Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 13, Number 30, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 20 January 1883 — Page 6
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Mad Blundon
THE NIGHT OF YEARS.
BY DAYTON MPLGBOVm
CHAPTER V. THE GOLD IKJCKET.
Had Kent Adams perished that still May night, when he sank under the dastard blow inflicted by the villainous miner, this story would have remained unwritten.
But the hand of Providence had willed thac the speculator should not die in this -cruel manner.
Robert Rader, shortly after leaving the miner's cabin, parted with his companion, and turned his steps toward the lake shore.
Not many rods below the cabin the joting man had left his boat moored in little alcove.
A narrow path wound its way around the base of the cliff to the shore. A small strip of land extended along under the high wall above the lake, whereon a small boat-house had been built by Duff Brady, in which he kept two boats, a large sail-boat, and another of smaller size containing a pair of oars.
Beyond the boat-house a few rods, in a narrow alcove, lay the row-boat, in which Rader had come to the miner'" -cabin.
Near the boat-house the youth sat down and gazed over the surface of the vast inland sea.
The air was filled with falling snow ikes, but the high bank protected this spot from the chill breeze.
Rader was puzzled and deeply interest ed. Tho sudden appearance of a young and •beautiful girl in the front room of Brady's cabin was something surprising since none in that region knew of the existence of a crazy girl under the miner's roof.
Was the girl crazy? That she was held a close prisoner was evident.
Why was she thus confined? Was she Dufl Brady's sister These and other questions were form ulated for the young man's decision.
If she was not Duff Brady's sister who -was she? Robert Rader wtw puzzled.
Robert Rader was intensely interested. There was a mystery connected with the young girl held under such strict serveillance, so cruelly treated by the miner, a mystery that Robert Rader was resolved to solve at the risk of gaining the enmity of Duff Brady, which was no trifling affair, since the miner was known to bo a most dangerous enemy.
For along time the young man meditated upon what plan to pursue. He grew chilly at last, and rising to his feet began slowly pacing up and down upon the sand.
Minutes moved into hours, ere young Rader uru/ioored his boat and shovea from the shore.
A few minutes only had passed, when one of the paddle-blades touched an object lying on the shingle, but partially covered with water.
Rader drew in the oar and crowded his boat toward the land. Just ttien he extended his hand to touch the object in the water.
A sudden, startled cry broke from his lips. His hand bad touched an upturned buman face.
The contact sent a thrill of horror through his irame. "Some person has fallen from the cliff and drowned," he muttered.
With little effort he drew the body of a xnan over the side of the boat. What move ought he to make next? "The poor fellow Is dead, of course," mused Robert. "I will row up to the village landing with the body, and report my discovery to an officer."
With this thought the young man grasped the oars and began rowing with long, heavy strokes.
Presently a now thought entered his brain. Was the man dead
He dropped the oars with a start. Quickly opening the vest of the aparently dead man, Rader placed his and over tho region of the heart.
A slight warmth was perceptible. "There may be life in this man yet," cried the youth, proceeding to rub the amis ami limbs of the dripping form vigorously.
It was too dark to see the effect, but a noticeable warmth was perceptible to the touch.
All his offorts to resusltate the man were unavailing, however. Radar resumed his oars once more.
Anew thought entered his brain. "I will proceed directly home,'" he aaid, "and If there's any chance for saying this poor fellow lie shall have the benefit of It.*'
Never had the youth exerted bis muscle to such good purpose.. His light skiff seemed to fly over the crater.
Mill" after mile was traversed, until the glimmer of the light gladdened his eyes. "Most home," ejaculated the young oarsman.
Ten minutes later and Robert Rader was toiling upa rathrr steep ascent, with a dripping form from his arms.
His loud summons brought a woman to the door of the neat white cottage that stood Rot far from the lake shore, embowered in vines and shrubbery, which only the patience and perseverance of a truejpver of nature could have brought loiuch perfection in this rugged soil.
Awhile face peered out into the darkness. f* "That you, Robert said a soft, winsome voice. "Why are you so late? I've grown tired waiting for you, and do believe I dropped asleep in my chair."
