Democratic Sentinel, Volume 14, Number 36, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 October 1890 — BERENICE ST. CYR. [ARTICLE]

BERENICE ST. CYR.

A Story of Love, Intrigue, and Grime.

BY DWIGHT BALDWIN.

CHAPTER VI —Continued. Cole Winters had heard nothing of the tbove conversation, which had been carried on in low tones, but the vacant square in the rough floor was sufficient to apprise him of the diabolical scheme of his heartless enemies. No one spoke, but stepping closer to the lantern, Sears produced a bottle, with the couteuts of which he began saturating a large liandkerehief. “Chloroform!" gasped Cole, as the peculiar odor reached his nostrils. “Yes,” retorted the youthful villain; *it comes high, but I don’t spare expense in making your exit pleasant.” The inhuman wretch laughed, and, advancing, applied the handkerchief to the face of his victim. Cole Winters struggled manfully, but realizing that his efforts at escape were impotent, ceased them and tried to fix his mind upon the awful change which seemed inevitably at hand. He was fast losing consciousness when an nwfal thought set his sluggish brain again into action. When, in accordance with the plans of his murderers, his dead body was discovered, there would be found upon it, not alone the one bond placed in his pocket by Sears, but the fifty-nine others, aggregating in value the enormous sum of §300,000. For these Mr. St. Cyr had been killed, end their presence would establish Cole’s guilt beyond all possible question. Not only was he about to lose his life, but the honorable name bequeathed him by his dead father, was to become a byword of reproach. In pgony he essayed to speak. Tbe gurgling Bound he uttered served only to renew the pressure of the deadly handkerchief. Then men, light, hope of life; thoughts of honor, and, lastly, a vision of fair Berenice St. Cyr, disappeared from his sight and his mind. Five minutes latter the trio of villians entered the deserted den. “I told yor,” whispered Sears as he extinguished the lantern, and made ready to open the street door, “that we were in for a run of good lack. We’ve got a fortune and won’t be as much as suspected!”