Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 13, Number 52, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 23 June 1883 — Page 7

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THE MAIL

.1 PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

Lost at Last

BY WM. B. EY8TER,

•Author of "One of the Family," "Drifting to Doom," "Captive Cortnne," etc., etc.

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CHAPTER XVIII. THE TRACIBDY.

"Pauline, bow did yoo trace me here, and what demon brought you to the spot at this moment, of ail others I" "Lonville Porter, you know why I -came here. It was because I could see vou nowhere else. The glamour Is away ?rotn my eyes, at least. I am afraid that

I know you but too well. Perhaps, from this time, you will know me better, also. You have yet to learn what ade»perate woman can do, when her wrongs urge her to track down, like a wild beast, tie man she has loved, and vainly and firmly thought, loved her.'' "Hush, limb! not so loud. Come away from the house, In Heaven's name 1 My father might return and hear you— that means ruin to us both.

He caught her arm as be spoke, leading her away from the house, in the direction of the river.

She followed bis steps unresistingly, and her voice fell again, but she went in a reckless-sounding strain, griudlng out her words bitterly, as though from an overwhelmed heart. "Yes, ruin to botb ruin to both. That would be wnat It would mean, If I should bring ruin on you. I am ruined already. You care not, though you have no mercy, aud I have no hope. "Pauline, I thought you had too much good sense for snch vapory exhibitions. You have trusted me in the ast, and lourid me true whit Is it that ias set you on this wild track to-night "I have trusted you, and too far: that is my woe. No, I have no more faith in you, in myself, or all the world. It has been

long since I heard from you,

thul it is no wonder I am tired of waiting If you have lied to me all through the wicked past, I want to know it. lhen, so fur an theie isunv future for me, I will try and arrange it.*' 11 wa* uw dark to see her face, but Lonville Portor tracing the outlines of her form, could see the proud bend of her head, as vet not altogether bowed by shame, and bo shuddered a little as he remembered that all this beauty he had Ment to ruin. Ho knew, or thought be knew, what she moant, and though he might bo willing to win her away from any rash purpose, he would not do the one thing that would rest her soul In peace. He thought of Marah and her money, Hnd his heart grew harder. "L«t rue care for your future, Pauline. Do not fear that I will forget or forsake." "Will you keep your promises to mo? Your plighted wlfo, aa 1 am, will you make mo youi wife in reality?" "Prtuliue, you are saying you know not what. Again I ask you to trust ine. I may havo soemed remiss—I acknowledge that appearances have beeu against me—but I will make amends." "You will make amends I" she burst in scornfully. "What amends can you make, If you refuse the great one? Am 1 the woman to live upon the wages of my shame, or to be cheered in the depths of desolation by a kind word or two, Hung as a bono to a hungry dog?" "1 do not refuse," he answered, hastily "but now, of all times, I am unable to do justice to you or n»y«elf. Listen, Pauline: My every prospeot for the future depends upon my father. His affairs stand on the balance. A year of care will carry him through the maze of speculation on which he has ombarked, and bring him and me wealth untold, lie has his own ends and aims for me, and did 1 rashly go against his wishes, the result wonlu be disastrous to both of us. Wait you cm w«it you must wait, if 1 was not honest, I would put you off with false promises or proposals, but tell you truly that I dare not bring destruction upon all of us." "And 1 tell you 1 would save you from the destruction that is waiting to mark you fsr its own. When 1 did uot boar from you, I wrote you, and told you all." "Yet, yes{ I received the letter and answered as well as I could. I told you something of U:e trouble that had overtaken us and had kept me away. We traced my cousin, brought her home, and this very night she was almost, If not quite, murdered by the villain who had decoyed her away, and who had followed her home. You found meat her bedside while my father was away for a surgeon, and her destroyer was under guard In the house. No other living being could have taken me away from my post of dnty. Judge, then, if1 aui In tit mood to reason this thing with you. "Ah, he Is a villain, is he? Howabout yourself, Mr. Lonville Porter, and how about your dutv to me? What are these things to me?" I tell you that you are wasting the moments that are precious to me and precious to you. I could save yon, and you not know it. A week from now, and Mark may know all then it will lie too late.,' "Doyou threaten me with him? If •o, you have chosen the wrong line. What is he better than any other man The days of the («W/o are past, and from any attack of his I shall defend my life, even if It takes his."

