Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 13, Number 29, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 13 January 1883 — Page 7

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

Mad Blundon.

Continued from Sixth Page." "And feel like one just now/' she retained, shuddering. "Let such thoughts flee from yon Nell we are safe now, safe from the danger that menaced as an hour ago," and the miner pat the leather valise on the table as he uttered the words. "You have "Shut the mouth of a dangerous enemy forever," returned Brady, grimly, sinking into a chair. "Is there no danger of discovery? Suppose the body is found, might not the night's work be traced to us?'' "No. The body is in the lake. This breeze will carry it far from land before morning, where, if found, nothing can be traced to Duff Brady. I used this," exhibiting a slung-shojfas he spoke. "I thought ic better than a knife less blood, you see." "But there's blood on your shirt front." "Well, that's true I hadn't noticed that. I gave him a thumper, I tell you: but I'll see that this garment is reduced to ashes before we sleep, which will dispose of that danger effectually."

The miner barred the door and closed the shutters. "Now," he said, "we'll proceed to examine this," ana he touched the valise as he spoke.

With his knife Brady cut the valise, and thrust his hand inside.He brought forth a change of linen.

Again he thrust his hand inside and brought out the contents, a hair brush, a small circular mirror, a silk handkerchief, and a few other inexpensive toilet articles.

This emptied the valise. "Sold!" muttered Brady, with an oath. "Where's your riches now?" cried his sister, sneenngly. "I knew you'd let yourself cut for nothing. "You've made a terrible mistake, after all." "Not so. A dangerous enemy is removed. We'll have no trouble now in completing our plans."

Taking tlie various articles from the table, that the valise had once contained, Brady went to the stove, opened the door, and thrust them into the fire.

The valiso was about to follow, when his sister stopped him. "Better make another examination," she said, with sudden forethought. "There may be an inner pocket which you haven't found." "True I hadn't thought of that." .The miner returned to the table, and made another more minute examination. "Nell, you're a jewel!" he suddenly exclaimed, as his knife cut open the lining ou one side of the valise, disclosing some neatly folded papers.

These ho quickly transferred te the table. Brady oxatnined them one by one, a glow of triumph in his ovil eyes as the last one passed under his gaze. "Well?" questioned his sister. "It's as I expected," criod the miner, gleefully. "We are in luck yet, Nell, my girl." •'Arc tho papers of any use?" "Indeed they are," returned Brady. "Ono is a title deed to several valuable city lots in Detroit, Michigan." "What is that to us?" "Much. This property belonged to the wife of Kent Adams, and por lonsequence now that she is dead, will descend to her daughtor, Vivia lone." "Ah!" "Yes so you seo we liavo everything in our own hands, as I expected." "The other papers?" "Ono, the longest, is the last will and testameut of Kent Adams, Esq., in which ho leaves the whole of his vast property, down to the sfriallest item, to his beloved daughter lone, if living if not living, then the whole goes to found an orphau asylum." "It's a wonder his wife did not come in for a share." "Not in the least. He has never forgiven her for desorting him fourteen years ago. Kent Adams was a man of a passionate nature. Ora has had a place in his heart for years. But that matters not. Ora is dead, and so also is hor husband. All I have to do now is to make lone my wife, proceed to Detroit, prove her identity, and have this will admitted to probate and tho thing's accomplished.

Before tho woek is gone we will bid adieu to this region forever." Tho prospect was grand and inspiring to the two schemers.

The road to unlimited wealth was, or at least appeared to be broad and easy to travel now. "Everything will work well," said Nell Brady, "providing lone can be brought to the marrying point. She hates you more than death."

A grim smile played over the sinister faco of Brady. "I will risk but what I can win the girl over," he said. "I havo a plan which I think will work." "What are your plans?" "It matters not, at present." "When will you seo Vivia?" "In the morning, It is late now, and we both need rest. In the morning I will go over to Highrock and settle with the tlrm then I will see the girl and press matters to a focus at once.'

On the following morning Duff Brady repaired to tho mining village to throw up his situation and settle for the past month's work.

At tho spot where he had waylaid Kent Adams, the miner paused and peered over into the water.

There was no sign of the last nights •MMKedv visible. Tho miner stood gazing ^Khyjjlly out upon the heaving *lie great inland sea. "The* no evidence of foul play hero," he muttered. "That work was well done, and I flatter myself 'twas the neatest job I e%*er accomplished. Duff

Brady, the miner boss, will soon be riding In his" carriage, spoken of as Mr. Duff Hani wick, Esq., the wealthy genllem an of ease."