Then came a sudden feminine scream as Robert crossed the threshold with his dripping burden. "Donx be frightened, mother," said Robert. "Open the bed-room door qulcklv.
The woman obeyed mechonleally. Entering the little room opening from the back of the neatly carpeted sittingroom, Rader laid his burden on the bed.
Mrs, Rader stood white and trembling in the center ot the room when her son returned. "Who is it, Robert? Is he dead? Where "Can't answer any of your questions now. mother," said the youth. "Bring me the bottle of brandy, please, and a dry coarse towel."
The articles were found and placed in Robert's band. Lighting a small lamp that stood on the mantle behind the stove. Robert Rader returned to the bed-room and to his self-appointed task.
After the door closed on the form of
her son, Mrs. Rader drew a chair to the stove and sat down with a shudder. She understood how useless it would be to question Robert further, or to in terfere with his operations just then.
Mrs. Rader was a remarkable beauti ful woman. ,, She did not look to be past the bloom of womanhood, yet she was past two and
°Her abundant waves of hair were of rich midnight blackness, gathered high at the back of a* regal head, a single gleaming star holding the tresses
Her complexion was creamy white the faintest tinge of the rose in either cheek Her form was well rounded, al most faultless in contous, while th small, slippered feet, peeping from under the ample folds of her dress completed most bewitching picture.
Paula Winsted had been a belle in her younger days, and more than one heart had bowed at her shrine when she queenedit over society as the charming widow of Justin Rader.
With her small plump hands clasped before her, her great luminous black eyes bent dreamily upon the bright red coals on the hearth, Mrs. lUder sat for along hour with scarcely a sign of life.
The bed-room door opened and closed She heard it not. A brown, manly hand touched the widow's shoulder.
She started then with a little cry. "Mother." "Well, Robert." "The man lives." "You have saved him." "I suppose so." "Mrs. Rader looked up into her son face and caught the grave, troubled look that rested there. "What is it, Robert? Do you know the man "No." "Has he spoken Can he give an account of himself?"
The youth drew a chair beside his mother and sat down. "Mother, when people are resuscitated alter almost drowning, they usually recover their senses do they no^ said the man slowly.. "Usually." "But not always "I cannot say, since I have had no ex perience in such things," returned the widow, wondering at her son's close questioning. "I am sure they do," said Robert after a pause. "I found this poor fellow in the lake near Brady's landing. My first thought was that he had fallen Into the lake and drowned. Finding there was warmth about the region of the heart I hastened home. The poor fellow is in bed now. His heart beats faintly, but he was still insensible. There's an abrasion on the front part of the head where a blow must have fallen. I fear there's been foul play, mother."
The widows eyes opened wide, an expression of alarm in their depths. "You suspect "An attempt at murder!" "Horrible!" with a convulsive shudder. ''Yes, it's terrible, mother. If the man recovers we may discover who has been guilty of this base attempt upon a hu man life." "You do not recognize the man, you say?" "I did not, but I found that on his per son which may lead to his identity in case he (does not recover," said the youth quickly. "What did you find?" "A small, neatly-carved locket, with the initals K. A. carved on the outer surface."
As the youth spoke he produced the loeket and laid it in his mother's hand. She examined the outside with a curious eye, the faintest tinge of red coming to her cheek. _n pressing the spring the locket opened, revealing the face of a young and beautiful woman. On the opposite side a Bweet child's face looked forth, the resemblance between the two proclaiming them mother and daughter.
The sight of the two pictured faces Bent the color from the face of the widow.
She trembled like an aspen, the locket falling from her shaking hand to the floor.
Robert Rader sprang to his feet in alarm.
CHAPTER VI.
THE PEDDLER'S WARNING.
"Mother, mother,what is the matter?" oried Robert, looking down anxiously into the pale, livid face of the woman before him.
Mrs. Rader was completely overcome for the moment, but as the startled tones of tffer son's voice rang in her ear, she recovered herself with a mighty effort. "That face!" groaned Mrs. Rader.
Robert stooped and gathered the open ocket in his hand. "A beautiful woman and child." he said, gently. "You knew the originals, mother "Intimately." "Where and when
The widow moved her hand slowly across her brow as if to brush aside unpleasant memories.