Vf v»« aa "No do not threaten—I warn you. You coward, his life Is worth a doten of yours! What blind idiocy—what mad Infatuation ever put me in the soulless hound I fits life for you No! trial Bis life for you? Nol Igl you this last chance. Refuse, and I

Mark!

right myself. You stand face to face with me and death!" As she spoke, the girl, whom excitement rose higher ana higher, suddenly drew from her bosom a double derringer, cocked it, and leveled it straight at a is head.

Lonville was half expecting some such movement, and despite Its suddenness it did not Qnd him altogether off his guard, As the shimmering barrels dropped In a line with his brow, be threw tip his hands and seised ber wrist, seeking to wrench the ugly-looking weapon from bar grasp.

Tots movement on hie pari threw bis head oat of lioe. In the fierce paroxysm of excitement ahe clung to the pistol with a frenzied fury, white with her other hand she at ruck at LonriUe. and then strove to loosen bis hold, hissing oat between her dincbed teeth: "You base-born, doubly-dyed coward, Til have your life, if I die for it!**

The struggle was no child's play. Porter felt a cold chill of fear ran over him. With the plated la her hand* his life, for the present, was not worth a farthing, and ahe fought for It with a madness tbat was teanal to meet.

Something of bar own spirit began to arise within him, aa he recognised his

1 own cowardice. He drew back his free arm and struck once .at the same time almost wrenching the derringer from her band.

What came after that he hardly knew. He was wild as the wildest. There was a short, sharp report, the girl threw up her arms, and then foil backward at his

Death came almost instantly. The heavy bollet tore a great rough hole through skull and brain, and her earthly troubles were ended forever. 8o suddonly was the awfnl thing done that Lonville Porter oould not realize what it was that had happened. Like one in amaze be stared at the body for a moment, and thou bent down to wy his hand upon it. At that instant it gave a last con vulsive ithroe, expiring life went cat, and Lonville Porter knew that he was alone with a cor

What was he to do Was be guilty of murder ,, He could not tell. The corpse lay just at the brink of the bank, and below the waters splashed with a lapping surge against the shore. Without pausing to think, he just, felt once to convince himself that the heart bad stopped its beating, then he raised the body, yet warm with the shadow of the departed life, and cast it far out into the water„and after it. hurled the weapon that bad done the deed.

This accomplished terror overmastered him, and turning from the spot be ran, with headlong speed, toward Elm Lodge.

The road was so well known that he went over it by instinct. Of what was in it, before him, he sfcw nothing but it seemed to bim tbat behind came the patter of lootsteps and the swish of g« ments starting in a life-pursuit. Wi •his bead down and his eyeso«osed, ran as be had never done beiore.

In front of him there rose an exclamation—perhaps of surprise, perhaps (ear—but he did not heed it. Then shadow appeared to rise from the very ground before him, be received a crushing blow, and dropped in bis tracks like a aog.

CHAPTER XIX. OUT OF THE TKAP.

Colonel Porter went out from Elm

Lodge

full of conflicting emotions. The financial screws, in the last few days, bad been tightening very perceptibly, and though, by the use of Marab's money, be was able to get along splendidly, yet it made the more necessary the completion of somearrangements for the future. He was not yet ready to decide tbat he would cut short the thread of his ward's existence but he wished, more heartily than ever, that fate would com plete the work it seemed fond of begin ning, and take her bodily away.

The reappearance of Arthur Sidney to unsettle the plans which he bad lately laid was a severe shock, and he felt that his conscience would be troubling him very little just now, if in the moment of excitement he had killed him. However, be bad bim safe and sound in an upper room, and the burly John watching him. He could not exactly understand It, but

there was no doubt that ho had committed a crime, and for that he should be laid by the hoels before the night was over. Still, there was time enough for that his present duty seemed to be to attend to Marah's wants and save appear atices.

By this time he had come down to the road. As he turned to the left toward the residence, half a mile away, of Dr. Lenoire, he almost ran against a man lurking under the shadows of an oak by the roadside.

