Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1899-07-28

Ten minutes later our two friends enter.
ed the gilded dive of Abbott, which ut the
time was the most notorious gambling
house in Baltimore. As late as it was, the
large rooms were yet filled with men from
all stations Of life.
Two roulette wheels kept up a ceasclcss
hum in their circles, and players were
seated at three faro tables, while the old
fashioned game of poker m%onopolized the
attention of many.
The two planters laid q dollar or two
here and there to divert any suspicion.
and soon left the place.
AS they nearcd the door n lashily dress
cd young sport entered it, and Sellars
heard him ask an attendant il Abbott had
returned.
Hes doing the boys in Washington
was the answer.
Thanks, Thorp,' said S%ellars, when
they We're again on the street. II have
at least accomplished all 1 expected to this
trip. l have learned that il G. A. Ste
phcns is IL Baltimore man he was sailin.
under an alias ON the seventeenth of last
mouth. That is not much, but it will help
me to shape my COURSE
"Sou are entirely welcome, Lang. 1
am at your service at any time l can be
OF assistance. Good night"
at Q O'Clock on the night of the third,
Sellars entered the door of his home In
Wilmington.
After supper he entered the Office. light
cd his pipe. sat back in his armchair and
seat for Calban.
Us got nothin' to port, Mars Lang"
said the negro, as he entered the office.
II has watched de bankers house cherry
night close, and no one amt gone in or
come out 'ceptin' them l know"
That was all you could do, Calban.
There, see who is at the door,
The negro opened it, and Aunt Hannah,
looking much agitatcd, entered, followed
by her daughter Mile.
"Ah, you. Hannah, and Millic. too? Two
chairs. Calban! Here. set them close to
the ysesk. You ave something new, Han
nah?"
Mars Lang said the ncgress, excited
ly. "Millic lie IL what's got news, and it
may he 'portant news. l jes fine it ont
to-day"
Well. Millic," said Lang, encouraging
ly. what is ity'
Mars Lang" said Millie, looking wild
~ at the detective, YOU won't let Mars
Herman sell meg"
Sell you, Mile? No, no, he can't sell
YOU. Your mistress. l doubt not, will soon
free you. and until she does you can rest
assured that she will not part with you.
No. no, or after, either. Speak up, l will
defend you in case of necessity. Remem-
Der your murdered master. Much may
depend OF you.'
MARS Lang, Nanny say to-day dat
Mars Herman nebber bring any one sides
hissclf into de house,"
We'll, did heY"
MARS Lang. on dc night befo' de MUIR
der. Miss Hattie hab de haidache, and
l was in her room rubin her haid wild
camphor til twelve o'clock. When l come
out of her room into de hall, l close &c
do benin me, and start down de hall to
my room. AS l open de do l glanced
back. and l seed Il light shinin' as dough
somebody was comm down de stairs from
de flo above. Dar was no light burnin.
in de hall. and l slipped in my room; but
lief de do ajar. and soon two men come
down dc stairs"
Two mcn?" exclaimed Sellars. 1.-Two
mcny'
"Yes, two men, Mars Lang. One was
Mars Herman. and de odder was a taller
and an older man. wild IL mustacle. Mars
Herman was carryin' a lamp. and da was
both in dar stockin' feet. Da looked
mighty nerbous. lcastwisc. Mars Herman
did, and da walled mighty keerful. Da
come on down de hall md went in Mars
Herman's room.
II was dat skcered I LAX to fell down.
First, l fought l go tell Miss Hattie. Den
was skecred. and l dassent, so l locked
my room do and laid down wild my clothes
on. and dar l laid It'll mawnin', when
nanny called me. 1 ncbbcr said nothin'
kaze l was skeered of Mars Herman.
Now. OATS ALL"
Docs your mistress know of this, Mil.
licT'
Not a soul know it. Mars Lang, 'cept-
in what's hyar."
"Thcn not a word. Mile; nor you. Han.
nah, to a living sotl. You are sure Her.
man Craven did not see you, and is ignor.
ant of the fact that YOU saw him and his
c%ompaniOn?"
Certain. Mars Lang!!"
"You never saw this man that wac with
Herman before or since?"
".Sebber. Mars Lang, dat I knows of.
dough de light was dim and I couldn't
see berry WE'LL"
well, that is all. Return home. Your
information nay be very important I
shall he at the house at 10 o'clock to.
morrow. Look for mt at the rear door,
and il your mistress starts to leave the
house, detain her. Otherwise, say nothing
to her. Remember, not Il word. Good
night. Show them out, Calban."
"Good night, Mars Lang"
$50, so!" exclaimed the detective, as the
door closed behind the negress and her
| daughter. "AnOther link in the chain
c. A. Stephens visited the bankers house
On the night of the %seveyteenth, and more.
he was OIL the second floor in company
with Herman, and in his stocking feet.
Gods! They had visited the attic!
Fool that l was not to have explored it
on the night of the murder. Fool! Fool!
Then and there. 1 should have captured
C. A. Stephens, the murderer of Alvin De.
Rosette."
(To be c%ontinued.)
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