The Daily Alaska empire., 1929-08-02

tprODaDlyJ because nave HIS
 signed confession to the killing
 of young Allison, whose untime-
 ly decease was put off on you,
 Dick. The proofs of all this
 have hid in the third volume of
 Montaignes Essays in the li-
 brary at Weare. Use them and
 you will avenge thy forlorn and
 remorseful cousin
 Julian"
 "So there it isl" sighed Sir Rich , ard despondently. And doth ad- vantage my case no whit for though prove the Viscount guilty of the killing of Allison, here is no proof that I did not kill my cousin Julian"
 Then" said the old gypsy, "then must we force proof Why doth a dead man walk?"
 "Ah!" he exclaimed. You :. mean-!"
 , That we must bait a trap, set snare to wiring truth from tongue unwilling. The dead shall not walk in vain-ah, mol We must spread net"
 Truffeni, rising, brought him into a tent set somewhat apart and larger than the others; here she set pens, ink and paper before him
 Now write as I bid ye, and as much like your cousin MT. Julian's hand as maybe" and he wrote this at her dictation:
 Dear Richard:
 You shall find the sealed packet of my secret papers re- lating to Brocklehurst behind the midmost joist in the Moat
 House Gardens.
 JULIAN.
 May, but" said Sir Richard, "ye think this shall draw him?"
 "I'll warrant mel And he shall there find that he doth not expect Aha, that which shall drag open his lips ere he know it and drag thence the truth despite himself ,
 Truffcni held up a finger for silence, and they heard voice afar that chanted snatches of psalms, as they stepped out of the tent. <. For long moment they stood, then the underbrush was burst asunder and a wild figure leapt into the fire e-light-hatless wigless, with out coat or waistcoat.
 Instantly the camp was astir, faces peered, voices whispered, and knives gleamed. Truffeni clapped her hands, spoke three of four words, gestured imperiously and the whispers were hushed, the faces glimmered and vanished Sir Richard, blinking at the aw- full figure beyond the fire, saw a small, haggard face topped by a stubble of white hair, saw arms tossed, one swathed in a bloody clout
 "Vengeance!" cried a shrill voice I"Brethren, 'tis writ inasmuch as ye did it unto one O the least O these but, sirs, he was my father, man guiltless and inno- cent, and they hanged him by per jury Titus Oldcraft took him and swore his life away Jon athan Wild pouched the blood mon- ey. Titus first, and when he lietf dead I'll mark him f the brow like ICain. Vengeance :! Blood!'
 And then Black Nick sprang into the fire-glow to clasp this dis. traught figure in comforting arm
 May, now nay, Rob; easy lad! Comfort ye-there's none bu friends and good pals here"
 But Oldcraft lives :. lives . and killed my father!"
 Soho, Rob, so-ho!' murmuret Nick, batting the others tear-we cheek. Easy. lad! Lord, Mrs. Cam To, mann, poor Rob's been wilC man tonight. and me a-watchin' O 'ee, but no sooner do I close m, peepers than 'ee's up and away Imam. 'Tis beyond me, he is" | Old Truffeni approaching the sicl man, caught his restless hands looking into his eyes.
 "Tis the fever, Nick" said she Bring him hither." Muttering ant weeping, this small grey-haired mal tottered abjectly into the tent.
 Brother" said Wentzelow. lean ing upon his long musket, "tis !; sick man he looks. and 'tis a sicl man e be, and yet I wouldn't b, in Titus Oldcraft's shoes for a for ltun'."
 Sir Richard shivered. and, draw ling stool to the fire. sat down an; ,crouched in the warmth.
 "Ahl" quoth Wentzelow, also ap preaching the genial fire. "Tis tn death hour--I smells the dawn brother, and there be many a on as lays a-dying at this moment" !"