The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1901-11-21
CHATTER Ill

Hardly had the outer door closed behind
Herman Craven when Hattie regained
consciousness, and with a long drawn sigh
her eyes opened
MY poor darling" exclaimed Robert,
as he placed one hand upon her brow
Seemingly in very terror she recoiied, 4
and the cry escaped her lips: "Oh, God.
Murdered, Ny dear father murdered
And-and by the man l lOvedr'
"Oh, Hattie, my darling" exclaimed 4
Robert. "YoE cannot believe me guilty Of
this terrible crime?"
The poor girl threw her hands before
her eyes as if TO shat out some h0rrid
vision as she sobbed: "You were standing
over him. Robert. with the bloody weapon
in your hand, when l, followed by Her
man, entered the room. How-hOw could
you have murdered my father, who loved
you well? No. no. win not believe it
and yet Herman accused you
Hattie dearest, a suspicion OF the one
who loves you is unworthy Of you. Not
FIVE minutes before ! found that fatal
blade driven to his heart be had consented
willingly to our marriage. l loved your
father. Ask yourself il l could have muir
dered him"
''No, no, l will not believe it. Forgive
me, dear Robert. But the knife? How
came it in your hand-and blood-blood on
your hand and sleeveg"
Il had just withdrawn it from your
fathers bosom. dear. I called on him at
the bank to-day and made an appointment
10 see him here tonight after ten O'Clock.
/ brought with me bag Of coin, and had
paid note he held. l have it cancelled in
my pocket. Just as ! was about to take
my leave the door bell rang Your faith
er, remarking that it was a late hour for
callers, requested me TO see who was
there l opened the door. Darkness con-
fronted me and nothing more. l walked
the length of the piazza and called out,
1 Who is hereT but received no response.
l descended the steps, wondering at the
strange occurrence; for a moment stood
with one foot on the lower step. the other
on the walk. Suddenly / heard a stihed
groan emanating from the house. l ran
up the steps, hastily entered the library,
and my heart stood still at the terrible
sight that confronted me. l cried out
Help, Murderr and withdrew the sheath
knife from your fathers bosom. One
gasp. and he slid from the chair TO the car
peted floor, a corpse
"Oh, my father, my father! Then it
was not his voice / heard
You did not hear the pealing of the
door bell, dearestg'
"No. Robert IL"
ely. Mars Robert, Fly, You got no
time to tarry here. You'll hang. Mars
Robert, hang. jus lik' you'd killed ole
master. A Niger can save you. Go
Mars Robert-gO. IL
Are you crazy, Hannah? The muir.
derer of your master must be brought tc
, justice"
/ "Ain't you see, Mars Robert? The evi
. dence of Mars Herman viii condemn you
The young missile saw you with the blood.
knife in your hand. Mars Herman vii
swear that your cries were the cries of ny
| poor ole master. Fly. Mars Robert, whil'
YOU have time. l know you is not III,
9 murderer Of ole master; but iy.'
Yes, yes, Robertg' said Hattie, quick
. IL. 4 feel that you never dreamed o
? this terrible crime; but Hannah has toll
/ the truth. Oh. my darling. and now-nov
that l have only you, and the fair cir
+ twined her arms about him.
l Poor dear" said Robert, you are agi
. tated. and little wonder. Robert Camp
D bell shall be found by your side, eve
4 though he stand in danger OF the gal
II lows, and the murderer. the assassin. O
your father shall meet death on the ga
lows. Herman Craven may not be guilt
I. of this murder. but on my soul I believ
he is. He has doubtless gone in scare
4. of an officer with the intention of d,
nouncing me-"
S NO, no." sobbed Hattie. my cousi
: surely would not murder one who ha
been so kind TO him. He could not hay
~ committed the crime. Immediately afte
4 l heard the voice, which l supposed wa
N my fathers. crying Help, murderr He
man Knocked on my door and exclaimed
A. Your father. Miss Hattie; your father
He had but just left his room. Ia
J. thrown my wrapper on. and together "
descended the stairs
,e 's,rhe murder had already been cOmmi
is ted. dear, when YOU heard those erie.
but, ah. have it." Fastening to the. des
Of the dead banker. who lay beside it. h
10 wan face upturned, he seized pencil an
n hastily on slip OF paper wrote the:
words:
d Lang Sellars, Detective.
pr please come 10 the residence Of BAN
ie er DeRosette at once. His dead face
pr now Before me. He has been cruelty mu
ht dered. Robert Campbell
70 Go be continued.)