Kull of elstion at the prospect before him, the villainous miner turned and hurried to the village.

Two hours later Duff Brady again entered the cabin under the cliff. "I will see Vivia now." he said to hit sister. Has ahe breakfasted yet?" "Yes, an hour ago." "How was abe feeling?" "In very low spirita." ini •Good," chuckled Brady "that shows that she's growing tired or confinement and ill usage. FlI try a little kindness in the future.". "Vivia sat with ber head bowed on the little stand when Duff Brady entered the underground room. The creaking of the door roused her suddenly.

The sudden appearance or Brady brought no change to the deathly pallor in the fair prisoner'* fece.

She had been so .^ng under sttrveil-

as to lose all interest in every-

ow are you feeling this morning, Vivia?" "Is it morning, then?" JL I "Yes, past nine." "How glad I am tp know that the light of day is shed abroad upon the earth," she said, bitterly. "The Sunlight is so refreshing after the dark hours of night."

He noticed the sarcasm in her voice, but did not heed it. The room was rather poorly lighted from the flame of the small candle near at hand. "Vivia, I'm sorry for you," said the villain, slowly. "You raid, just now, that you felt Better. If that ia true, how comes it that you have not tasted this?" pointing, a? he spoke, te the tray with the food untastea.

A sickly smile spread over her wan face. "The nearer to release from here, from your persecutions, the better I feel, Duff Brady." "Release?"

Yes. In a few days I will be beyond your reach. I have a friend to save me." "A friend?" "Yes." "Where?" "In this room."

He started, and gazed about him sharply. "I see no one but you, Vivia." "No, but I do," she returned, grimly. "My friend is a grim monster to ordinary mortals to me one whom I joyously embrace. The friend I speak of is Death "And you feel so bad as that, Vivia?" "Not bad, but—" "Vivia," he said, interrupting he? quickly, "let us not talk of such things. You have a bright and happy future in store for you. I am here now to point the way." "You are generous." "Not generous, but just." "Indeed!"

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"You are sarcasticad this morning, my girl but it matters not—I will not resent it." "That is kind of you." "Vivia, what would you not do to look upon the face of your mother?" "My mother," reverently "anything, everything. But that cannot be, until my friend takes me to her bosom. My mother is with the angels." "Not so. Your mother is alive and veil." "Duff Brady, what are you saying!" cried the girl, evincing feeling and interest for the first time. "You told me tiat my mother was dead—that she died ia a "I was mistaken," he cried, quickly. "I have since learned that she is alive. Nore than that, she is not far away. I eould take you to her within aa hour."

Vivia was on her feet, the old pleading look in her soft, brown eyes. "Oh, Duff. Duff Brady, is this true? Cm you, will you take me to my mothel? Yon tore me from her arms once will you restore me to them again? Do sc, and t3od will forever bless you, and 1 will love you for it!" cried Vivia, glewin and trembling under the excitemeut aid hope his words called up. 'On oue condition, my girl, you shall se? your mother." questioning look flooded her face. 'Promise to be my wife, and le stopped abruptly, before he had fiiished. 'he old hopeless, despairing look flowed to the poor girl's eyes. She reeled baik and fell lieavily to the floor.

Ie was answered. le gnz^d on the stricken form for a mimte, then with a muttered oath, tuned on his heel and walked from the rocn. %Q UK CONTINUED NEXT WEEK.]

[The Novelist.]

4 &EFRESHINQ ROMANCE.

A MICHIGAN MYSTERY.

BY MORRIS REDWING.

if CHAPTER XIV. THE OUTLAW'S VICTORY. Brut Saflford stirred uneasily in his sleep his slumber was far from restful, hauped as were his thoughts by the unjust ourse he had pnrsued toward his daug.ter Annella in tae long ago.

He bought he was about to die, and all tb evilthat he had ever committed passe in review before him.

He tarted up suddenly with the name of Amelia on his lips. Colt sweat stood out upon the old ma n't face. "Ufi! what a terrible dieam I have had."

Thet he called Nioma, but there came no anwer. "Nlma," he repeated, in a louder tone.

Stilltio answer.

