Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1898-07-07
CHAPTER XIX.

CHAPTER KIN.
At seven o'clock on the morning Of the
21st, Inspector Hunt rang the doorbel ut
the Kellogg residence.
Julia, the house maid, answered the
summons.
"Show me into the library, julia" said
the official, "and inform Mr.. Kellogg that
Inspector Hunt must see him at once"
HE already in dc lib'ry," said Julia as
she led the way.
ooh, you, inspector? You are here
early. You bring newsw
Very sad news" the Inspector said, as
he closed the door and dropredy into a
chair. VERY sad news, and Il deeply
regret that l am the bearer of it."
Speak it out, inspector" exclaimed
Mr.. kellogg, who saw that the officer
hcsitatcd. Has the bank burned DOWN.?
Worse than that" was the reply; FAR
worse. At five minutes to twelve last
night, Lawrence Terry, the cashier Of
your bank, was found in an alley between
Monroe and Madison streets with Il dirk
blade buried in his BOSOM"
"IIeavcns! This is, indeed. terrible
news that you bring ne! He was deadT
mo, he lay in the alley unconscious
when found. and was taken home as
quickly rs possible accompanied by DIR.
Keyes of our medical staff. l supposed he
would die before reaching home, but he
survived the trip. l am just from his bed
side"
Then he yet lives?"
HE does, and his physicians hope to
pull him through \ daguerreotype in his
breast pocket diverted the course Of the
blade. His ribs swerved it more. BVt it
was Il close Gull. He nearly blcd to death.
He is now conscious, bat prohibited from
speaking"
Poor boy, l must go to him ut once!
My daughters portrait saved his life.
He was doubtless on his way home from
a meeting Of our board Of directors. 1t
was nearly twelve when we adjourned.
Was thNwreteh captured who attempted
his lifc?"
HE is 4 prisoner in the station"
"Oh, I am glad to hear that. / was not
aware that the young man had All enemy.
Oh, it WIS probably another robbery casa
Where did you capture the fiepdT'
"He was found lying partly on the betfy
OF his victim. His hand yet clutched the
hilt of the bloody blade that was buried
IN Terry : BOSOM.
Horrible. TOO horrible! Let me sum-
mon my carriage and notify Robert and
Earl" And the banker arose to his feet.
Not yet" said the officer, who was
now perspir:ng freely and dreaded to
speak further wait. Your son is not
in the house"
"Ah, is kc already 1T Terry's side? /
knew rot that he had left the house,"
''He was not at home last night"
"Oh, that accounts for it. He had not
returned when the crime was committed,
and hearing of 1t, repaired there at once.
am very glad. but"
II have hard task before me-" thought
the inspector: but cannot delay"
Remember" he said, Terry will re-
cover; there has been no murder done"
THAT should not mitigate tho punish-
ment of the assassin" observed the bank
err "'rhe intent to do murder was there"
'Oh, Lort!' thought the officer. Il
wish had deputed some one of my men
to do this business"
"I-you know | informed YOU that the
man who attempted the life Of the cashier
was found drunk, partly lying on his vic
TINS body. with the dirk hilt clasped in
his hand"
Yes; the wretch
"Ie was unconscious as we'll as Terry.
Dead drunk Had teen crazy drunk. prob
ably. He yet Ees. or did an hour ago. in
n drunken stupor at the station. He may
be unconscious that he has committed
crime. In fact. l am certain he is"
He should swing for it. Even if Terry
lives. he should get twenty years"
This young man.
young man! Assassin, you mean
Wen?"
Mr. kellogg, would rather be kicked
out Of your house than go further. But
but--the young man whose hand clasped
the dirk h;lt and who lay unconscious on
the form OF your cashier was"
who? Did you recognize him? Speak,
man, speak! I cannot understand your
delay. Name the assassin Of Lawrence
Terry
God help you, viii! Robert Kellogg
your son."
With groan of anguish the stricken
father sank again in his chair.
NO, ro it is impossible! Unsay those
words, Hunt, if you are a mani
would to God l could, sir; but they
arc too true"
True" cried the osd man, sprmgfng to
his feet. They are false! Ny boy an
assass:n-za murderer Neverl There Is
some terrible mystery LaSs"
But, my dear sir, we
''Oh, / doubt not. Hunt, that it now ap-
pears so to you. The circumstances con-
WINGED you: but there are TO assassins in
my family. I never kcew the boy to set
drunk before. Rejoicing over the improy-
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