Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1903-08-01
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Ernest De Lancy Pierson
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Copyrig 1901, By
STREET & SMITH

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 Eel. 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 Wilson," he said. in a
clear voice. for Ellison. at the sight
of the officers. had escaped. He 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 uch a celebrity. Some
entered the house, while others sta
toned themselves at all the entrances.
Have they found him?" asked Job,
~anxiously, raising himself on his elbow,
In the hope of seeing his old enemy.
I'VE shall fnd 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" m the inspector held a glass
of water to his lips, but Job pushed 1T
away.
mo. no; / want to see her-my
daughter-I am Martin Frale!" Then
added: Il let It be thought Frale was
dead, and, as we were so alike, took
the others name"
They thought his mind must be wan
dariny What y-o. tht, tnly oHC,,t n
daughter? The SOUND of h%urrying steps,
and Grace Ellison was beside him.. Not
far off, hesitating, as If In doubt wheth-
or 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, D~ick--herc'" she called out.
This is the poor man who did so much
10 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 days,
whom he had met under such peculiar
circumstances. He, too. was moved at
the sight, and uttered a few compass
SiGnate words.
rs there anything that 7 can do for
you-anything that you want?" she
asked, as she benz down to catch what
he might say, for his voice was failing,
and he was growing weak. For a mo-
men he raised his trembling hands
toward her, and then let them fall back
with a choking sob.
Mono: there Is nothing-1hy
daughter" he ~quavered.
Grace looked around for n moment
In a bewildered way, then said:
why did he call me his daughter !
All, his mind 10 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-wlll you kiss me-for her
sake?" he murmured, and his his life
seemed to hang on her reply. For a
moments he hesitated, then leaned
down and touched his lips with hers.
AS she turned away, Job sank in tho
inspectors arms and his eyes closed,
but on his mouth was a smile Of in
effable peace-and SO the end came to
the tired man.
Frank Ellison did not escape, and,
! evidence being produced to show him
to be the man who had made merry
with the police solong, he was tried
and sentenced to q long term Of i'm
Seen from that day, and his affairs
were found In such a tanGle that the
entire fortune he had received from his
wife had vanished.
Dick Barnett learned IN time Of his
young wife's origin, but It did not
change mis- feelings towards her, and
she never learned the secret of her life.
AS for Martin Frale, the mystery OF his
career and his reason for having taken
another's name and reputation n as
Stunning his character Is still a puzzling
memory To mAnY. PerhNns be died