Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1925-11-11

dictment against your father had been
destroyed. He wasn't guilty.
The girl sighed-the quiet, heartfelt
sigh of woman from whose shoulders
had fallen tremendous, CALLING load.
Bart went on.
"Barrows confessed, too, about an
hour ago. There wasn't anything else
for him to do after the district attor-
ney had read him Bulls statement
It's rather mephlsto-like story in
revenge. He was your mothers sutton
Bartholomew"
Yes, Mr.. Jordan"
His apparent friendship had been
a mask. When-when you were born,
he thought that he saw @ chance to
cause trouble and sent that anonymous
letter. He hadn't looked for anything
more than to disrupt the happiness Of
your father and mother. Then, that
afternoon he heard your father was
drinking and that he had bought a re-
volver. Then the whole, grewsome,
horrible scheme came into his head
and 1t worked"
You mean"
"Franniston was q gangster, an ex-
convict whom Bartholomew had been
protecting, He got into communication
with him and bribed him. Then he in
weighed your father to his house-and
the drinks which he gave him, con-
tanned choral. Your father went to
sleep in the house Of Bartholomew, not
to awaken until he found himself In q
half-stupor in his own home, with his
revolver clutched in his hand, one
chamber empty, and your mother still
IL death. Bull Franniston had taken
him there-and Bull Franniston had
fred the shot. Into the sleeping mans
hand he put the revolver and thereby
condemned a man to the belief that he
was a murderer"
1.-THE fiend!"
"No"-Bart shook his head-"he
was only a brute. The fend was the
man who worked on your Iarner ;
fears and your fathers Imagination
until he instilled into his mind the de-
sire to escape. The fiend was the man
who arranged the Jail break, then who
saw that your father was transported
to the place where Bull Franniston
had taken refuge, out here In Wyo-
ming. The fiend was the man who fol-
lowed, who changed his name, who
leered and sneered at a man who was
forced to go through life, believing
himself murderer, unable to reveal
his own identity to his own daughter,
even while he watched that daughter,
mistreated, insulted, beaten by a brute,
knowing that the moment he objected,
the moment he rebelled against the
earthly inferno into which he would be
thrust, not only he would be con-
demned as a wife-slayer, but his daugh-
ter branded as the child of murder
er. And that fiend was Bartholomew,
better known as Attorney Leon Bar
rows!' ~
The small hands Of the girl clenched
She walked silently to the window. AT
| last
poor old jim"
Bart moved closer to her.
swell try TO make it up to him
Anita"
"I-I-hope so, Bart
He touched her arm.
"Old Jim told me something one
night-just before was robbed Of the
power toto try to carry out what he
gave me the hope Of doing. He told
me that he'd-he'd help me. wish
and Bart laughed-"that he'd hurry
back and start helping"
Then it was Anita Morrison smiled,
as she half turned from the window.
do you think you need his help,
| Bart?" she asked
IL" Bart Rogers, suddenly i'm
pulsive, ceased to ask questions. a
moment later a form, unobserved by
the two within, passed the window
turned, paused, and returned, the
elongated, lanky, freckled Bud Tarko,
who stood scratching his head for 8
moment, then leaned suddenly for
ward.
For the love of Mike-break he
ordered. Don't you know them ten
minute kisses is barredY'