Even in his haste the colonel noticed the manner of the man, and suspected he had no good Intention. That made him give another look, and in that glance he recognized him. The colonel uad a sharp eye and a reasonable memory for •forms. An idea at once struck him,aud he halted. "Sile Si miners, is that you? For what are you prowiing around my grounds at this time of night

It was "the old man" who had picked up Siduey in the river. "Didn't know I was on anybody's grounds thought I was on the public highway. If I'm dlsturbln' you any I can go to the other side of the road. Jones owns that." "You needn't be so gruff about it. I simply baked you a civil question. You are after something—what Is Is It? Not to see iqe "Not much. I'm waiting on a young gentloman, a frleud or mine, Arthur Sidney. You ever hear the name?" "Ah, I suspected as much." "Did you responded "the old man," with a sneer. "Well, I was to wait for him an hour, but It seems to melt's two or more now. Can you tell me where he Is?" "Yes. He Is where the dogs won't bite him. Take my advice and sheer off. Murder Is an ngly thing, and an accessory meets about as hard a fate as the principal." "1 thought I heard some queer noises and running, but I thought It was the other. Certain,are you,tbat you haven't made a mistake? If any harm comes to the young man just remember I'm a watcbin'of you." "You will find out before morning if

Jentaare

ou linger around here. Yourautecenot the best for a man who wanta to stir aronnd in a nest of crime. I have no 111 will for you, ao I warning that you may save yourself." "Ha,ha! Thankee, colonel and may be one of them antecedents mightn't be so pleasant for you to have raked up. You don't care about my tellln' how you came to me once an' offered me a price if a certain youngster would disappear. How's tbat Ain't that where the shoe pinches

werof a you? I give

"I got your sworn word for that, Site Simmers, and I trust you. It's a good turn I am doing you—take my advice and be off." "Say,1 think you're telling the truth now. what's gone wrong "I have no time to tell you more. Convenient to me or not,if you are here ten minutes from now the alarm will have been given and vou will find yourself tripped up Mid In durance."

All through the conversation the colonel had uaedaquick tone now he moved away rapidly, without even pausing to see whether his advice waa taken. "The condemned old rascal!" muttered Simmers to himself. "It's jost as he says. I might make It awkward for bim if be would have to pall me and something may have happened that would mute It fast as he says. Then, again, It may he tbat be wanta to sears me away. I'll lay low, anyhow. Perhaps 1 oan do the young man a good tmn."

Fearing that the colonel might be watching bim, Simmers croucbeddown until he waa hidden in the shade of the fence, and then harried away.

He might have saved himself the trouble. Ctoloaet Porter had been willing to ran the risk in trying to frighten him away, and now hastened on again in the direction of Dr. Leo •Ire's boose. When he returned with the doctor, a short time *fter, he did rive one glance under the oak, and noted that Sle was no longer about, bot be did not bother himself with UM question of whither he lMMl bad goa bceaits

would be back now in order to prevent any mischief. He led the way up to the house and entered the front door. Everything was silent and no lamps were burning, which last be thought strange, since he distinctively remembered having lighted one. He threw open the door and called first Lonville and then Marah, but no auswer came. Apprehensive of something, he knew not what, he took a match from the safe on the mantel and lighted a lamp that stood there.

By its light he looked aronnd. Dr. Lenoire stood in the doorway with an inquiring look in his face but neither Lonville nor Marah were to be seen.

He went to the lounge. It was stained with blood, as he expected it to be, but beyond that it told no story. "What can have become of them Certainly Lonville has not helped her to her own room."

As he looked around him, a muffled, thumping sort of a noise could be heard up-staira. The doctor* noticed it first, and called the attention of the others. "The prisoner," said the colonel. "I left him with John—certainly he was able to manage bim." "Yon bad better goand see. I sounds as though something was wrong." "It certainly does. Bring the lamp we will go and see. It may throw some light on the mystery."

Up the stairs he bounded, the thumping still continuing, and the doctor following at a slower pace, as he was burdened with the lamp. He was not far behind, however, and found the colonel trying the door, which proved to be locked, and no sign of the keys. The thumping evidently,came from within. "Wait a minute,'' said Porter. "There is something more than strange about this. There is a duplicate key in another door let me get it."