She had recovered her wonted calmness now, but her face was still unusually pale. "Long years ago, Robert," she said in answer to her son's question. "What Is there in the sight of these faces to give you such distress, mother?"
Again Mrs'. Rader passed her band over her face. "The story is a sad one," said the widow with a sigh. "The sight of poor Ora's lace recalled uhpleasant memories of the past. When these pictures were taken, Ora and her daughter were happy in the love of a strong, manly heart. But I cannot tell all the sad story of broken lives and ruined hopes. It would not interest you, Robert." "Indeed it would," returned the youth quicklv. "I remember now of hearing you speak of Ora Adams, the young and beautiful wife of a rich Detroit merchant. This theu is her likeness "Yes." "And he pointing to the little bedroom, but Mrs. Rader shook her head. "I dare not think of him." "Doyou know how this man came inpossession of this locket." "No how should I
to
A silence fell between them for a time. The wind rattled the shutters, roaring with a dismal growl across the barren waste without.
Robert sat pondering upon the strange events of the night, while hi* mother sat with clasped hands gazing thoughtfully into the fire.
She roused up suddenly. "Robert, I must see this man.' "That was what I was about to suggest,'' said the widow's son.
Taking the lamp in hand Mrs. Rader entered the next room and closed the dGor softly behind her.
Robert sat motionless bv the fire. An hour passed, and then the bedroom door opened softly, and the pal© faoe of Mrs. Rader looked out. "Well questioned Robert.
The woman crossed the carpet and stood looking down into the face of her son, a moist light in the lustrous black eyes.
I "It is Kent Adams," she whispered huskily. "Ora's husband "Yes." "Has* he recovered his senses?" "YeS." '•You have talked with him." "A little." hft" "What does he say?" "Nothing of the past at present," she returned. ''He is too weak to talk much.
To-morrow, perhaps, we shall learn all. It's a stranjre story I imagine, since I supposed Kent Adams long ago numbered with the dead."
Another silence fell between them. "You will watch with him till morning, Robert?" "Certainly. And you "Shall remain in this room the remainder of the night." "You qught to retire to rest, mother.' "What use I could not sleep. No will remain here till morning."
Robert did not remonstrate with his mother. Her will was law in their cottage home, and Robert returned to his station beside the couch of the man he had rescu« from a watery grave.
When morning dawned the man whom the widow's son had rescued from the lake was again unconscious of all around.
A burning fever had set in, and he tossed about in delirium. Beside his couch, throughout the day, Paula Rader sat, attentive to every want of the suffering man.
That day passed, and another night settled over the earth. Kent Adams was no better.
Robert spoke to his mother about calling the village doctor. "Not yet," she spoke quickly. "I think that I can bring him out of this fever safely." "But we ought to run no risks." "If he is no better to-morrow you may call the doctor, Robert."
On the morrow, however, Adams was much improved. The fever had left him, and he was rational once moi e.
There was a look of deep perplexity his face as his gaze met the form of the woman bending over his couch.
The soft touch of her fingers, smooth ing his hair from his Drew, sent strange exquisite thrill through his frame.
He closed his eyes, wonderfn if he was dead and in the spirit lan with an angel hovering over him.
A soft, delicate perfume pervaded the room. "Kent."
Ae opened his eyes as his nams was pronounced in a sweet melodious voice Their eyes met.
He seemed struggling with a half-for-gotten memory. "Kent, don't you remember me? Don't you remember Paula Rader "Ah, yes," his face brightening as he spoke. "I remember now of awakin~ from a horrid sleep, almost the sleep death, to find you with me. Have been ill very long "Not long. Robert found you in the lake. Don't you remember
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He felt thankful for her kindness,and middle-aged man though he was,thrilled by her wonderful beauty.
He said nothing of his visit to Duff Hardwick, of his narrow escape from death at that villain's hands.
He had an object in view, and did not care to place the villainous miner on bis guard.
Out on the rugged shore of the lake, Paula Rader and Kent Adams walked one afternoon, ten days after bis coming to the Rader cottage.
Adams was quite himself again, though there was an occasional twinge of pain in his head, a reminder of the blow he had received on that chill, windy night of the teeth of May.
