The Black Hills union and western stock review. [volume] (Rapid City, S.D.) 1904-19??, 1905-09-29
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The first edition OF the evening city
papers reached Fernwood soon after
$3.50. AT I o'clock. or ~thereabout. a boy
left a copy OF the Star at Kinsley IL
Co.'S counting room. Edward Kinsley.
who had been Into the factory to give
some Instructions, returned to find Miss
Parker standing in the middle of the
floor with the paper in her lands.
"Oh. Mr.. Ninsley,' she exclaimed,
coming toward him with Il radiant face.
you were a true prophet. They've got
it back. Listen, AL GAS this morning
II OF the Columbian Express com
pany's wagons drove up to the postof-
flee and delivered there Il bulky parcel
wrapped in brown paper. This, on be-
ing opened. proved to be the pouch OF
registered mail that was stolen from
the Fernwood trolley mail car last
night, The bag had been cut open
With a sharp knife. but. tran to re-
late. none OF the letters had been re-
moved or tempered with. Apparently
no attempt whatever had been made
to extract the contents of these letters.
and Postmaster Wiggin declares that
not n cent In cash is missing. Isn't
that just splendid"'
Il congratulate you he said. but
she noticed there was no surprise In
his tone. nor any trace of qualification
over the signal success OF his prophecy.
Half mechanically he took the paper
she extended n glanced at the item.
soon. however, his attention wandered
to a headline over another column.
where it Instantly became fixed.
by Jove," he cried. In great excite
ment. here's news and no mistake.
The midnight express for New York
was derailed and the three foremost
cars are at the bottom Of the river
"Oh. dear" she interrupted, was
anybody killed."
Eth! don't know. IL didn't no.
,ice." he replied, quite as If that We're
Il matter of Slight consequence; but,
Amy. that accident was a blessing for
us from Il most unexpected quarter.
The mail car is buried in the mud and
with II is that package OF collateral
which Swan 4 Dana We're sending to
New York. Their game is blocked
surely. Something has happened, as
o foretold. Our remittance will get
there tomorrow, before they can Dos
sibly make another move. and the pa
tent Will come where 1t ~belongs--to
u.s."
a fortnight later, when the affairs Of
l<insley & o had been set upon Il
firm basis and their future prosperity
was assured. the junior partner had a
strictly private and confidential inter
view with Miss Amy Parker. What
he said called forth from her many
bushes, but not a word of disapproNal,
yet after he had spoken Il weight
seemed still to rest o his mind.
Amy" he queried hesitatingly. are
you sure you love me we'll enough to
be willing to marry a~-criminal?'
"A criminal" she repeated. appear
ing more amused than shocked. you
must be Joking"
Il only wish ! We're" he returned
heavily, but after you have heard
what I have to say you'll see that I'm
not. Two weeks ago, when my father
and ] saw that Clarke patent about
terrible state of mind. 10 my part. l
was desperate and ready to go to al
most any length to prevent Swan g.
Dana's letter from getting to New York
In time to knock out our chances with
the trustee. What ! actually did-with
my poor old daddy's reluctant help
was to commit feloniouS assault on the
nail trolley car as il was about to en-
ter the city that night. and make off
with the pouch of registered mail.
Then. after all. the letter we wanted
wasn't in the pouch. You see ! ave
been doing Il little detective business.
but l had bungled 1t in one important
particular. Instead of registering their
letter, Swan & Dana had sent 1t by
special delivery, so III it had gone FOR
ward In the other pouch. Thus. as 7
say. the crime was needless. and the
only thing that saved us was the
wrecking of that mail train" He
paused a moment. then asked anxious
ly. We'll. dear. What do you think OF
me now? Oughtn't you to send me to
Jail instead of taking me for a nus
band?'
She ooked up into his face roguish-
ly for IL moment. then, putting her arms
shyly aroun his neck. whispered, with
lips close to his cheek.
Il think you're n dreadfully wicked
old desperate. but If you'll promise
never to do so again I'll try to keep
your secret-and ] shall certainly keep
you"