Little Falls herald. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1889-1950, 1913-08-01
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
The MYSTERY Of the
BUGLE CALLS

1ne roads watched BY his authority a
game warden; and then his men
secured the enclosed territory for
three days. and lay in wait during
the two intervening nights, without
discovering anything significant except
the body of man which had been in
the open for several years at least.
BY the clothing and the trout rod lying
beside the remains. two guides from
Glenwood identified the dead man as
sportsman from Philadelphia who
had mysteriously disappeared some
years before. It was conjectured that
he had fallen dead from natural
causes, and in that lonely region his
corpse had remained unseen by human
eyes. ...-. .& -- a.-s
On the word of various country
worthless, the bugle was heard many
times during the summer, but only two
persons whose word and senses were
dependable declared that the calls had
reoccurred. The matter had been very
nearly forgotten until fortnight be-
fore-one night as Hills, his game
keeper, and two guests who had been
duck shooting at Mt. Bashan pond
were riding home in a carryall and
were within half-mile of home, one
of the guests had called attention to q
light on the mountain.
1t had been small, white flash, and
had instantly vanished. Hills said
come poachers from Greenwood were
up there, doubtless, and the party was
watching the hillside, when once again
the light showed; pure, white, strong
ray, such as no lantern or freight
could throw. It was not large, but
was easily seen in the clear air. It
glowed for only second.
One morning, about a week later,
Senator Hills was sitting on his horse
at the stepping block. when there
came startling crash. A stained
glass window Of the library was shat
tered, and the report OF shot from
up on the mountain came echoing
down through the woods.
A few days later, in the dust of the
road leading into the park district, q
servant found letter which the Sec
rotary had in his pocket. It was writ
ten on cheap ruled foolscap, and was
uninclosed. The writing was in a
perfect copper-plate style: a beauti-
ful old-fashioned script. and the word
ing as as follows:
"Most Dishonorable Sir: Pray &C.
cept the timely warning Of humble
instrument OF heaven who has been
chosen to punish you for your afro
cious crimes against mankind. You
have robbed the poor to enrich your
self. My own flesh and blood you
have ground In the mill and unjustly
appropriated the grist. The sword
hangs over your head unseen. An
unsupported hand will touch the hair"
There was nothing to show that tho
threat was meant for Senator Hills;
but it was not the first he had re-
ceived in his lifetime, and coupled
with the bullet fred into the library
window, it was probable his life was
sought.
Just the afternoon before he had
gone upon the mountainside, against
his wife's wishes, accompanied by
Blyndvelt, the old gamekeeper, and
they had bagged four partridges. Com.
ing home In the dusk, Hills had been
walking in front, and when a half.
mile from the house had addressed
some remark to the man. Receiving
no answer, he turned and found him.
self alone. Shouting out the mans
name repeatedly, there was still no
answer. Then he retraced his steps,
and about three hundred yards back,
hearing groans. had discovered Blynd-
welt in q dying condition at the bottom
Of little ravine. On his head were
two bad wounds. His skull was frac-
tured, and on his face was burn tho
size Of silver dollar, which could in
no way be accounted for.
Looking up tho mountain. Hills saw
the white, mysterious light flash twice
at no great distance above him. BY
blowing his field whistle he called
help from the house. Blyndvelt was
carried home, and now hung between
life and death. Such was the status
Of the case when We were called In.
II one were to take the letter NJ
and rest the left lower point on Hill
lis home. then let the left upper
point rest on the millionaire Moody's
residence a mile due east, the right
lower point would mark the two-room
cabin Of q surly old native named
Coombs. who had three lazy, loutish.
sulky sons. The lower tip of the Y
would locate the, handsome house 4
another millionaire. Gerald Scott, q
hard rival and bitter enemy Of Hills:
while the upper right-hand point Of
the M would fall only q. tride short ot
the beginning Of the park, with ita
many residences.
With . task Of brandy. q pocket iuu