He returned quickly with the key, but had some difficulty in forcing it into the lock*

Chance befriended him, however something dropped out of the key-hole, on the other side, and then the door flew open.

By the light of the lamp, they could see within the room. The prisoner was not there at least, Arthur Sidney was not.

John was, tnougb, bound hand and foot, and a gag in his mouth. "What does this mean ?', he said, sternly, and with a shade of suspicion in his voice. "Where isSldney, the man I set you to watcb •'Faix, it'x none of me knows—somewheres in Philadelphy. by this time, so he is. I thought he'd bruk ivery bone in me body.'' "And Lonville, and Miss Marah? They have disappeared, too. Had he anything to do with that "It's them vou'llbe afther askin' it's not John Rooney that kin give ye the p'ints. He ain't no slouch at all, an' if he tuck the notion, it's himself would fly away wld them bones, body an' all."

Porter was turning away in disgust, but Dr. Lenoire seemed inclined to think that it was worth wile to get from John what information he possessed. "TeU us all about it, John you are not the kind of a man to let yourself be rolled up that way. Who did it, and how was it done?"

John was glad of a hearer, even if he had not mucn of a story to tell. "Be me soul, It's little I have to say, an' that *in't the swatest. to tell on me mother's eldest. He sits down on that chair, an' I on this won,till we heard the masther geln' down the drive. Thin there war silence for a time, so soft you could hear it spake. Bymeby I see bis hands a wrigglin', but all the while he said nlver a worrud. All to wanst he war on his fate, an' so war I. Afore that, he seemed a smallish sort of a man, but thin, begorra, he war big as a matin'house! We clinched in, an' had it, nip an'tuck." "And you couldn't down him? Why, John, he must iiave been a regular giant." "It's well yez may say that. He slipped under me arm, got the crook on me, an' that war the last of John. I klm down on the shmall ov me back till the chimbly shuk,an'sorraathing I knowed for a long, long time. Whin I kim to mesilf, here I war, an'there he warn't an' that's all I know but. by the powers, It's strength he bad in nis arrum "Come," said Porter, tbat minute appearing at the door "I can find nothing of them. I fear something serious. We must search the lower part of the house, and if we find nothing, then the grounds. John, get the lantern."

The search of the house resulted in nothing being discovered. Then, with the lantern held low down, they made the circuit of the grounds. "Be the powers, it's toward the river they've gone!" exclaimed John, and he pointed to the marks made by Lonville, when he jumped from the window, to join Pauline. "There is something in what he says. I saw tbat old river pirate, Sile Simmers, lurking around the grounds, and no doubt be bad a boat waiting there. Run! fear the worst."

Hastily they took the path, and as they neared the river, came upon Lonville Porter, crouched upon the ground, holding his face in his bands, and the blood trickling out in a little stream between bis fingers.

CHAPTER XX. A LOST

TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL

TRAIL.

Colonel Porter did not at once reeoognice bis son, snd bis son gave no evidence of recognixing bim. •There was plenty of blood and braises to make a fair case of mental stupefaction, and though Lonville,on the instant of their appearance, was very wide awake, be made the most of them. On the spur of the moment be coald not frame a reasonable story to account for his being there, and so sought to gain time.

With a cry of astonishment the colonel, holding the lantern up to the face of the half-prostrate man, saw who it was and in what plight. "So we have found you, at least. What has become of Marah? and do yon know anything of her—of the aasaaaln

The only

MIV vt W UIIHUI aw I

te. He would hardly venture to I to the boon at onoe, and he

answer

ms a moan, indica

tive of psln. "Come, gather together your wits, and »nuick about. When the doctor and I got back, we fonnd the parlor empty, John tied neck and crop, and the prisoner gone. What doea it all mean 7"

Another moan from Lonville, who brought hia hands np over his forehead though trying to brash away a mist that obscured his erases. "I have no patience with yoo,** said the father, In a harsh, angry "voice. "Tell me how Marah got away? Too know everything about it, and it is altogether a singular piece of business. Did ney give you that blow on the bridge of the aosef"

With an air of ooe jost retoming to hi* seoaas, Lonville inswered: "I don't know.** "You dool know? Where were yoa when yon were hit, and who was it struck jot?" «I_r wss right hem. If

TOO

look

anmnd I soapeet yoa era find (be dent my heed mast here made in the groend when it struck It bat who hit me 1 can

not say. Somethicg seemed to rise up before me. I saw stare, and that was alL" "But what were you doing here How did they get away?"