On a low, flat rock the two found a
Kent Adams had almost forgotten the mission that brought him to the mining region, so deeply was he intrested in the charming Mrs. Rader. "You are quite strong again, Mr. Adams said the widow with a sigh. "Quite myself again,"said he, "thanks to your kind ministrations, Paula." "Don't mention them, I beg of you." "You are abetter woman than I ever upposed, Paula." "You flatter me," she said quickly,
We are none of us perfect." As she spoke she drew something from the folds of her dress and placed it in his hand.
It was the little gold locket. He started suddenly, his cheek grow-
troubled look entered his eyes. "Where did you find this, Mrs. Rader?" "Robert found it on your pemm that awful night, ten days ago."
He pressed the spnng and gazed mournfully at the two faces revealed. "My poor lone," he mused. "Do you know, Mrs, Rader, my mission here is search of my lost child?"
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A sudden sadness entered the widow's face. •You thought to find her in this wild region?" "I hoped so. I learned that Duff Hardwick was in the mining region, and hither I turned my steps. I little expected to find you here also. Perhaps you may know something of my lost treasure?"
A strange moisture filled the widow's beautiful eyes. "I know more than I wish I did," she s&ici sstdlv* "I understand my poor lone is dead." "Yes." "When did she die?" "Years ago." "Were you with her, then? Did you "No," said Mrs. Rader. "I would gladlv have been with lone during her bust illness, but you know that Mrs. Adams would have turned me from the door. Your wife was always my enemy, though why I could never imagine.'"
A heavy hand fell on the speaker's arm. "What do you kow of Ora, of the
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He passed his hand over his face. "Yes, I remember now that you told me about it once." "You have not explained how you came to be in the water. Did you fall from the cliff, or "I fell from the cliff," he said abrupt ly. "It was an accident then p."% "Perhaps. Robertis your son "Yes." "A man now. How time flies. It seems but yesterday since he was but a little child. And you, Paula "Am an old woman, of forty now," with a low laugh. "Old. You look young. You are more beautiful than ever, You are a widow stUl
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"Yes. I have never met the wan, since 1 was widowed, who could fill Justin Rader,8 place in my affections. But
must say no more now. I am your Joctor as well as nurse. At another time we will talk over the past."
Nearly a week passed ere Kent Adams was on his feet once more. During the time the handsome widow had been unremitting in her attentions to his woltorQf
treacherous "Hush. Kent. You must not speak so horribly of your poor wife," said the widow, quickly. "She was more sinned against than sinning. She never loved you, certainly, and she did love Puff Hardwick. Her fate was a sad one." "Whatever it was it was merited." "Perhaps. However, I always pitied her. Hardwick proved to be abase villain. He deserted her in less than a year, and left her to die of a broken heart."
Mr. Adams rose to his feet, his face pale and stern. "Paula, let the same of that treacherous woman remain unspoken hereafter. She deserved her fate. But my poor lone. My years of search have been in vain. -My mission is ended. I wish you and your son had left me to my fate. I have nothing to live for now." "Nothing?" -r "Nothing. I have not a friend in the world." "How can you say that, Kent? You know that I am your friend." "You?" "Yes, me," softly. "But I dispised and ill-treated you once. Have you forgotten that?" "No but you were young and impetuous then. You imagined that I had wrought mischief in your household. I think you have since learned that I was only seeking to save your good name." 'aula, you are an sngel!" "Sir!" blushing deeply. "Excuse me, Mrs. Rader, but I spoke before I thought. Your heart ifc better than the average, else you would hate me cow. Since that woeful night fourteen years ago, I have never fully trusted any woman. Your generous forgiveness has shaken my belief that all women are "Totally depraved," as he hesitated. "Perhaps that will fill the bill," he said, with a forced smile. "Together they walked toward the house.
On the step stood a short, ill-shaped man, carrying a small tin box in his hand.
He turned about, presenting a pale, thin face, partially covered by a gray beard. His long gray hair hung to his shoulders.
The form was bowed and shrunken, and a huge hump on his back gave the head the appearance of resting low upon his breast.
There was a tremulous motion to the head, a wild, unpleasant look in the eyes that did not prepossess one in his favor.
