The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1901-11-09

to shake of the detectives grasp.
1T means that I arrest you as the
murderer OF therlate Philip G%rayson!"
returned William Hantlin.
And, blowing q whistle suspended
from his watch chain, the room was In
stantly filled.
Several powerful policemen in ,lnt-
form entered first, and they were fol-
lowed by Shelley Austin and Hunaoy
Jack-the latter Of whom sscrambled5Lp p
on a table, Notwithstanding the. possible
whizzing OF bullets, to have a;full view
Of the "scrimmaxe," as he called 1t.
And, notwithstanding the number OF
his captors, the marquis made It lively
for them for o few moments.
Lefty. tainted and as her lovers
graspSrelaxed, she slipped to the floor,
where Castellani left her, with his Ri-
gantic frame placed In front Of her, he.
both guarded her from harm and.
fought his assailants.
His tremendous strength and stature.
added to a perfectly marvellous dexter-
that he held the entire force, Hantlfn.
included, at bay for several minutes.
Put up your pistols!" cried the de-
4lGCllVS, viz 1ldu. Y
should die on the scaffold. 1.-THE man
must be taken alive. Now. then. all at
once!!"
And, with the words. the men madesa
rush at the Italian, disarmcd him, and
secured his hands by passing handouts
owe. his fine, sinSwy wrists.
But even then they would scarcely
have succeeded but that Castellani had
tripped I'VE Letty's PROSTATE figure,
and in the effort to save her from being
trampled IN his captors gained their
advantage.
At the same moment Shirley had seen
that a woman was present, and, stoop-
ing, he raised her and carried her to .
louE ge.
Good heavens! know this lady; It
is Miss Lefty Martini" he exclaimed TO
,HantIln.
"The lady is my wife-or shall be, I'll
live long enough!" said the Italian,
sternly. Treat her with respect and
care. sir: she is an angel, and deserves
all honor!"
"Let me go to him." cried Lefty, who
was reviving from her swoon. my bus-
band-my Anthony, I'll never believe
IT." she said, twining her arms about
him. ""Oh, gentlemen, it is NIL a mis-
take, and can be explained, I am sure!
Don't separate us-he is all the world to
mel" .
Her cries and e%ntreaties were heart
rending, and, finding 1t the easiest way
to manage their prisoner, it was finally
decided to allow Lefty to ACCOMPANY.
him to prison, and they were put in o
carriage. guarded by Hantlin and Shir-
ley, while nj 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 mad said very little.
She a Is pale as a dead lilly, and
great dark circles beneath her eyes
s~hewedsthe traces of recent and terrible,
suffering But her manner was calm
and her words few and simple.
st have come back, dear madam" she
said, "to beg your forgiveness and to do
il stice t O 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
q crisis had arrived, and she believed
that peace and happiness were coming
to her ut last.
But the suspense was almost more
than she could bear. as. with clasped
hands and. face White as q snow-drtft,
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 hail outside; for Brian Now
bray had remained there ever since the
entrance OF Leonce.
Part OF the time his a 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 80 that Mrs. Mowbray dined5
alone. except for a couple Of friends OF
her own, whom she was occupied In q
PERTAINING.
Hour after hour went by; the little
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