The question, thus repeated, demanded a more explicit answer than Lonville was prepared to give, and yet he was compelled to say something, though he dared not take his father into his guilty confidence—at least, not now. "I know nothing, really, bot can imagine it all. Some little time after you left, Marah revived and asked for a drink—a cold, cold one. Her face was flushed and burning, her head hot and throbbing. The water there was unfit to drink, and I went to the kitchen to get ice and a pitcher of water. When I returned she was gone. 2 rushed frantically around the room, and ont into the open air. I had fancied I could see traces that told she*had left the house. Then I heard what I judged was the report of a pistol down this way, and I ran as fast as I could. The next thing I knew I received this blow, which felled me. That is all I know. Have you found no traces of her?"

No but I see it all now. He must have found his way to Marah and carried pist and think I understand it. He bad a

ols way heard the pistol-shot, too,

her off. I

confederate waiting over there—a low, villainous man, well known along the river. "That shot was intended as a signal to bring them together. Without a doubt they had a boat and escaped in tbat way, taking her with them. Curses on this trouble! We are once more involved in its mystery, and it will bring my gray hairs in sorrow to the grave."

During their conversation Dr. Lenoire had been silent and watchful. He may have heard a whisper or two of something wrong in Elm Lodge, but this sight of its full-sised skeleton shocked him, and at the same time left him puzzled. With his patients he ordinarily had little to say outside of his profession but this was a case tbat called for advice, and he spoke: "My dear Colonel, I don't care to obtrude on family matters, but this seems to be a case that, sooner or later must come before the public, and will be talked about more or less. Don't waste any time. Let one or two continue the searce, but let's send for a shrewd detective, and get the matter under investigation at once. There is money in this thing. Mi38 Deams is an heiress, if I am not mistaken, and perhaps she has been abducted for the sake of a reward." "You are more than half right, Doctor, and your advice will be taken, though I must say

Lonville was Bpeaking now what else be might have said was doomed to remain un uttered. They were not far from the river, and John was prospecting on the bank. A shout from him brought the rest to his side. "Arrab, now, look yander! Be the powers, I b'lave it's thimgelves in the boat. Turn yer eyes on thim, an' say what yez kin make of it."

Sure enough, they oould see a boat pulled down the stream by a pair of muscular arms.

In the dusky gloom thar rested on the river they could not, at the distance, distinguish faces, or even forms, but the craft seemed to have several occupants, and it was more than likely that John's suspicions were correct, though how the boat could have been lurking above them so long was a question.

A loud hail elicited no answering shout. "Klm, now, there's the Fairy, wid the two sets of oars at the boat-bouae. Let's get her out and overhaul thim. It's sure I am tbat we'll foind thim in the boat." "Lemoine," said the Colonel, hastily, "you, John and my son follow up this trail if you think it worth while, and I will take your advice and seek an officer. Hasten, though, for there is no time to lose

Away went the Colonel in one direction and the three in another. In an incredibly short time, considering the distance, they bad reached the little covered dock, called by John the boat-house. They were panting and blowing with their exertions, at. a the lantern had been extinguished in the lace.

It was relighted, however, by John, who held it down to the staple where the boat was usually fastened.

There was no boat there. "Ah!" said Lenoire, "look! there area few drops of blood. They must have made their escape from here. If so, I don't see how you came to meet them at the other place." "I don't see, either but we have no time to discuss the question. There is a boat kept a few hundred yards up the river let us see if it is available."

Off they sped aBd found the boat, but there were no oars, and John discovered that a great stone bad been hurled into it, starting one of the planks. "Och. it's no good that It is, at all. Sure, they've stole away the little Fairy, the fasteel thing on the river, and we'll niver put eyes on 'em agin tnis nolgbt. I'm dead bate."