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"Blesme, how the girl sleeps Just ben a faint scream was borna to his ear from without. "God Heaven! that was Nloma's voice!'exclaimed the old man, rousing np wit! an effort. "Something terrible has hapened

AnOfcer scream, still fainter, came borne the midnight air. BrenSaflbrd was on his feet now, •very knb trembling with alarm. His limbs vire weak from his recent illness, yet he *is able to totter to the outer aoor. "his he found slightly ajar.

Openig the door wide, the old man peered tit into the night. Not a ingle star was visible. It was dark as Erebus.

Afte? axing a few seconds, Brent Safford tured back into the room. This examined closely.

The OQch by the door had evidently been occpied but a short time before, as it was stl warm.

Seixituthe lamp, the old man rushed outside tshing its light far down toward theake.

Nothiit met his gaze,but the faint dip of oars ttight his ear. Back fcthe house he went, and sank in a weal trembling state on the floor.

The oitcment had kept him up till now, but his physical weakness overcame his ower of will, and he was suddenly pre* rated.

Nioma iad been abducted—stolen from her tome at the dead hour of night.

This w* the thought that possessed the old «uler, ana with it came the thought OPratt Haywood.

Alas! did I trust that man after the evil hetid me in the long ago groaned t£ old man in bitter agony. "Niomahf gone now—gone from me forever, alt I shall die her* alone. Bat her fate 'ill be worse than mine. Curse* on^u, Pratt Haywood I was a fool to trtii y«u, knowing, as I did, the deep villahtrof your black heart!"

The poor Id man lay groveling on the floor, unatfc to rise. A sense of terrible faiatn* seised him.

The voice grew less distinct, and anally died out in a fluttering groan. Brent Safford lay a silent heap Xu the floor.

He bad fainted dead away. Down to the water's edge the ab-1 u:tor hastened.

Here he found a man awaiting hia eoming, in Walraven's skiff. "You have the gal, Jowl?" t, "Safe's a mackerel, Ham."

In changing his burden from hi** arms to the skiff, the covering ?lippel rom her mouth, and the maiden uttered a terrified scream, at the same time rug-

ush, you jade!" hissed the C*t. "or I'll cut your squawking tongue -.ut by the roots!"

Nioma was weak and frightened She lay quite still after this terrible u.idat, for* time.

Half way across the lake, she used np saddenly and screamed again. A heavy band grasped her thron1. "Make another noise like that," hissed Jowl, "and I'll shut off your wind forever Remember, and beware!"

Nioma gasped for breath. She realized the truth, and did not doubt that the man would be as good as his word therefore she sat tremoling and silent, while her captors bo her further and further from home and friends.

The night was black as ink, and the abductors found consi jerable difticulty in threading the forest path.

In good time, however, the late moon, now on the wane, peered above the horizon, partially lighting the forest glades.

Four miles from Crystal Lakf, the two men came to Budd's creek, whore a road erosiedeast and west.

A black horse was pawing the ground under a tree near the roadside. "Hello! the boss is here, an' waitin'," grunted Ham Leeks. "Remain with the girl, Ham I wish to speak to the captain a moment."

Hatn Leeks laid a heavy hand on the maiden's shoulder, while Jowl, tb« Cat, walked over where the horse was pawing the earth.

Brule Walraven was standing behind the tree. "You've kept me waiting some time, Jowl." "You told me to take my time, bos "To be sura! But where is the gi .. If you have failed me—" "Don't go off the handle too sudden, Brule," said the Cat, with a low gru.!r. "I tell you the Cat never makes a niumove." "You have the girl?" "Of course she's with Ham out yonder. The money, Brule."

The outlaw eaptain pressed another roll of notes into the hand of the Cat. "There's the remaining five hundred,' said Walraven "now bring the maiden here. I must bo off at once."

Jowl gave a low whistl*. Ham advanced with bis captive. The faint light revealed the pale face •f Nioma. "Good evening, Miss Safford," said Walraven, raising his hat with a courtly bow. "I regret that your obstinacy has compelled me to use what you may deem harsh measures to secure my bride, but you remember that necessity knows no law, my dear. I could not conquer mv love for you. I have therefore ta&en the only means open for xne to secure the woman I have sworn to make my wife. You will oblige me by making the best, of the inevitable, Nioina. Shall I assist yoa to mount?"

