The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1913-02-15

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He caught sight Of his brother stand
ing between two men nea the body Of
Colonel Grand. beside which a coat
less man was kneeling. Another man
was going through the pockets Of the
tall, CLASSY eyed prisoner.
From an inner pocket the searcher
drew forth a revolver. With nervous
fingers he broke the weapon. A cry
fell from his lips.
Here's the gun. One shell empty.
Barrel still hot. You low lived scoun-
drel!"
Dicks eyes never left the bloody
face of the murdered man.
"Is he deadT' he whispered through
his ~bloodless. motionless lips. Just
then he looked up and saw Ernie at the
doorway. bloody faced. cringing, wide
eyed with dread. The policemen were
dangling his Ill favored body almost
clear of the floor.
dead as a door NAIL" said the
kneeling man. Here's his gun with
all the chambers full. He didn't have
a chance to shoot. Say, this Is the
worst thing I've ever heard of. You'll
swing for this. you dogf'
Ernie sent up a shrek. Swing for
it, I didn't do it, You can't prove
anything on me. Can they, Dick?
What are you holding me for? Let
gol I'm an honest, respectable citizen
of New York. I'm
'Call a wagon!'' shouted one of the
officers TO "a newcomer NASTY job
here. We've got the murderer all
right Dick Strengthened up at this.
lie turned to look at the condemning
pistol in the hand of the man who
had taken IL from his pocket. A great
shudder shook his frame.
You got me all right" he said. You
won't believe it, of course, but he
pulled a gun first. / had to shoot.
Get me out of this. IL you don't I'll
kick his face to a jelly. I've always
wanted to-" He glanced at Ernie. a
crooked smile on his lips.
"Well. Ernie, I guess it's going to
come true. l always said 1t would"
Jenison did not seek the warrant for
Grand's arrest. He remained in the
Portman house until the middle of the
afternoon, vastly exercised by the
fainting spell that had come over
Christine.
Downstairs Mary Braddock listened
to David's earnest, eager plea for an
immediate marriage. She had told
him that her husband was to depart
by the midnight train, and that it was
her intention to go with him to the
depot.
Shortly after the noon hour she drove
uptown to the bank. On her return
she informed David that she had drawn
out a sum of money to be delivered to
Braddock before the train pulled out.
Where is he going, Mrs. B~raddockT'
She shook her head. ~ will not tell
you that, David. Only he and l are
to know"
HE goes tonight-positivelyr'
He goes tonight, positively"
rAnd he refuses to see Christiney
He worships her, David. You see.
he is doing 1t for her sake, not for his
own If he were to do things just now
for his own sake be would kill Grand"
He's a good deal Of a man, after
all, Mrs. Braddock."
"a good deal Of a man." she re-
peated.
He wishes Christine to be my wife.
He told you SO, but she won't consent
until you tell her that 1t is all right.
It's silly of her. I'm never going t.
give her up, and she knows IT."
She faced him suddenly. You ask
me why the marriage cannot take
place tomorrow, David. Would you
be just as eager to have it take place
If her father decided to change his
mind and remain here, with all the
consequences such an act might Gre
ate?"
Certainly" he replied promptly.
Would you be willing to stand at
his side. the husband of his daughter,
and say. L am content to be called
your son'-would your
David stared hard at the 1oor for a
moment. II think that is rather an
unfair question, Mrs. Braddock, when
we stop to recall the fact that both
you and Christine have denied him
for years. | will call myself his son
when you call him husband and Chris
tine speaks Of him as father-to the
world. You can hardly expect me to
be proud Of what you are ashamed to
own"
She bowed her head in sudden humil-
ity. Il deserve the rebuke. While IL
is true that WI have denied him, my
dear David, nevertheless we do belong
to him. She is his daughter. That is
what | am trying TO make plain to
you"
IF she chooses to call herself his
daughter | am perfectly content to
call myself his on"
II wanted to hear you say that. Da-
vid. You must take her as Thomas
Braddock's daughter, quite as much
as you do as Albert Portman's grand