Lonville Porter seemed about dead beaten, too so far, he bad braced his nerves firmly, but be felt tbat he could stand it no longer. Really, Dr. Lenoire hsd no suspicions, yet every time that, by the fitful gleam of the lantern, be caught sight of the doctor's eyee, they seemed to glisten snd show with a prescience that read bis most secret thoughts. He could not stand it, and no wonder.

He made a hasty excuse about separating, and managed to get away. Once

drank and drank, and finally threw himself upon his bed, with his bands covering his ftce, trying to shut ont the face of the dead.

The one great mistake of bis life had been made be knew it, and yet could not see bow he could have done* otherwise. He did not feel a murderer in fact, though he had been one in heart.

He bad nottboaght of killing Pauline, and the fatal struggle for the pistol bad been forced upon him. It was only the consciousness of this tbat bad enabled him to bear op for the last half boar.

Hia bead was sore and aching enough, but tbat was only a little mTte in bis troubles—something that bad served, and might again serve as an excuse.

Yet who had delivered tbat Mow, was a question. There was some one, not bis friend, in the neighborhood. If tbat person had come from the direction of the house after him, perhaps It was all right but If be bad been lurking about, an unseen witness of bis interview with the girl, It waa all wrong. Sooner or later there woald be trouble for Lonville Porter.

At first the brandy be had swallowed produced no perceptible eflfiect. Before drinking It, be bad already bathed his tee, and it te possible that the water without and tbe brandy within partially neutralised each other.

In his mind, he went over and over and over tbe scene of thatflight, and

Into a troobled sleep. Cornell ms shout awakened by his father roost.

The colonel was splashed, tired, and in no good hamor, which was ail the better, since he did not notice as clearly as he might otherwise have done, the guilty groan that Lonville gave on his awakening, and his subsequent confusion. "Of all unfortunate, mirerable and ruinous things this has turned out to be the worst that could have had happened." "Why—why—what is it now?"

The colonellooked at his son in amazement. "You ask that question, after all I have told you? Oh, I see how it is. You are discouraged so soon that you have flown to the brandy bottle for solace. No wonder you are not in condition to understand a thing as clear as the nose on your face. If that is the strength of mind you have, I may a well give up the fight, and let ruin take you and me." 'Y'ou are mistaken. I am not such a fool as to fuddle my brains with drink. In the harrawing uncertainty, I needed a stimulant and took It but not so much as to let the wits out. I was only a little dazed with the sudden awakening I am all right now. You must remember that you want money, and so do I: but that I want Marah besides, and every whit as much. Tell me at once, what has been the result." "So far, nothing. Sooner or latter, of course, we will run the scoundrel to a hole but what will happen meantime?— ruin, perhaps. My plan is a clear one. I have a sharp detective on the track, and a man like Sidney can scarcely fly away. He must leave a trail somewhere." "And what do you suppose has become of Marah? You know not how much in earnest I am."

We can only guess but in any case, it is the worst, either she has been killed, or she has gone off with her brother, as his wife." "Horriblealternatives!" said Lonville, with a shudder. "Yes—better the first. In that case, my ends are subserved, at last, wbioh Is really lighter than the second would be."

Perhaps it would be better tbat she was in her grave. Why did we not warn her?"

No warning would have done that would not have told her all, and destroyed our plots to the very foundation." "You do not mince matters." "No I generally call things by their right names in the preseuce of persons who understand them."

Cursed be the plots, then! Do you think I have no heart at all? Speak more softly for almost the first time in my life, 1 begin to fell that walls may have ears." "They are welcome to take in the story, they have no mouths to repeat it." "Hush do not be too confident. Something seems to speak to me of impendanger."

lns,

I dread eyes more than ears just now: but neither are nigh us at present. You are strangely nervous, or you would not take such a fancy."

It seemed so, yet the salient colonel was never more mistaken. At that very instant there were great, acute ears drinking in every word that was said.

The window was opened and crouched among the vines tbat ran up and over tbe sides of the bouse, was a man who had but little love for father and son.

As tbe person beard the two horns of the dilemma mentioned, a singular scowl crept over his face. "Thank you, Colon el Porter, you have

Ealf

ut me up to an idea that I more than suspected." After listening along while, the person stole cautiously down and away, leaving tbe two in a troubled doze. -,*

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