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

He was interrupted by jingling OF the
doorbelI.
why, who can this be at this time Of /
night" said the banker. Robert" he /
continued, you are younger than 1 am. I
Will you see-confound the sleepy SER
vantsr'
The young man hastened to the front
door; sprang back the catch, and open
ed it.
Darkness alone confronted him.
"Who is here?" he asked.
Naught but silence.
1T is very strange surely heard the
bell. Let me investigate" thought the
young man, and leaving the door ajar he
stepped out on the broad piazza.
He hastily passed from one end Of the
same to the other, but encountered no one.
Il cannot understand it," he exclaimed
as he descended the steps to the graveled
walk. What could have been the object
Some one bent on mischief, perhaps.
Robert stood for a moment with one
foot on the lower step and the other on
the walk listening.
Suddenly he heard a sound as of a
smothered groan behind him. He hurried
ly ran up the steps, pushed open the door,
and in a moments time stood in the Ii
brary.
A cry of horror broke from his lips
Still seated in his chair was the form
of the banker; but his head had dropped
over to his left shoulder. His glazing eyes
were fixed on vacancy, and look Of hor-
ror was on his livid countenance.
He had sunk lower in the chair. A rivu-
let of blood was tracing its way down his
shirt front, dyeing it red. and the handle
of a sheath knife stood there, the keen
blade buried in his bosom.
Help, help There has been murder
done. Help. help.'
In an instant he had seized with his
right hand the bloody haft Of the knife,
while with his left he endeavored to re-
strain the body from sinking to the floor.
Help help.' He drew the weapon
forth. the red blood dyeing his sleeve as
he did so.
Uncle Alvin! Uncle Alvinl Oh, tell
me. Tell mer'
There was a groan, a twitching of the
limbs. a contortion Of the features, and a
: dead man slid from the chair TO the blood
soaked carpet of the library.
ooh, God. what fend has done this
deed?" cried Robert, as he bent over the
still form on the carpet.
A piercing cry answered him, and Hat
tie, who had been reused by the cries and
hastily descended the stairs, sunk on her
knees by the side of her murdered father,
: At the same instant Herman Craven
rushed into the room.
A cry of horror broke from his white
lips as his eyes fell on the scene before
, him.
'.Merciful God. My uncle murdered
r You, Robert Campbell, you standing over
o his lifeless remains, and with that reekinl
weapon in your hand? Fiend. Assassin
1 see it ALL Maddened by his refusal Il
> give you his loved daughters hand in mar
y riage. you have taken his life. StanC
) back from my loved cousins side, or, red
handed as you are, will attack you. Oh
:, my loved uncle. 1t was your death CT.
1 that reused me from my slumbers.
Herman Cravenr' cried Robert, as h
It straightened to his full height, has thi
v terrible scene crazed you? You canno
p believe the words you have uttered to b
true; but rouse the servants and send 70
l. help. The assassin must not escape.
ST Nor shall he, Robert Campbell. Yo
8 are the murderer here. Little did
dream what my uncle's cries foretoldn'
IT MARS Alvin. Mars Alvin, Murdered
is Murdered. And by you. Mars Robert.
ID Old Uncle Duke. who had entered tn
K room. walked to the side Of his youn
it mistress, who was caressing the dea
1t form of her father.
1T was 1, Herman Craven, who al
&c swered the summons of the door bell.
7e had been here for a half hour; was her
~ by appointment, as you know, to take
IN nv note. / brought with me bag {
=. = In.i he filaf
III bell rang T."
r where is this bag Of coinr'
l 'sWhy, there upon your uncle's desl
There is no bag of coin there! villail
on YOU plotted well!'
be .No bag of coin there? Robbery hi
en- then been added to murder. Your mi
to tress. Hannah, your mistress.
or Aunt Hannah stood in the door leadir
at from the library to the bankers char
her. Her mulatto face was of an ashS
ut hue and she was shaking as with palsy.
lie .sDead. Dead My own darling pap
he Murdered, murdered.
ii The cries OF poor Hattie were frantca
" resounding through the house.
er Poor darling" said Robert, and as
te. STONED. the bloody weapon fell from b
he hand and struck at her side.
his What wonder that she tainted.
IN Robert was STOPPING, with view
ed raising her to a sofa that the room CO
It'll tanned.
Hands off my cousin, murderer! crit
ac- Herman. But already Robert had b
in his strong arms, and in seconds TN
Ter her white form, clad only in wrap
she had hastily donned over her long mig
,i robe. had placed her on the sofa, whe