Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1901-11-07

sion:" Eaughtily demanded the Mar
quis del Castellani. vainly' endeaNorins
to shake off the detectives grasp.
1T means that arrest you as the
murderer of the late Philip Grayson!''
returned William Hantlin.
And. blowing a whistle suspended
from his watch chain. the room was In
stantly filled.
Several powerful policemen in uni
form entered first, and they were fol-
lowed by Shelley Austin and Humoy
Jack-the latter of whom scrambled Up
on a table, Notwithstanding the possible
whizzing of bullets. to have a full view
of the "scrimmase.' as he called it.
And, Notwithstanding the number of
his captors. the marquis made it lively
for them for few moments.
Lefty tainted, and as her lovers
grasp relaxed, she slipped TO the floor.
where Castellani left her, with his gi-
gantic frame placed in front of her. he
both guarded her from harm and
fought his assailants.
His tremendous strength and stature,
added to perfactly marvellous dexter
ity and GOODNESS, aided him so mucn
that he held the entire force. Hantlln
included. at bay for several minutes.
Put up your pistols!" cried the de-
tective, who had determined his rival
should die on The scaffold. 1.-The man
must be taken alive. Now, then, all at
once!"
And, with the words, the men made
rush at the Italian, dsarned him, and
secured his hands by passing handouts
owe. his fine, sinewy wrists.
But even then they would scarcely
have succeeded but that Castellani had
tripped over Latty's PROSTATE figure.
and in the effort to save her from being
t:ampled OH his captors gained their
advantage.
At the same moment Shirley had seen
that woman was present, and, stoop-
ing, he raised her and carried her to a
lour ge.
Good heavens! I know this lady: it
is Miss Lefty Martini" he exclaimed TO
Eantlin.
THE lady is my wife-or shall be, il l
live long enough" said the Italian,
sternly. Treat her with respect anu
care sir; she is an angel and deserves
all honor!"
Let me go to him!" cried Lefty. who
was reviving from her swoon. 'My hus-
band-my Anthony, I'll never believe
it, she said, twining her arms about
him. ooh, gentlemen, it is all mis-
take, and can be explained, arn sure!
Don't separate us-he is all the world to
mel"
Her cries and entreatias were heart
rending, and, finding it the easiest way
to manage their prisoner, it was finally
| f1pai1oG RI Qttv - ~
him to prison, and they were put in a
carriage, guarded by Hantlin and Shir-
ley, while one policeman mounted with
the driver and the others filled a second
carriage that followed the prisoner.
Though 1t was a late hour when
Hantlin got his prisoner housed for the
night i'll the Tombs, he could not think
of allowing the morning to come before
informing Mrs. Grayson that her hus-
bands murderer was at length cap
tured.
Claricc had not retired; it would have
been impossible. From the moment Of
Leonce's return a wild excitement had
kept the beautiful young widow pacing
to and fro from one end of her sitting
room to the other.
The French maid mad said very little.
She was as pale as a dead lily, and
great dark circles beneath her eyes
showed the traces of recent and terrible
suffering. But her manner was calm
and her words, few and simple.
IT have come back, dear madam" She
said, ''to beg; your forgiveness and to do
il stice to the innocent. God has pun
ished me for my effort: to shield the
guilty; but not. quite yet. Others will
be here soon, and will wait the proper
time
Clarice did not attempt to force the
woman's confidence. She, too, felt that
a crisis had arrived and she believed
that peace and happiness were coming
| to her at last.
| But the suspense was almost more
than she could bear. as, with clasped
hands and face White as snow drift,
save where two red spots burned like
fire in the cheeks, she paced her room
to and fro, to and fro, too greatly excit-
| ed to hear the other footsteps that
paced the hall outside; for Brian Now
bray had remained there ever since the
entrance of Leonce.
| Part of the time his ear had been
pressed to the keyhole, but he could
hear nothing save the excited step Of
| his daughter as she walked to and fro.
| Then, assured that no conversation
was taking place between mistress and
maid, he, too, began to kill time by
walking to and fro. The dinner hour
came and passed; he refused to go
down stairs, and Mrs. Grayson sent an
excuse, so that Mrs. Mowbray dinsd
alone, except for a couple of friends of
her own, whom she was occupied in en-
tertaining.
Hour after hour went by; the little
silver-tongued time piece on the mantel
chimsd quarter past II, and was sue
ceeded by loud summons at the front
door.
Clarice stopped short and sank into
chair, unable to stand-scarcely able to
breathe. She had already given orders
that If Detective Hantlin came he was
to he shown to her private sitting room,
and she now heard. above the wild
beating of her heart, footsteps on the
stairs, rapidly ascending.
| Then she heard her fathers voice, in
tones of vergeful hate, and the words
were clearly distinct:
"Never. with my consent, shall you
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