The Minneapolis journal., 1902-07-07

nearly as be recollected, were the same All
was the same. save for one detail:
There was no postscript. I 49,.
Il did not write this note,'' said Frank.
They could not induce him to say otherwise.
The generals were angry, almost threatening.
as they saw before them the man who had
caused their troops such losses.
Fellow. fellow" cried Burgoyne, shaking
a Anger. Confess, and we make your gal
lows a yard lower
Il did not write this" repeated Frank.
Tho prisoner DIS remanded,'' said Gage
finally. His brother will not be examined
until this case is formally tried
Frank had listened and looked no more. He
walked back to the Jail in brown study, and
now, hours later, still was asking himself:
Who wrote that note?'
II was not conceivable that the generals
would stoop to deceit. Some one was tricking
them Some one had seen the original note;
some person-since the note had not come
into British hands--ip the American camp,
either before or after Warren's death. That
person could have forged copy and sent II
to Gage. But why forge? The bare informa-
| ton would have been sufficient. There was
! unnecessary elaboration in forgery. EVl-
dently, for the informant mere Imprisonment
was not enough. Conviction upon apsolute
| evidence was desired
And Initiating the note would scarcely have
been possible without either the note itself
or specimens of his handwriting Throwing
out the first conditon-for the possession
of the original would not necessitate for
gery-there stood clear two facts: Some one
knew the words of the note and was famlllaT
with Franks writing.
The cell was darkening, and the place was
hot Presentation stood on Franks lace from
the close atmosphere. But he paid no heeo
to his situation or his feelings as he thought
on.
The American informant would not have
| forged the note unless iInpelled by malice
| Who in the rebel camp had malice against
| Frank? But in Boston there were two that
hated him.
| A chain of circumstances suddenly revealed
itself Franks mind leaped from fact to 1act
then to conclusions Sotheran hated him; MS
| uncle hated him. His uncle, in the account
books, had speciments OF his handwrlt1ns IN
plenty Who supplied the words OF the note! !!
Not his uncle. Sotheran? How, then?
| Ah Roger had told of the letters that
| came to the captain, which the captain TOOK
| to the general And Sotheran was bold enough
| to dare to deceive his SUPERIOR So much was
| clear Frank struck his hands together as
| he perceived.
Two questions, then, remained: Who sup
piled the information and who was the for
| ger? Sotheran could scarcely forge. But
| skill of the kind could be easily bought, and
his uncle would supply ink, seal and paper
And the informant? With whom did Soth-
erap correspond? Frank pressed his eyellds
tightly shut the better to think.
Some one in Warren's confidence, to whom
the note had either been shown, or who
found it among his papers Yes, some one
in Warrens confidence Who could 1t be-?
Frank drew long breath. He would yet
puzzle it out.
But through the door. as he began again
| on his problem, he heard stumbling footsteps
| o,,S 49, frNo
| and tune roaring a song. Frank heard
| Brushs voice believing above the others. The
singing ended abruptly in a chorus of hic-
| cups and drunken laughter and then shut
| fling feet came along the corridor. There was
! rafting of keys as the jailers made sure that
| each cell was fast for the night At last
the feet stopped outside Franks door, and
| at the threshold in the dusk he saw the glow
| of yellow light
| go ye downstairs now,'' Frank heard
Brush directing Il follow presently. First
| I'll just handcuff my dear friend inside and
have some sport with him.
'"But he's safe,'' was the answer. Come
| along"
Hes SAFE" laughed Brush, but too CON-
| Portable. He might sleep If didn't take
| good care Of him
Frank compressed his lips, but the jailers
laughed. go on now said Brush ''Lock
all downstairs and the outer door. I'll lock
the yard gate when I come
| Unsteady feet went away and clattered
down the stairs. Frank heard keys Jingle al
| his door, and Brush softly cursing he
| lurched against it. Grumbling and mutter-
| Ing the man at last mastered the lock and
| swung the door open. He reeled into the cell
and held the light to survey his victim.
| Hal" he leered, while wax dropped. from
the candle, held obliquely. mot so drunk
| Ellery, as you might think. How are you
comfortable?''
Frank made no answer. The ungainly fel.
low, with his bleared eyes, scarcely human
in his sottishness, brought to him for the
first time sense of helplessness. The taw-
| dry inery and the blackguard face wrote
Brute at large upon the man. And
| shackled as he was, Frank was in his power
Brush closed the door and set the candle
on a shelf Then he seated himself on The
bed, holding the handouts and the keys. He
struck the bed with his hand. ..-,~ :
| ~'fNo answer" he cried. why don't you
get up on the bed? Lie down and enjoy
| yourself, instead of sitting there against the
wall All day, eh, just sitting there? Tired
| hey?"
He roared with laughter Out of his blood
shot eyes he eyed Frank the while, for 8
sign of feeling; and finding none, sought
| again to reach him.
pheasant time we had to-day, eh, at the
| Province House? When shall we go again
You're in no hurry, hope. With quarters
like yours an airy view, and the best o1
food-eh, eh, Ellery, you're willing to stay
| while, aren't you?'
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