Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1901-11-07

nuis del Castellani, vainly endea sorihs
70 shake off the detectives grasp.
"It means that i 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 unit
form entered first, and they were fol-
lowed by Shelley Austin and Humpy
Jack-the latter of whom scrambled Up
ON a table. Notwithstanding the possible
whizzing OF bullets, to have a run we"
of the "scrimmage," as he called 1t.
And, Notwithstanding the number OF
his 2aptors, the marquis made IL livery
for them for a few moments.
Lefty tainted. and as her lovers
grasp relaxed, she slipped 10 the moor
where Castellani left her, with his gu
gantic frame placed in front of her, he
both guarded her from harm anu
fought his assailants.
His tremendous strength and stature
added to a perfectly marvellous dexter
ity and GOODNESS, aided him so mucn
that he held the entire force. Hantlin
included, at bay for several minutes.
Put up your pistols!' cried the de-
tective, who had determined his rival
should die on the scaffold. THE man
must be taken alive. Now, then, all at
once!"
And, with the words, the men made a
rush at the italian, disarmed him. and
secured his hands by passing handouts
ove. his fine, sinewy wrists.
But eI en- then they would scarcely
have succeeded but that Castellani had
tripped over Letty's PROSTATE figure,
and in the effort to save her from being
trampled OIL his captors gained their
advantage.
At the same moment Shirley had seen
that a woman was present, and, st"op-
ing, he raised her and carried her 10 a
lour ge.
Good heavens! I know this lady, it
is Miss Lefty Martini" he exclaimed to
Hantlin.
THE lady is my wife-or shall be, II l
live long enough" said the Italian,
sternly. Treat her with respect and
care. sir; she is an angel, and deserves
all honorl"
Let me go TO him!" cried Lefty, who
was ~reviving from her woon my hus-
lNAko "a AN'Nh 80
it, she. said, twining her arms about
him. "Oh, gentlemen, it is all a mis-
take, and can be explained, I am sure!
Don't separate us-he is all the world to
mel"
Her cries and entreaties were heart
renGing, and, finding it the easiest way
to manage their prisoner, it was finally
decided to allow Lefty to accompany
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 it was a late hour when
Hantlin got his prisoner housed for the
night in 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.
Clarice 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 had said very little.
h 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 word few and simple.
"I have come back, dear madam" she
said, ito 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 I 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 Kite as a 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 hat
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
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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
chimed quarter past II, and was sue
ceeded by a loud at the front
door.
Clarice stopped short and sank into a
chair, unable to stand-scarcely able to
breathe. She had already given orders
that IL Detective Hantlin came he was
to lie shown to her private sitting room,
and she now heard. above the wild
beating of her heart, footsteps on the
stairs, rapidly ascending.
hen che heard her fathers voice, in
tones of vergeful hate, and the words
were clearly distinct:
Never, with my consent, shall you
see my daughter-miserable recreant to
everything honorable and manly; she
hos alrna1x, vafYual -, -u