Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1903-05-02


shouldn't wonder but Dick might ar
rive here at any moment. Perhaps
he is even now in the house,"
She uttered joyous exclamation,
and then, without word more, ran
by him in the direction of the house.
Job stood there for a moment in
the sunny path, looking after the
bright figure, and then turned away
with sigh.
II might have kept the good news
back for moment, for, after all,
this may be the last time / shall see
her"
He walked slowly down the path
she had taken, and then flung him
self down on a bench in the shadow
of the walls, hoping that by waiting
he might see her again. AS he sat
there, with eyes half closed, step
on the porch caused him to rise, and
he found himself face to face with
Frank Ellison. For a moment the
two men stood staring at each other,
then instinctively rushed forward to
grapple with each other.
But the stored-up hatred of years
had given Hendricks strength, and
the struggle was a short one. But,
Just as Ellison went down, a shot
rang out, and the old man fell. The
garden suddenly became alive with
men, officers and others, probably
detectives.
AS Inspector Thorne, who seemed
in charge of the men, raised the
wounded man. he saw that he was
badly hit, but Job could still speak.
"Look for the man who calls him
self Frank Ellison" he said, in
clear voice, for Ellison, at the sight
of the officers, had escaped. Gle is
the man you have been looking for
so long-the Shadow. He is in the
house now"
Thorne, seeing that Job was dying,
and must, therefore, be speaking the
truth, gave some hurried directions,
and his men scattered, eager to be
the first to capture such celebrity.
Some entered the house, while others
stationed themselves at all the en-
frances.
'Have they found him?" asked Job,
anxiously, raising himself on his ell
bow, in the hope of seeing his old
enemy.
"We shall find him, no doubt" re-
piled Thorne. "He cannot possibly
get away from u.s."
The dying man, although his eyes
were fast glazing, still stared around
him.
"What do you want-something to
drink?" and the inspector held a
glass of water to his lips, but Job
pushed it way.
mo, no; I want to see her-my
daughter am Martin Frale!" Then
added: II let it be thought Frale
was dead, and, as we were so alike,
took the others name"
They thought his mind must be wan
dering. What was this talk about a
daughter? The sound of hurrying
steps, and Grace Ellison was beside
him. Not far off, hesitating, as if in
doubt whether to advance, was Dick
Barnett.
She saw the wounded man, and her
kindly heart was moved to sympathy
as she kneeled down beside him and
wiped the death dew from his fore
head, while his dim eyes regarded
her longingly.
"Here, Dick-here!" she called out.
much to help us in our trouble. And
he is dying!"
Barnett, pushing forward through
the crowd, recognized in the wounded
man his eccentric friend of other
i days, whom he had met under such
peculiar circumstances. He, too, was
moved at the sight, and uttered few
compassionate words.
els there anything that I can do
for you-anything that you want?"
she asked, as she bent down to catch
what he might say, for his voice was
failing, and he was growing weak.
For a moment he raised his trem-
bling hands toward her, and then
let them fall back with choking
sob.
daughter" he quavered.
Grace looked around for a moment
in bewildered way, then said:
| "Why did he call me his daughter?
All, his mind is wandering, and he is
thinking of the daughter that died."
His fast-glazing eyes were fixed on
her, and at the sound of her voice
his face seemed to brighten.
"Will you-will you kiss me-for
her sake?" he murmured, and his life
seemed to hang on her reply. For
moment she hesitated, then leaned
down and touched his lips with hers.
AS she turned away, Job sank in
the inspectors arms and his eyes
closed, but on his mouth was smile
of ineffable peace-and So the end
came to the tired man.
Frank Ellison did not escape, and,
evidence BEING nroduced to show him