Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 16, Number 15, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 3 October 1885 — Page 6

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DORIS BURNHAM.

A STORY. OP PIONEER DAYS.

CHAPTER IV.

DAT WITH THJB DUCKS.

The morning of the day after the event# last narrated, dawned clear and bright, and as the san rolled up lc shed a flood of golden light over the lake. The forest was donning its full verdure, and the islets on the placid bosom of the water gleamed like emeralds set in silver.

Fairfax and Seth rose eaily, and speedily made preparations to receive Mr. Burnham and Doris, as, by previous arrangement, and at Doris's request, the day was to be spent in a hunt for the innumerable ducks which dotted the water in every direction. "I'll tell yer, Mr. Fairfax, it's a goin' ter be as tine a duck day as if it had bin made a purpose and now we'll see if a gal can use a gun. I mistrust tbat we'll all have ter keep behind Miss Doris wen she bangs away, with tbat little qhot gun of hers." "Ab, Seth," laughed Fairfax, "I fancy you will find tbat sbe will bag as many ducks as you or I."

Their morning meal was hastily dispatched, and they had hardly completed their preparations, when the merry notes of "Moneymusk" came floating through the forest, and a moment later the trio appeared—Mr. Burnham and Doris riding their horses, while Jotham Sparks stalked on ahead, his huge musket over bis shoulder, whistling ear piercing notes. ••Hello, bub!" said Seth. Jotham deigned no reply, but carefully placing his beloved musket Inside the door, assisted Doris to dismount.

Fairfax stepped forward to welcome his visitors. A look of admiration was upon his face, as his eyes rested upon the girl. Her riding skirt being removed, sbe appeared in a short walking dress of brown serge, over which was worn a coquettish jacket of Lincoln green, with snowy collars and cuffs. Her costume was completed by a pretty cap of velvet, from under which escaped a profusion of brown curls, blown into charming confusion. Her bright eyes danced in anticipation of the day's sport, and her rapid riding had brought the rii to tbe delicate oval of her cheek.

A few minutes were spent In conversation, and then the whole party proceeded to the lake and waited for Seth to dictate the programme. Tbe point at which they had reached the water was a couple of miles westward of Mr. Burnham's oamp. Here the shore was low and marshy, and along saud-spit, running into the lake, formed a natural breakwater to tbe swamp. There were low, marshy islets crowned with trees wide' sweeps of shallow water covered with reeds and other acquatic plants, while here and there were bright interspaces of water—lakelets in the swamp —which were the chosen haunts of the fowl. "Well, yer see," said the hunter, in a oracular tone, "the best way fur ter do, id fur part of us to keep along on this yer sand-spit, and the rest ter go in the oanoe and scare 'em round."

It was soon decided that Mr. Burnham, Dotis and Jotham should remain on the shore, while Seth and Fairfax went on the lake. The latter, after escortiug the trio for some distance, and posting them in a favorable spot, returned to Fairfax, who was in the canoe. Seth took the oars, while the young man sat in the bow with his gun. He tired into a flock in a few minutes, killing a oouple of birds. The report of his piece seemed to be taken as the signal, for the next moment there came to their ears the re-

iort of shot gun, immediately by that of her father, the fusilade ending with the deep boom of Joth«QI'H musket. "Golly!" cried Seth, "If that kick didn't knock tbe stuffln' out'n that boy 1 miss my guess! He must 'a bin loaded fer a bar."

A general commotion among the ducks ensued acatterlng flocks flew hither and thither, shrilly quacking their alarm, aa they circled about. They were reluotant, however, to leave their feeding ground, and the hunt was continued during the forenoou, with unabated vigor. At last the ducks began leaving tbe swamp, as they had bagged a goodly quantity, it waaaoon agreed to close the hunt, and return to Fairfax's oamp for dinner.

Fairfax joined Doris and her father ou tbe shore, while Jotham and Seth took tbe boat and gathered tbe dead fowl, with wbloh tbe surface of the water was dotted. "By gosh." aald Seth, "you people have dun better'n we hev! You've killed a slew of 'em." "Ought to," said Jotham, stepping in to the Doat "three of us, two of you." "Say boy," aald Seth, "you don't count yourself as one, do you I thought the fust time you fired ttaet cannon of yours sbe kicked you clean over Into the lake." "Pretty near unjointed my shoulder," answered Jotham, rubbing the locality Indicated "got a little too much powder in, that's all. "Well, Miss Burnham," said Fairfax, "have you enjoyed the day's sport T" "Very much indeed, Mr. Fairfax," answered the young girl, blithely. "Doris is a better marksman than I am," Mild Mr. Burnham, "and so I exchanged guns with her, in order that sbe might practice with a double barrel. There, Doris, quick!"

