Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1899-09-13

her eyes as II to shut out some horrid
Nion a. she sobbed: you were standing
vver him, Robert, with the bloody weapon
q your hand, when /, followed by Her
nan, entered the room. How-how could
vou have murdered my father. who loved
vou well? No, no. will not believe it
and yet Herman accused you"
Hattie, dearest, a suspicion of the one
who loves you is unworthy Of you. Not
ave minutes before I found that fatal
blade driven to his heart he had consented
willingly to our marriage. loved your
father. Ask yourself il could have muir
iered him."
"No, no, will not believe 1t. Forgive
ne, dear Robert. But the knife? How
.ame 1t in your hand-and blOod-blood on
your hand and sleeveY"
II had just withdrawn It from your
fathers bosom, dear. I called on him at
he bank to-day and made an appointment
TO see him here tonight aftev ten o'clock.
brought with me a bag Of coin, and had
paid note he held. have it cancelled in
my pocket. Just as l was about to take
my leave the door bell rang. Your faith
ar, remarking that it was a late hour for
callers, requested me to see who was
here. l opened the door. Darkness con-
tronted me and nothing more. walked
the length Of the piazza and called out.
Who is herer but received no response.
descended the steps, wondering Mt the
strange occurrence: for a moment stood
with one foot on the lower step. the other
IN the walk. Suddenly heard a stified
yroan emanating from the house. l ran
lp the steps, hastily entered the library.
and my heart stood still at the terrible
sight that confronted me. ! cried out
Help! Murderv and withdrew the sheath
knife from your fathers bosom. One
gasp. and he slid from the chair to the car
octed floor, a corpse"
"Oh, my father, my father! Then it
was not his voice heard"
"You did not hear the pealing Of the
ioor bell, dearestr
NO. Robert IL"
Fly. Mars robert! Fly! You got no
lime to tarry here. You'll hang. Mars
Robert, hang, JUS lik' you'd killed ole
master. A niger can save you TO-
Mars Robert-go! IL"
1t was Aunt Hannah who had re-enter-
I'd the room, who had spoken.
Are you crazy, Hannah? The mur-
lcrer Of your master must be brought to
Justice"
"Ain't you see, Mars Robert? The evi
lence of Mars Herman will condemn yOu
The young missile saw you with the bloody
knife in your hand. Mars Herman will
swear that your cries were the cries OF my
DOOR ole master. Fly, Mars Robert. while
you have time. l know you is not the
murderer of ole master; but fly!'
| Yes, yes, Robertv' said Hattie, quick
hot
this terrible crime: but Hannah has told
the truth. Oh, my darling, and now-nOw
that 1 have only you," and the fair gir
twined her arms about him.
poor DEAR" saiG Robert, "sou are agi
ltated, and little wonder. Robert Camp
bell shall be found by your side, ever
though he stand in danger of the gal
lows, and the murderer, the assassin, Of
your father shall meet death on the gal
lows. Herman Craven may not be guilty
Of this murder. but on my soul I believe
he is. He has doubtless gone In searcf
,f an onlcef with the intention OF de
nouncing me-"
.No, no." .sobbed Hattie. MY cousin
tsurely would not murder one who ha,
been SO kind to him. He could not have
lcommitted the crime. Immediately afte
| heard the voice. which supposed wal
my fathers, crying Help, murder! Her
man knocked on my door and exclaimed
Your father, Miss Hattie; your father!
Ia had hut just left his room. ha'
thrown my wrapper on. and together W
descended the stairs"
The murder had already been commit
ted, dear, when you heard those cries
but, ah, have it." Fastening to the des
Of the dead banker, who lay beside 1t, hi
wan face upturned. he seized a pencil ant
hastily on a slip of paper wrote thes
words:
Lang Sellars, Detective.
please come to the residence Of Bank
or DeRosette at once. His dead face
now before me. He has been cruelty mul
lercd. Robert Campbell"
CTo be continued)