The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1903-05-16
By AMY BRAZER,


| for him. This is Gods truth, Mr.. KEEL
ly. In a second he sprang over the
counter, seized me by the collar, chok-
Ing me. We struggled desperately, but
l could not call out was choking.
And then he stuffed handkerchief
soaked with chloroform in my mouth.
He held it there. I do not know any
more"
He shivers as he speaks and covers
his CHASTITY face with his hands.
Sebastian Saville bends forward.
Who was the man." He asks the
question intently, earnestly
Mr.. Grey lifts his head.
1T was George Bouverie."
II knew it, Mr.. Saville says quiet
ly. Il saw him coming out of the
bank, and Immediately after dispatch
money by telegraph. 1t was a bold
robbery indeed. Now, Mr.. Kelly,
what are you going to do?"
Mr.. Kelly's face looks grey with ter
ror.
II cannot believe it," he exclaims
George BoQverie! The thing seems to
me impossible, Mr.. Grey!"-t1xing
stern eyes upon the dropping figure Of
the cashier. do you swear that Mr..
Bouverie drugged you and robbed the
bank? Before God, is this the TRUTH
Yes, it is the truth; am prepared
to swear it," The cashiers tones are
steady enough now. He looks Mr..
Kelly straight in the face. II did not
know the bank was robbed; / only
know for certain that George Bouverie
attacked and drugged me-"
HE has been financially embar-
rassed," Mr.. Saville says. He has
been in desperate straights for
money!
Il know" admits Mr.. Kelly reluc-
family, remembering a passionate re-
quest from young Bouverie to be al
lowed to overdraw his account. But,
still, from money difficulties to bank
robbery was wide and awful gulf.
Mr.. Grey is examined and cross-ex-
amined; he sticks to his statement in
an mistaken manner.
''This is terrible!" groans Mr. Kelly.
ITO think young Bouverie should sink
to an act of burglary! 1t will kill his
mother!''
Mr.. Saville prepares to depart.
1T is. sad indeed; but that young
man is stepped to the lips in turf
transactions more or less discreditable.
I suppose you will have warrant
made out immediately?"
In IT.
look of triumph. Branded as Grim
inal, Barbara can no longer think of
George Bouverie!
The bank manager signs and passes
his hand across his forehead.
II suppose it. will have to be DONE"
he: says slowly; 'but, Mr.. Grey, I
could almost believe you the victim OF
hallucination!
Sebastian laughs.
"Hallucination can not chloroform a
man or rob bank"
II mean," said Mr.. Kelly, that he
might have been mistaken-he might
have fancied it was Bouverie.'
Mr.. Saville holds out the cheque he
had picked up on the floor of the
bank.
This is conclusive evidence. This
is the Identical cheque Mr.. Grey was
giving gold for at the moment he was
attacked I cannot see the slightest
loophole for doubt I myself can
swear to having met George Bouverie
running hastily down the steps of the
bank, carrying small bag, and ten
minutes after saw him handing in a
pile of gold at the postoffice. Let him
account for that money being in his
possession
Mr.. Grey sits white and listless, ner-
vously clasping and unclasping his
hands.
Il feel ill.," he says, looking at the
doctor, who has turned his back and
stands in pale CONSERVATION.
George Bouverie thief! Impossible!
The doctor has known him since he
was born and now to hear that he has
sunk SO low is appalling! He feels
stunned; yet, he remembers the young
mans altered look of care that sat so
oddly on the young face. During those
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ness he had noticed George, often find
ing him sitting moody and depressed.
"Poor, poor lad; if he. had only
made clean breast of it to met" says
kindly old Doctor Carter to himself,
II would have helped him only too
| gladly
But facts are facts, and, within an
hour two constables are driving rap
idly towarus the Grange on an outside
car, and one of them holds a warrant
for the arrest of George Bouverie
The warrant is signed by two magis-
trates, one Of whom is Sebastian tSa-
vile, who never in all his life signed
his name with such alacrity before, fol
lie downfall of his enemy is COM
plete! ~ -. = :: j z@=.
CHAPTER VII. IS 81 *zz.s s
| The evening sunlight is slanting
across the. lawn, making a glory OF
the dancing dafodils; and the birds
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