Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1899-09-06
SCOTS Revenge.

| WAS IiulnuiluS 10 niluSeil thc iatcSt
comic song as with his latchkey he let
himself into the quiet house where he
rented suite of rooms.
| 1t struck him as odd that the stair
case gas Jets had already been ex-
tInguished Probably the janltor and
his family had already retired to rest
In the basement but his friend Grand.
! the well-known surgeon. who resided
| on the ground floor. was not in the
habit Of going to bed so early. Per-
haps, however. he had been called out;
but. even In that case, why was there
no light? Such We're Robshaw's re-
Elections as he CROPPED his way upstairs
to his sittngroom, which room was
also In darkness.
The lawyer was in the act of feeling
for his matches in their accustomed
place upon the mantelplece, when he
fancied that he heard, close to him, the
sound of some one breathing.
who's there!' he exclaimed.
Scarcely had he spoken, when an
arm was passed round his neck, and a
linen rag. that smelt strongly of chic
reform, was thrust against his nostrils
and crammed into his mouth. At the
same time cord or strap was passed
round his legs and drawn tight. All
this happened In an instant. Stanley
| Robshaw resisted violently, and almost
got his mouth free from the gag. Then
came crushing blow on the head, and
he knew no more.
| The beating OF million Nasmyth
hammers, the jangle of hundreds of
brazen bells, the roar of waves on an
iron-bound shore-these and similar
noises were coursing with lightning
| speed through Stanley Robshaw's
| brain as he recovered consciousness.
Gradually his heart regained Its nor
] NAL beat. and he remembered what
had happened and realized how he was
situated.
He was sitting in his accustomed
easy chair, to the legs and arms of
which his ankles and wrists had been
firmly b0und-so tight that the pain of
the thongs had probably some part i'll
restoring him to consciousness. A
wooden gag was fixed in his mouth.
One of the gas jets had been lighted,
and the shutters We're closed.
Three men were In the room, busily
engaged in packing into a portmanteau
the handsome silver cups with which
the sideboard was laden-for the law
yer had at one time been famous ath-
lete.
A half gasp, half-groan, whistled
through the prisoners nostrils, and at
tracted the attention of the busy trio.
Hes coming around" muttered one
of them.
Leave him to me-" was the whis-
pered response of another; "I'll settle
his hash while you and Tom pick up
the swag."
And crossing the room he placed
himself directly opposite Stanley's
chair. in such way that the light
shone straight upon his face.
DO you know me. Mr.. Stanley Rob
shawl he demanded, in stern and
menacing tone.
Stanley gazed steadily at him. As
| lie iOOktu tnt anu It's les
seemed to disappear. As a long-forgot-
ten dream he saw, looking down from
the dock OF crowded court, tall,
why figure. clad in rusty black Once
| more he hekeld those steely blue eyes,
and that cadaverous, long-drawn face,
framed by wiry locks of iron-gray
| hair. Once more he saw those thin,
4
measured. relentless tones, the pro-
phetic threat: I'VE shall assuredly
meet again, Mr.. Robshaw; and then,
for the last time, you will have seen
the light of day"
Yes, he did indeed know Kingson
Scott. alias Ryder, the blackleg. the
swindler, the man whose cleverly de-
vised insurance fraud had driven him
into suicides grave his old school
and college friend. Despite his snow
white halr-now closely cropped-and
] his stubbly beard. he knew the fellow.
| and he wrthed in agony of spirit as
he realized that this man-this wild
beast. rather-had him in his power.
He knew well the meaning OF the
| mOcklllS SldIt III Ills Ffuciit eyes. IL
was doomed; well. he would meet
death as an American should. Real
lzing his wandering senses, he gazed
steadily back at his foe. and nodded n
reply.
"Oh. do you know me! Then you
perhaps remember where we last met
and what said to you that day? Yes.
Mr.. Stanley Robshaw, l told you we
should meet again. The hope of COM
ing face to face with you once more
has kept me alive through the ten long
years l have spent In a living tomb.
l was not Il young man when your pitt
less invectiye-your charming love for
that precious decoy OF ours-sent me
TO undergo all the horrors of penal SER
yitnde. No doubt you thought l shanld