The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-09-05

pulled the loose, rusty bell handle.
A minutes to Eleanor
hours In spite of her resolution strange palp-
taon seized her. She wished she had not and at
the time reproached herself her weakness.
"Well, have revolver; I protect myself" she
thought Besides, will into the gloomy, desolate
house. said in a
Suddenly conscious close, musty smell-a
smell Of mildev7 and decay The door had opened but
noiseessly she did know it, hidden it
by the sunken story it invisible to
standing quite close.
wards her He must have spoken to the inside for
he turned to Eleanor and said:
"The will speak to you here You need not go
inside and Slipping around to the other side of her. she
thus occupied his position the door and about
couple of feet from it.
Had Hargrave Denton not been with her she would
have hestated approach that dark
opening, suggestive of the a tomb
tho she hated the and tho he had grossly nsulted
her-an insult which, had endeavored to
atoneshe could not believe he would suffer her to
to harm So with beating heart she moved step
the doorway. She could and doubt the
VINO was waiting for her had retired further into the OBJ
security, but she made up her mind she would not set
foot threshold of this sinister
stopped abruptly
The next moment her head enveloped in kind
of thick stuff and before she could herself she
dragged, struggling passage the door
cried for help. Her pinned to her sides, her
voice was muffed She was powerless in the arms Of
captors. did lose presence mind.
and her hand sought her revolver. AS the last
she could but it upon herself.
for assistance and appeals to her capors evident to
brain,
her aid all her frmness and resolution. She
scious of being awkward kind staircase
suggestive, indeed, of ladder with broad tread
than seps-of being hurried kind of room,
then second ascent similar to the first and so until
realized spite Of the material which enveloped her
she in atmosphere different from that she had
passed thru. 1t hot and sitting and glimmering
light of stuff.
thought thought alone, uppermost
in her mind Hargrave Denton was the blacklist of
traitors His story of the who had revelation
to make concerning the authors of her fathers death
inveiged there, Heaven knew with what
She registered that him, if possible,
her revolver should be turned All the wild spirit of the
Tremanes all their indomtable surged within
would have shot Hargrave Denton with
little remorse she would shoot mad dog That he had
taken leave of his thes most charitable
struction she could his infamy Yet there
method his for he not acting alone,
but employed others to help him
Whenever the pressure her arms had slackened,
moved her right hand upwards to seize the weapon
brought with her. She had nearly succeeded by
reached the lighted when her plan
frustrated by strong hands Selling the wrists with iron
which forced them together while second pair of
hands thrust beneath the stuff bound them tightly with
struggled fercely for with her
hope and she would be help
less But what could she do against her capors They
binding and then the drapery which
numbered her head was violently torn away.
a cry of horror she started back for there
the with the repulsive scar, the
eering mouth, the cold pitiess, vengefu eyes,
for months past had been pursuing her with the
logged pertinacity Of a seuth hound.
He grinned horribly and stepped back pace or two
at her easily.
"Welcome, Tremaine,' said he, in voice
harsh and grating and yet with an understandable sug
gestion it of fendish triumph. 'Best if amt
sight eyes-ain't She Young Govnor?'
Eargrave Denton standing little distance from
pitiabe object sickly smile his ivd face,
trembling hand grasped the perpendicular support
lowering and raising the sacks into and
below when the wharf was used for its
legitimate purpose
thus directly by Kral, Denton with great
effort mumbed something about Miss Tremaine having no
to be afraid
"Do I look afraid?" interposed Eleanor,
her sight the treacherous
ture had entrapped her. you despicable coward!
''By like that" growled Krall; you're girl
grit amt surprising, seeing who was your
father your mother"
Her What did this repulsive wretch know of
mother?
She looked a fearessly and yet inqurngly Hor-
with the Scared she preferred
him to gibbering, drink soddened Hargrave
Denton.