Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1912-11-07

IhlS story has already peen COM
municated to my attorneys inter
rupted Lord ~Beachcombe impatiently.
How are you acquainted with 1t, and
why do you expect 1t to interest me
in you?"
II know 1t because a vast number OF
letters, written by this gentleman,
first to his sweetheart and afterward
to his wife. have fallen into my hands.
They tell the whole history, with many
entertaining details, and would prove
racy reading in the News sheet for
your lordship's friends and foes, espe-
cially the latter"
The visitor WINGED. mo man likes
his family affairs held up to ridicule.'
he said. II would Willingly buy the
letters, If g%eunine."
"Oh! they are genuine; also the mar
riage certificate, whereof one of the
witnesses is still living, and the certi-
icates of the birth and baptism of the
lordship is 26?"
And why has this matter been al
lowed to sleep for 30 years?'
Because Mrs. Vincent-as she tenn
porarily allowed herself to be called
although clever enough to find out that
her stage-player lover was really a
lieutenant of the kings guards, mas
querading under a false name, was un-
able to trace him when he Disappeared.
a ear after their marriage, and never
knew in consequence OF several deaths,
he had become Lord BeachcOmbe, OF
whom she probably never heard, and
| certainly never connected with Lieu
tenant Gregory de Cliffe. The last OF
this series of documents is the certi-
ficate of the death Of the deserted
years old, to whom she beQueathed
only her wedding ring n a casket,
which was to be opened When he came
to mans estate"
Lord Reachcombe's sallow face Grim
soned with such a rush of blood, that
his eyes were suffused, and he seemed
in danger OF ~suffocating.
Five years" he gasped. "Scoundrel,
do you know you are saying?"
Robin bent his head. without speak
ing.
where are these forgeries? These
these Beachcombe stopped, ap-
parently unable to utter another word.
las l told you before, they are quite
SAFE" said Robin quitely. But an
hour after my death, they will be in
most concern"
And do you-does this impostor
imagine that he can GUST a peer of the
realm with a few old letters and musty
recovering himself a little. I'VE mobiles
hang together. Sir Htghwayman, n
are chary of disturbing one of u
order for a trifle."
II do not know whether he can Gust
you, Lord Beachcombe." said Robin.
looking him steadily in the eye. but
he car prove you a bastard"
Beachcombe sprang to his feet, with
hand on sword. as though he would
have drawn 1t on the defenseless pris-
oner. and stood, breathing heavily. un-
able to utter a word.
w are alone, my Lord, and not one
word that passes between us need ever
be repeated outside this CELL" said Ro-
bin; that is. if you agree to my terms.
Otherwise. I may feel compelled to
make terms with your cousin, who
would be the inheritor If you were-il-
Legitimate, and your elder brother were
could be induced to waive his claim"
Lord B~eachcombe bent a ~furtive. but
And how can you answer for him?"
he asked, slowly weighing his words.
IF I buy you off. I may a to fight
him in the law courts afterward. Oh!
tbs intolerable-it's a conspiracy-it
my mother! william. you shall hang
for calling me bastard, II for nothing
else"
II think not" said Robin. Your
unborn child may be a son. whose fate
heir values my life so highly. that he
himself has instigated this offer. He
is willing to give all his documents in
exchange for my life n liberty.
Furthermore. for a sum of money suf-
ficient to carry him abroad and start
him in life, he will sign a deed. il you
will have one drawn up resigning all
claims on h title or estates of Beach
combe. Is that explicit %enough?"
During this speech, Lord Beachcombe
had Quilted down. and was now seated
opposite the prisoner, whom he regard
ed with fixed attention.
VIVA does your claimant call him
self? Under what name is he known?''
he demanded aruptly.
ing the Documents said Robin, land
you can not do hat until / am free to
bring them to you myself"
II tell you." exclaimed the earl pet
tishly. that you overestimate my in
fluence. How a I obtain the pardon
Of a h~ighwayman who attacked the
Lord Archbishop"
81 too nothing from his grace but
his wig" cried Robin, with a bolster
catch cold in his venerable head, I gave
him in exchange a comfortable cotton
: nightcap, that had C been the prop
erty of the mayor of York! Twas a
! fair exchange, and methinks the arch
! bishop would scarcely wish me hanged
for a Joke. when 1 might have stripped
him of a coachful OF treasure"
. Lord Beachcombe rose. There are
yet three days." he said grudgingly.
I'll BEE what can be done"
| Three days for me. my Lord, but
/. not for you" said Robin significantly.
"I must know by this time tomorrow
. what my chances are with you, for the
letter / was indittng to your cousin
Francis a not DO delayed longer than
that"
"Francis!" sneered Lord Beachcombe