written that morning nearly 20 miles northwest of Jose's ranch.
 (Continued Tomorrow.)