The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1913-01-11


All through that dismal night he
had given his thoughts to these peo-
pie and to three cities-London. Paris
and New York. In the last of these
Mary Braddock was living. Staring up
at the dim, pickering shadows On the
ceiling, he travelled in horrid conjecture
from n to the other of these immense
w~ildernesses. Ahead Of him stalked
the ugly figure of Robert Grand. who
knew-who perhaps had known all the
time: Mt his side was the knowledge
that the Ave years had come to an end.
Was Mary Braddock. after all, in a po-
sition to redeem her promise?
With his mind full Of the decision
to go to New York as soon as pos
sible. where 1t would be an easy mat
ter to find Colonel Grand. Mt least,
he hurried down to an early breakfast.
There were two letters. One was from
Artful Dick Cronk. The envelope bore
the Jenison crest and it had come from
Jenison hall. A year had passed since
he had heard from the pickpocket.
The note was brief.
Just stopped of on my way north.
Niggers say you are at the springs.
I'll wait here TIL you come back IL it
amt too long. Hope this reaches you
prompt, because I am In a hurry to get
up to New York. Don't write. You
can get here just as quick as a letter,
maybe quicker"
David reached home that night. To
his amazement the servants knew abb
solutely nothing Of Dick Cronk. A
messenger was sent post haste to the
village hard by with instructions to
find Dick.
The messenger returned with word
that no one fitting the description had
been seen there.
But he must be there" said the
young master.
"Yas, sah," agreed the darby, not for
a moment questioning the assertion
that fell from his masters lips. Il
'Marse DAVID said he was there, ne
was there-that is all there could be to
II. HE suttinly mus be than, sab.
But l specs he mussa fo'got to tell
AnyDOuy 'Dout nit, san.
ASK Jerf to call me early in the
morning. Pete" said David. Good
night"
Good night, Marse David"
The boy went out, gently closing the
door behind him. Almost instantly 1t
was reopened.
What now. Peter demanded David,
who. with his back to the door. was
advancing to the mahogany bureau
across the room. He came In line with
chest of drawers. His fingers stopped
suddenly in the light task Of removing
a pin from his scarf.
Just inside the door stood Artful
Dick Cronk, a genial smile rejecting
itself in the mirror which confronted
the other. David stared unbelievingly
for a few seconds and then whirled to
face the-but 1t was not an apparition.
The lean, cunning visage of the pick
pocket was illumined by the never to
be forgotten smile of guilelessness that
so ably stood him in hand in moments
of peril. He was attired in one Of Da-
vid's loose dressing gowns. He wore
a pair of comfortable slippers, and he
smoked David's picturesque Algerian
pipe. You might have taken him to be
the owner of the house.
what are you doing In my roomT"
Dick demanded, assuming an air of
severity.
David's establishment gave way to a
hearty laugh. He advanced, with his
hand extended.
"well. you do beat the world" he ex-
c,dimed. I'm the name of heaven,
where did you come from?"
They shook hands. Dicks sprightly
face presented a myriad of joyous
wrinkles,
Where did | come from, kid
should say. Mr.. Jenison? T.
"Call me David" interrupted the
other.
Sure, Come from? Take a seat,
kid. You are my guest for the even
ing. Make yourself at home. I've got
a couple of toddies planted here be-
mind the dresser. You see. | was ex-
pectin' you" He went owe and, reach
ing down behind the bureau. came up
with two toddy glasses in which the
ice clinked cheerily. Il made 'em just
before you came in" he explained.
do you mean to tell me that you
were in this room all the time sat
over there waiting
Dick put his fingers TO his lips. Ssh!
Not so loud. please. I'm not really sup
posed to be here. you know
He was sitting now. with his long
legs crossed. leaning lazily back in the
lounging chair at the end of David's
desk.
i've peer here two days and two
Lights. right here in the house. My
bedchamber is down the hall there,
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