Bismarck daily tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1881-1916, 1915-10-21

Vivian Stanley Leaves Her Husband.
advanced money on it, and even if he
hadn't that's my price for keeping my
mouth Shut" he added, "and I'll see
that Blake here says nothing ,%neither.H:
but the diamond has disappeared.
We. don't know where it. ISL said Mrs.
Stanley cokllyy thouglFih her hear she
ragged at the presumption: &NEiH& .
"Itll turn up-them big stones al
ways do It's one Of the finest In the
world, but that's my ptice!!" iretorted
Mi. Abe Bloom. '4'''If'1t ever tut rs, up
you Stanleys can ,repleyin 1t. mo II
can dispute your, title to t There Amt
another n like it in the world. But
when you StanleysG get it it comes to
me! That's understood and agreed, eh,,'
|EBlake?" tgf .a}EagA Jar 81 t39t V -
There was "a strange, imperturbable
CLEAN in the keen eyes Of the detec-
tive, who had m~aintained' his usual
taciturnity during this Strange confer
|.ence, but he nodded his bead and an
swesred quietly, Yes, that's understood
and agreed, ,er!4aa oft msri ,-
Reaching Richmond. It had been no
trouble for Quabba, at his old toccupa-
ationi of organ grinder,"tO find the house
Of Mrs Burton Randolph, owher e he
knew Esther was stopping In Rich
mond. He had Just reached the house
and had just been ordered to move OIL
by a passing policeman when a taxi
cab drove up and Blake and Bloom
alighted and entered the Randolph resi-
dence.
This visitation was such a surprise
to: the policeman that he readily vouch-
ed the information as to who these in
dividuals We're when Quabba inquired.
"Them?" said the policeman. "Them's
two of the wisest guys in Richmond
Tom Blake, who runs the Blake detec-
tive agency, and Abe Bloom, the big
gest gambler in this. burg, Maybe they
are going into society,"" 54- ..-s....
Then, ordering Quabba to move on
again, he moved Oh himself.
Quabba with his monkey and organ
moved on, but only to the side Of the
house.. A detective and a gambling
house keeper? These were strange
visitors indeed, and, suspecting the mo.
tives of Mrs. Stanley's sudden patron
age of Esther as he did, Quabba squat.
ted close by the low window of the
reception room and listened. He over
heard enough to realize that Blair
Stanley's return was being arranged,
and he knew this BODIED no good to his
fair young mistress.
After the detective and gambler had
departed, Quabba sent his ambassador
and collector Of external revenue, Clar-
cnce, the monkey, up the wistaria vines
to the upper chamber, which he sur
missed might be Esther's.
He was right in his surmise. Esther,
who, like Mrs. Randolph. had with
drawn when visitors on private bust
ness had been announced for Mrs.
Stanley, was in her. room. a...
The chattering of the monkey on her
window sill reused Esther from a rev
erie of Arthur, and with a glad cry
she ran to the window and Rugged the
affectionate little beast and waved a
welcome to the smiling Quabba below.
Then Quabba laid his finger to his lips
as a sign of secrecy, yanked the string
to recall his ambassador and departed.
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Beside the track in the glaring Call
fornia desert, Arthur Stanley, or, as
he calls himself, John Powell. lay
stunned after being thrown from the
Overland limited, which he had board
ed from horseback as the train had
painted up the grade in the desert.
He had meant to warn the trainmen
of the robbers lying in wait for them,
but they had imagined him a desper-
ado single handedly attempting a hold
up and had thrown him off.
His horse, as all horses he handled,
loved him. The faithful and affection
ate creature reused him by nosing at
him. Arthur, half stunned, mounted