The man was dressed in a faded gray suit, and seemed tired as from an extended walk. "Do you folks want some leetle jewelry?"
The voice was harsh and cracked that uttered the words. "Have you jewelry in that box?" questioned Mrs. Rader.
Yees, plenty of it. Will exactly suit the pretty lady," and the hunchback fell upon his knees, his whole form shaking as if in an ague fit.
With trembling hand he essayed to raise the cover of the tin box, keeping his gaze averted meantime. "Never mind, I don't care to purchase," said the widow, laughing at the peddler's awkward motions. "But you'll just take a peep
But the widow brushed past the peddler and entered the house. Kent Adams paused on the step.
The hunchback rose to his feet quickly, and peered into the gentleman's face. His head was quite still Wfa moment.
Adams took a dollar from his pocket and laid it in the peddler's band. "Take this,my man I don't want any of your jewels, however." "Thanks, kind sir." u, v.
Their hands met. Kent Adams felt something pressed into bis own palm. The something was a slip of paper on which were the words: "Beware of the uridow. She has a serpent's tongue she will deceive you."
CHAPTER VII.
BACK FROM THE GRAVE.
Kent Adams was somewhst surprised at the ware ing he had received from the peddler. ,,
He wondered what the old hunchback knew of the widow, what interest he took in his, Adams' welfare.
He remembered the wild look that filled the eyes of the peddler, and came to the conclusion that the man was crazy, and this warning a mere freak of his diseased brain.
Tearing the paper to bits he enteied the house. A short time later, Robert Rader returned from the village with a few necessary articles which were needed for thecalinary department of the cottage.
The sun was about half way down the heavens, a soft, warm breeze blowing from the south.
Robert proposed a sail on the lake to their guest. "Nothing would suit me better," said the gentleman quickly. "Will you accompany us, mother?" "Not to-day, Robert," returned the widow. "I must remain and prepare supper against your return."
The two men walked down to the shore. Robert had rigged a small sail for his row-boat some time before, for the purofe of going to and from the village, it was easier than rowing, snd when the wind was right the passage was made in less time.
Hoisting his sail, Robert took his stat tion at the stern, tiller in band. The light craft was soon gliding out vpon the lake before a gentlebreeze.
They conversed on general topics for time, until finally the subject of Adamf rescue was mentioned. "I have not yet learned how you came to be in the vicinity of Higbrock lata that night," said Adams. "I can explain in a few words, returned the youth.
Thereupon Robert related how he had gone to the miner's cabin with a companion for* the purpose of passing a social evening with Duff Brady.
When Robert came to speak of the beautiful girl he had seen, of the sudden wrath of the miner, and his brutal assault on the shrinking maiden, Kent Adams became intensely interested. "You say that you never until that night knew of the existence of this girl under the miner's roof?" questioned Adams eagerly. "Never." "What do you lifer?" "That the girl Is held a prisoner for some reason.'
What explanation did Duff Brady trivcT" "He said that the girl, Vivia, was an insane sister of bis.' "Vivia!" with a start. "That was the name by which be called his sister."
A deadly pallor swept the face of Kent
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"What is that, air?" "Mr. Rader, I think I can trust you?" "Indeed you can." "Duff Brady is a great villaio."» "I believe you." "I have known him for years. Hl»
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true name is Hardwick. He has no other sister than Nell, who keeps house for him. The story he told you is false from beginning to end." "I thought so myself." "Turn ue boat about, Robert," said Adams, quickly. "I can't rest until 1 fathom this mystery' to the bottom, Can I look to you for aid? That poor girl has "Say no more, Mr. Adams," cried the youth. "I know not what you suspect. I only know that Duff Brady holds a young girl in confinement against her will. He must not be allowed to wreck her young lifejwithout an effort to save her. I am with you to the death." "Many thanks, Robert. We cannot commence operations any too soon. We will visit the miner's cabin to-night."
The prow of the boat was turned shoreward, and the two men, so strangely thrown together, were speediHg rapidly on their return.
The imprisoned maiden had friend3 at work in her behalf of whom she but little dreamed. [TO BE CONTINUi|p NEXT WEEK.]
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