Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1899-03-20

hand to hand as he did so.
Home soon, said Arts, with
a sheer, as he slowly walked to the
little table, poured out some more
brandy, and gulped it down.
Eyes, replied Capel gravely.
Thank Heaven I did come home so
soon. | came to spend an hour alone
with the woman I loved.
"And you were forestalled," cried
Arts. Here, what are you going to
do?"
Thrash a contemplate scoundrel
within an inch of his life cried
Capel; and he made a grasp at Artists
arm.
But the latter eluded him, bounded
to the fireplace, and picked up the
bright poker
"Keep off, ;, he cried, cor I'll murder
you"
Cling! jingle!
He had struck the glass lusters of
the great chandelier, and the frag-
ments fell tinkling down.
Crack! A yell of pain! A dull thud!
| With deXterous blow Capel caught
Artists right hand with the stout cane,
numblng his nerves so that the
poker fell. With a second blow he
seemed to hamstring his adversary.
who staggered and would have fallen
but for Capel's hand grasping him by
the collar; and then, for two or three
minutes, there was a hail of blows fall
ing, and terrible struggle going on.
The light chairs were kicked aside, a
table overturned, a vase and several
ornaments swept off from a chiffonier.
and suppressed cries, painting noises,
and blows filled the gloomy room, till,
after one final stroke with the cane.
Capel dashed the helpless, quivering
man to the floor, and placed his foot
upon his breast.
An hour later, when Freeman went
UP from a confidential talk with his
fellow-servants to admit Mr. Critic
and Lydia, back from the theater he
found the front door open. Had he
been half an hour sooner he would
| have seen Katrine, fully dressed, sup
porting Arts down the dark stairs and
out into the darkness of the great
square, where they were seen by the
light OF one of the street lamps to en-
ter cab, and then they passed out of
sight
Freeman saw nothing, and Mr..
Critic and Lydia assembled to the draw
ing-room, the latter feeling light
hearted and happy, in spite of the
evenings disappointment.
Tho old
may as he saw the wreck, and that
Capel was seated in a low chair, bent
down, with his face buried in his
hands
My dear boy, what is it?" he cried
as Lydia ran to his side, and her soft
hand was laid on his.
Don't touch me, woman" he al
most yelled, as he sprung from his
chair. "Oh, he said, softly, cit is you"
He took and kissed her hand, and then
left the room.
Freeman, what does this mean?''
cried Mr.. Critic, as the butler brought
in lights; and they learned the truth.
CHAPTER xxx.
Six months elapsed before Mr.. Lin
/ nett put into execution the project he
had had in his mind that night when
he playfully tried the handouts on his
wrists.
| He had meant business, as he
termed it, but the next morning on
presenting himself at the chief office
one of his superiors sent for him.
and announced an important task.
'Extradition, eh, sir? American"
Yes. Cross at once; put yourself in
communication with the New York
police, and then spare no expense
He must be found"
when shall I start, sir?'
Now"
Mr., Linnett did start now, saying
to himself, as he entered carriage
for Liverpool:
'Well, they didn't set me the job.
1t was my own doing, and the news
will keep"
So it came about that one morning.
when he presented himself at the Dark
House, he was saluted by Mr.. Preen-
ham with:
''Why, how do you do? We thought
we'd quite lost you, Mr.. Linnett, sir
You look quite brown"
Give been pretty we'll all over
America since say you, Mr.. Preen-
ham; and now, sir, just go and give
them my card, and say want to see
them on very particular business
Have you found out anything, Mr..
Linnett?"
'You wait a bit, my dear sir. Just
take up the Card
Mr.. Critic was in the library with
Paul Capel at the time, for the old
man had settled down three, treating
the younger as if he were a son. He
had talked several times of going, but
Capel begged him not to leave, and
he always stayed.
''Well, Freeman, for me?"
"He said you and master, sir-the
gentleman"
''Ah! Linnett. The detective. Will