The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1903-08-26

1 ing did not come and she went on IN
the train | would so too. III she got
out and abandoned her journey | and
my assistants would shadow her wher-
ever she went.
C%ontriving a word with Parker. |
hastily sketched my intentions and
babe him 60 forward TO the third class
carriages. into one OF which he was to
jump at the last minute II he saw me
board the dining car.
A moment later | had taken my scat
in the car. for Gilbart, after II last
distracted gaze to the station entrance.
had decided 10 pursue hA journey. As
the train gathered speed | settled down
10 the task Of watching for signs Of
her fraternizlng with one Of the other
passengers. but nothing Of the sort oc-
CURED. She sat looking out Of the
window, and presently a tear stole
down her cheek-only one, but a genu-
Inc tear.
Moved by n sudden impulse, I
changed my seat and took the place
opposite to her AZ the white drapcd tn
BILE. My episcopal garb warranted,
thought. the proffer Of consolation. In
the course Of which the pumping proc
ess might be administered.
Imagine. then. my establishment when
my overtures were received with:
What's the use OF talking like thatl
You're the tee that's after Joe Brady,
amt youy'
A denial would certainly not have
been believed. so | nodded admission.
you've had your trouble for nothing,
I'm afraid. He must have got wind OF
that letter and kept out Of the way"
'The letter." | exclaimed in bcwllder-
ment.
Il wrote II myself" replied the girl.
II wanted him caught, you see. Don't
ask why: it's n wOman's reason. But
he's too cunning for me, and nov ! sup
pose he'll kill me some time"
The Ice being broken. she poured
forth n flood Of determinations against
her late associate, affirming hat she
had no idea OF his true character and
giving me the address Of his hiding
place In Battersca.
I'VE don't stop till Crewe. but you'd
better wire TO your people from there
to arrest him. or at any rate shadow
him till you get back" she advised.
! had already decided to do so. but |
was still not quite satisfied. Why had
she zone on in the train after finding
that her communication to the police
had been abortive?
Her home was i'm New York. she said.
and, having her passage ticket taken,
she wished TO use II and cut herself
adrift from evil associates. So the
train rushed northward. the other pas-
sengers In the car soon ccasing to he
amused by the friendship struck up be-
tween the elderly bishop and the soil
tary traveller.
At last the train ran into Crcwe sta
ton. and MS | rose she put out her well
gloved hand. "Goodby, Mr.. Grantham.
| do hope you'll catch him." she said.
my life won't be safe till he's under
lock and key"
But this is not goodby. | I'm only
going to send off the WIRE" | said. 81
am going on with you to Liverpool to
see you safe on board the steamer"
II was n chance shot. but It went
home. She turned ashy pale, and |
knew that she had been working with
the object of getting rid Of me at
Crewe. But where was Brady?
The question was answered by Daisy
Gilbart herself in the angulshed cry Of
"My father! Oh, my father!' Follow
ing her gaze to the platform, | saw
outside the car window two sailors of
the Majestic with linked arms. One of
them was handcuffed.
1--WE got him, sir" said Parker. "By
luck | Travelled down in the same COM
partment and laid a few conversational
traps for him. He had neglected to
sufficiently post himself in detail
about u fine old craft. | smelt a rat
before we'd gone twenty miles"
DAISY Gllbart' was indeed Brady's
daughter, and | could not help being
sorry for her. She had made n bold
bid to hoodwink us by concentrating
the attention Of our combined forces on
the dining car while her father Travelled
in another part Of the train, but she
hardly allowed for the caution of an
experienced officer.
The Sen of sahara.
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