Light dawned upon the clouded brain, of tlie captive. "To you I owe this indignity, Brule Walraven!''she cried, suddenly. "What do von propose to do?" "To take you with me to Canada." "To Canada?" "Ay, to Canada. We can find a home there, safe from the beaks of the law. When you will return willingly, without giving me any trouble, then I shall come bacs once more to Michigan. Do you understand the situation, Nioma?" "I understand the villainly you would perpetrate," she said, huskily "but, if you have any manly feeling left, you will allow me to return to my father, who is even now lving at the point of death. This last shock will kill him outright, I fear." "Your father is ill that is bad but I cannot forego my claims upon you," he returned, bluntly. "You must go with me."

Love for her father was uppermost in the maiden's mind now. She saw him alone, dying, with no friendly hand to administer even a cup of cold water to his parched, feverish lips. "Mr. Walraven, have mercy!" she moaned.

He laughed. "You have had no mercy on me, Nioma." "Allow me to return to my dying father, and I will promise you anything. I will even agree to be your wife," she said, in a husky, tremulous whisper. "It's too late, now," he returned "the die is cast. You must go forward. I cannot take a backward step. Once I would have granted such a favor, but that day is past!"

With these words he passed an arm about her waist, and raised her to the saddle, then vaulted up behind.

Without deigning to notiee the two men, who stood near by, he spoke to his horse, and was soon galloping rapidly through the forest to the eastward.

CHAPTER XV.

final work of the silvbr dagger. Before the sound of his horse's hoofs had died away, three horsemen dashed up to the cross road from the direction ofPineville.

Drawing rein, tbey paused to listen. A faint echo came np from the east. "We're close on his heels, boys," said the man in green. "We will overhaul him before he can go far." "I sincerely hope so," returned John Wiutrel1 "but he rides the fleetest horse in the county. He will give us along chase."

Without more words, the three men spurred their horses down the cross-road not half a mile behind the outlaw and his fair captive.

Walraven rode fast, as he wished to put as many miles as possible between himself and'Nioma'a friends by daylight. Before three miles were passed be came into a more open country.

Clearings dotted the forest at frequent intervals, and the moon fnrnished sufficient light to render the road quite distinct.

Weak and faint, Nioma reclined in the saddle, unable to resist, unable to stay the ontlaw in his mad fight.

She felt that there was little hope of a rescue. Stolen at midnight from her home, it might te days before her absence was discovered.

When the first bright flesh of morning dawned in the—tt. Walraven drew rein at the gate in front of a rather pretentious dwelling, standing on the edge of the wood the through which the outlaw had just passed.

Quite an extensive field lay to the eastward of the house.

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TERRE fflUTE SATURDAY EVENING MATT,

"The Angel of Death bath come," he murmured. "Farewell, Nioma, farewell, fare

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"This is the home of Squire Brooks," said Walraven. "We will stop here for an hour and take some refreshments. When we go on, you will be Mrs. Walraven, and I shall then have a lawful 'right to protect you."

Leaving his horse at the gate, Walraven led the half-fainting maiden to the house.

Squire Brooks was up, and admitted his visitors with a smile of welcome on a rather pleasant-looking face.

We wish breakfast, Mr. Brooks, after which I desire a little ceremony performed," ssid Walraven, upon entering the house. "Certainly, certainly, Mr. Walraven. Anything to oblige," returnedthe Squire. "The young lady looks pale and tired.

Yop. We've ridden since midnight," returned Walraven. "I am anxious to reach Canada as seon as possible. Perhaps it would be best to tie the knot before breakfast, as I see that your wife has not yet commenced preparations for the morning meal." "You will suit yourself, of course, my friend."

Nioma struggled to her feet, weak and dizzy, yet with the determination to make one more effort to frustrate the villainy of Brule Walraven. "Mr. Brooks, a marriage would be a mockery. I utterly refuse to marry this man he •.The outlaw stopped further speech on her part with an impatient gesture. "No nonsense, Nioma!" he thundered. "I tell you I will not be balked in my desires!

The maiden sank back exhausted. Fate was against her. She caught no look of sympathy from the face of the backwoods Justice.

Just then Brooks, who had stepped to the window, uttered an exclamation, which attracted the attention of Walraven. "What is it, Brooks "More visitors."

Walraven gazed from the window. He started back with an oath, his face paling perceptibly.

Three men had dismounted at the

fate,

and were hurrying up the path, eaded by the man in green. "Death and perdition cried Walraven, drawing his revolver and springing to the door.

He was too late, however. The three men pushed open the door and entered the room.

