Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1900-08-02
CHAPTER XXX.

some message that touches on our case
he must be intercepted at all hazards.
Send the police after him, Chelmsford,
without an instant's delay. Come, Sir
Luke; you and l will after him on our
own account. / will prevent him from
carrying message for your brother if
have to shoot him down in his tracks.
Quick!'
go onv' cried Chelmsford, as both
Weems and Dalziel seized their hats and
coats, and rushed toward the door. Il
will send officers as soon as l can sum-
mon them. Everything depends on inter
cepting the negrov'
The two others dashed down stairs and
out of the building. They looked not to
the right or the left, but, by sort of
intuition, rushed down the street in the
direction of the river. AS they approach
ed the river they were presently graft
fed by seeing the object of their search
coming leisurely toward them. But, be-
fore they could reach him, he suddenly
turned into a postoffice station.
"Quick!" almost howled Weems. IF
he posts a letter there, it may be we
are lostv'
They redoubled their speed, if that were
possible, the people in the crowded street
through which they were rushing not
knowing what to make of their unwont-
ed haste and excitement. At last they
burst headlong into the station just as
Mingo Bingo was TRANQUILITY turning
away from the drop-letter box.
''Haw cried Weems, springing on him
like tiger, and grasping his collar, while
Dalziel also seized hold of him. Speak,
you rascal! You were bearing mes
sage?"
"Out with it, you black hound!" shout
ed Luke. you have letter? Out with
it!'
Hans off, gemmen" cried the Kaffir,
shaking off his assailants with the ut
most ease "What you done gwine to tux
me for, Ell? Hi, Mr.. Weems, what's de
'citement?"
Haven't you message, letter, or
something of that sort, from your master,
Mr.. Dunmore, to some onew cried
Weems.
Mingo-B ingo stuck his brawny hands
in his pockets, and leaned his back
against doorpost, with a great, self-sat-
isfed grin on his shining black face.
whats all dis talk bout messages and
letters, Mr.. Weems?' said he, innocently.
Dis darkey amt got muffin oh de kline"
WHAT cried Weems; weren't you
intrusted with anything of the sort?"
"Dat am shuh,' was the response.
"And what did you do with it?'
Still grinning, Mingo-Bingo took one of
his hands out Of captivity long enough to
point to the drop-letter box.
Il dropped it right in dere, Mr..
Weems," he replied. what! did you
want to see de letter, den? Why didn't
you tole me afore I dropped it in dere?
Mebbe one of dose gemmen inside yonder
wild de gold bans on DER caps might glib
it to you
Weems staggered back with despair
ing groan, and Dalziel supported himself
against a shelf, pale and trembling.
''Lemme see," said the Kaff1r, knitting
his brows. "Mebbe l can recommember
who de gemmen was dat Massa Dunmore
done writ dat letter to-
'"Try and recollect," cried Weems,
catching at a straw. did he happen to
mention any names -
Yes" said the Kaffir, slowly, "an' I'm
shuh dat he sent de letter dat way. Hi!
Now hab de Names And then he re-
peated in monotonous drawl: ''Stoteman
dose were de names, shuh.'
Weems experienced a fresh sickness
at heart. The firm mentioned, "Stoteman
& HENCE, Lincoln's Inn Fields" was one
of the most reputable and powerful in
all London.
Just at that moment two policemen
came hurrying into the station, having
been sent after the Kaffir by the magis-
trate.
Its no use-you're too late!'' growled
Weems, as they approached There's
the man you're looking for, but don't ar
rest him. The jig's as good as up" He
dragged Dalziel away.
Upon returning to Chelmsford's
Weems went upstairs without delay, in
order to inform the lawyer of what had
taken place, but Dalziel ventured to lin
ger outside the door, where Miss Muir
and Mrs. Naseby were still standing, the
former yet indignant over the treatment
that Sir Philip had received; for the lat
ter had been straightway thrust into the
closed carriage and driven away before
she had been able to follow him to the
street S.s
Miss Muir-Agnes" said Luke, in
hesitating. feeble voice; "are you still go
ing to refuse to see me, or listen to me?
know, i feel sure that it's all up with
me-that you must have learned every
thing about me, you know-but couldn't
you just say word or two to a fellow,
out of consideration for old times, you
know? / did love you, and love you
still. as heaven is my judgei"
What can you possibly have to say to
me?" she said, with cold contempt.
Only to plead for forgiveness-onl to
plead my deyouring and unalterable love
as my only excuse for the great wrong
have done your he murmured, hang
ing his head.
When I first learned of your treach-
cry. sir" said she, Il scarcely deemed
my forgiveness of it within the range OF
possibility. But now, in the light of rev
Citations that have taken place to-day, I
am disposed to think otherwise. IL will
forgive You upon one condition"
What is it?'' he cried, eagerly.
On the condition that you at once
cause the release Of your brother, Sir