Nioma uttered a glad cry as she recognized her old friend, Tempest. "At last we meet again, brutal outlaw 1" exclaimed Tempest, sternly.

The men confronted each other with drawn revolvers. The others stood silent, spell-bound, awaiting the opening of the conflict which was to come.

Quick as a flash, Tempest struck the outlaw's weapon with hia hand, thus disarming him. "Defeated!" growled Walraven "but I'll have my revenge," and ere those

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jresent understood his meaning, he had to the side of Nioma and stood witn one hand grasping her dark hair, while in the other was poised the Silver Dagger, of which he had disarmed Nioma when first she came into his hands. "One move, you villains, and this dagger finds ner heart!" exclaimed the outlaw, mad with desperation.

For an instant the desperate man was master of the situation. Tempest had his revolver on a line with the villain's form, however, and he pulled the trigger.

A sharp cry of pain followed, and the Silver Dagger fell to the floor, the hand that clutched it hanging useless at his side.

Mark Hunter bounded forward, to find himself seized by Walraven*: A desperate struggle ensued.

The two men went down and rolled over and over on the floor. With one arm disabled, the outlaw labored at a disadvantage.

Young Hunter found that the villain was still dangerous in his desperation. Suddenly the outlaw's hand came in contact with the dagger on the flbor. A gleam of triumph suot from his eyes as lie essayed to plunge the weapon into the side of his antagonist. Hunter was equal to the emergency. He clutched the outlaw's wrist, and then began a dreadful struggle for the mastery.

The sweat stood out in great drops on both faces. An awful quiet reigned throughout the room. "Ha! My God, I'm done for!"

The words, a wall of despair, oozed from Walraven's lips. Hunter had wronched the weapon from his grasp and plunged it into the side of his enemy.

All was commotion for a time in the house of Squire Brooks. Nioma had fainted, and Brule Walraven lay on a couch of blankets, dying. "The game is up," he moaned "the Silver Dagger has found my life at last— the very weapon with which I murdered my poor wife, Annella!"

The man in green stood by the couch. He bent down suddenly and whispered in the outlaw's ear: "Is Is possible that you are Pratt Haywood?" "Yes I am your wronged cousm," and Tempest suddenly doffed his cap, green patch and mop of red hair. "Elmer Ronald!" exclaimed the outlaw, staring wildly into the facs of the man above him. "Yes, Elmer Ronald, Pratt Haywood, Sam Tempest," returned the young man. "I nave trailed you to ths end. My disguise has been complete, Mr. WW raven." "Indeed it has. How, in the name of Heaven, did you escape, after I shot you through the head at the swamp house?"

Thi young man explained in a few words. "And so you lived to haunt me," groaned Walraven. "But bow about that 8ilver Dagger? I am sure I destroyed it once, effectually yet it always turned up again." "Duplicates." "Ah! I understand." "Yes this dagger that you took from Nioma is the original. The one you took from ycnar steed's neck and the windowsill on the island were imitations."

A cloud swept the pale face of the dying outlaw. "Pratt,"he said/huskily," tell your friends to stand around me. I wish to make a confession. I am dying, and can not go without revealing the truth. Where is Nioma

The maiden had recovered from ber swoon, and the surprise at finding Elmer Ronald present helped to give her new strength. "Come hither, Nioma," said young Haywood.

Tlie maiden advanced timidly, a shudder convulsing ber frame as she noted the pool of blood on the floor, and the ghostly face of her old enemy on the blankets.

Hunter and Wintrell stood near. "Brandy," gasped Walraven. Brooks aoon produced a bottle of the desired article. A swallow of this seemed to revive the dying outlaw. A new glow appeared in his eyes. "I have a few brief words to say in explanation of *be past," said Walraven, faintly. "If my story is disconnected, my cousin Pratt can explain afterward. Sixteen years ago I fell madly in lore

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with Annella^Safford, a girl of sixteen. She hated and despised me, but loved my cousin truly, who was a boy of eighteen, without money. "I was rich, five years older than my cousin. Mr. Safford bowed in homage to my wealth, since he was poor but very proud. I sued for the hand of Annella, who was but a child then. "With many tears and protestations she at last cousented to be my wife- to gratify her father. "On the eve of the wedding my cousin came to see my wife. The meeting was a bitter one," in which Pratt Haywood upbraided Annella for proving false to him. "Poor Annella she cried as a little child might under a parent's chiding. But she treated all of his advances with scorn and contempt. All this I know, for I overheard the whol« interview. "I rushed upon the scene, and with

gry imprecations accused my young fe of infidelity. My cousin fled before my wrath, and my base accusation iUW UIJ VT1MUI) M1U UiJ OV\WW»lllUUi base since I knew how true Annella had proven, cut my gentle wife's heart to the quick. "After that came the honeymoon, a mere mockery it was, and after two weeks absence we returned to the Oaks, and settled down to quiet for a time. "In an evil hour Pratt Haywood visited my house again. It was a stormy meeting. Once more I caught thorn together. This time my passionate nature was wrought up to fiendish fever heat.

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I struck Haywood, and he fled. Turning upon my wife, I opened a torrent of invectives upon her poor defenseless head. Suddenly something caught my eye, lying revealed in the lamp-light. It was a silver dagger, owned by my scapegrace cousin. He had evidentlv lost it. Snatching this up, wild with jealousy, I plunged it into Annella's pure bosom "Great Heaven, may I never feel again as 1 did when I found what I had done and saw my wife lying dead at my feet. "Leaving the dagger in her heart, I turned to flee. Just then Pratt Haywood returned in search of his lost weapon. "He saw Annella lying dead. With a reat cry he sprang forward and drew orth the Silver Dagger. "It was then I confronted him, catching at this chance to save myself from the consequence of this awful crime I had committed. I accused him of murdering my wife. "He saw how strong the evidence was against him. With a cry he fled from the spot, and I never looked upon his face again, to know him, until to-night. The story of the murder went out, and the absence of all. All search, however, proved unavailing, the young innocent man had escaped beyond reach of the law. "Annella's death soon crushed her poor mother, and she too died shortly after her daughter's funeral. "I am guilty of the murder for whieh Pratt Haywood has long been accused. This is my dying confession, and will be received as evidence."

The story was told in low, painful accents, and with many interruptions. At its conclusion the outlaw chief lay back with a gasp.

Another drink revived him. "I am the last of my race," he finally said. "I have been a member of the horse-thief league for years. Let my roperty go to remunerate men who ave suffered from Its depredations, and to my cousin, Pratt Haywood, who has been so cruelly wronged by me."

Brule Walraven strange confession

died soon after his

Our friends left the farm house early, and reached Crystal Lake near the middle of the afternoon.

They found Brent Safford still alive, though very weak and ill. That night the party remained at Safford's.

Wintrell and Mark Hunter returned to. Pineville on the following morning, promising to send a physician to Pebble Glade.

Haywood remained to assist Nioma in caring for the old man, who, when the truth was told to him about the death of Annella, seemed to revive wonderfully.

Nioma was glad In the depths of her sore heart to know that the memory of her sister had been righted at last, and she loved Haywood none the less for his early devotion to Annella, and when her father regained health and strength once more, he gladly gave his consent for his child to marry the man of her choice.

The officers, under Seaforth's dires tions, had done their duty well, and the leaders of the horse-thief league were safely lodged in prison, from whence they issued for trial and conviction, and received sentence of a term of years in the State prison at Jackson.

This haa the effect to dishearten the league, and no more depredations occurred in years.

A double wedding graced the parlor of the Seaforth mansion on Christmas Bve. •Anna and Nioma took on the bonds of wedded life gracefully, and I .hardly think that either has repented the step thus token.

Reader, my story is told. The Silver Dagger has performed its mission. It was the avenger of blood, to finally crush the daring villain who bad ones mads use of it to poiAon the minds of the public against the good name of an innoeent man. [THE END.]

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For the Preventatlon and Treatment of Diptheria, Scarlet Fever, Small Fox, Yellow Fever, Malaria. Ac

The free use of the Fluid will do more to arrest and cure these diseases than any known preparation.

D&rbys Prophylactic Fluid,

A safeguard against all pestilence, Infection Contagious and Epidemics,

Also as a gargle for the throat1! as a wash fer the perasn nnd aa a disinfectant for the houae.

A certain rtmcay again! all coii(agloiM diseases.

It neutralizes at once all noxious odors and and gases. Destroys the germs of diseases and septic (putrescent) floating imprcceptible in tne air or such as have effected a lodgment in the throat or on tlie person.

Perfectly harmless, used internally and externally.

J. H. ZEILIN & CO,

Proprietors, Manufacturing Chemists, Pliil Price 50 eta. per bottle. Pint bottle, #1.00.

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