The girl, who still carried her father's weapon, glanced towards him as he spoke, tie pointed to a large flock of ducks tbat were coming orer. She raisquickly, the instant it

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ed the gun deliberately, but and It teemed to go of lder. touched her shoulder. Before the report had died away, the discharge of the second barrel followed, and seven birds, the result of the two shots, dropped into the water.

Tbe rapidity wnlch tbe yonng huntress exhibited, together Wtb her accurate aim, surprised Fairfax while Seth, who was but a short distance away, in the boat, gave loud vent to his astonishment. "Well, by goab, I thought I wu* eon aider'bte on a shot but I ain't, after sicb abootin' aa that, and by a gal, too. Say, Miss Doris, bow in creation did yer do It?" "Easy enough," laughed Doris In reply. ""Remember, I learned to shoot before I cams to tbe woods."

Tbe remaining docks were gathered up and the merry perty anon traversed .. tbe halt mile which separated tbem from the camp of our hero. "Mr. Fairfax, I never knew how mocfa enjoyment there is in the wild, free life of a banter," aald Doris, viracioualy, aa she took tbe seat which our hero offered her. "1 feel like a bird freed from its cage It la joyous, enchanting!"

"Yea," he replied heartily, "one has perfect freedom here, but those aocu»tomed to fashionable amusements wonld probably flnd it rather dull. I see, however," he added, laughing, "that you are perfectly at home in the woods." "Sbe takes to it as nateral as if she bad been born in an Injin lodge," interrupted Setb, who was busy replenishing the fire in tbe rude chimney-place, which occupied nearly tbe entire end of the room.

Mr. Burnham took a seat near Seth, who, with the assistance of Jotham, was making rapid preparations for the noontide meal, thus leaving Doris to be entertained by her yonng host at the other end of tbe cabin. "This is the first time," sail tbe yonng girl, "that I was ever in a regular hunting camp. I hsd no idea that a cabin could be fitted op so cosily I should think you would feel quite at home here."

She looked around her as she spoke. Nearby, upon a rude shelf, lay a large portfolio, and above, pinned to the wall, was a crayon drawing. Tbe young girl rose and examined it with an exclamation of delighted surprise. "Really, Mr. Fairfax, I did not expect to flnd an artist here in the woods. "Fairfax laughed. "I make no pretentions to being in artist," be replied, "but I am fond of sketching, and I employ part of my leisure in that way."

Doris regarded the picture with an artist's eye. It was a faithfull representation of tbe cabin in which she was sitting, with its surroundings of forest, while through the glade could be seen a distant view of the lake. "It is excellent," she said, turning to the voung man. "I sketched it one day at Seth's request be says ke shall keep it to remind him of tbe time we have spent together here," answered Fairfax. "But to pass away the time, I will show yon some smaller ones which I dashed off at odd times."

Taking the portfolio from the shelf, he drew a stool up beside her and opened the book. It contained a number of sketches of all descriptions—bits of forest scenery, glimpses of lake and river, shady nooks and ravines, a deer feeding in a forest glade, a hunter in his boat upon tbe lake.

One picture in it particularly attracted her attention. It represented a grand old mansion, surrounded by trees and shrubbery, with a park in the background. "What a grand old place," exclaimed Doris, with delight "1 should like to see tbe original. Is it a fancy sketch, or is there really such a mansion, Mr. Fairfax?" "Yes," he answered, "it is Fairfax Hall, the home of my ancestors. It would have been mine to-day but for the fact tbat my grandfather disinherited my father for marrying against his wishes. They never saw one another after that event. The anger of my

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randfather was implacable, and the of a reconciliation with him that my father always cherished was a vain one he died without ever being forgiven and the death of my mother followed only a few weeks later." "And your grandfather, is he yet liv

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inquired Doris with interest. "He was last fall just before I started for the wilderuess," replied Fairfax, "and since then I have, ef course, had no means of hearing anything from him." "Dinner is ready, ladies and gentle men," cried Jotham at this juncture, and they gathered round the board, doing ample justice to tbe excellent repast which had been prepared by the joint efforts of him and the old hunter.

Soon after the conclusion of the meal Jotbam brought the horses to the door, and Mr. Burnham and bis fair daugbtsr started homeward, well satisfied with tbe day's sport, and with many promises and invitations exchanged to call often

And when Fairfax retired tbat night, he dreamed tbat he was walking in the magnificent grounds of Fairfax Hall, and by bis side walked a lady whose face bore a marvelous reseblance to the sunny features of Doris Burnham but alas Fairfax Hall might never be his for be was tbe son of a disinherited father.

CHAPTER V.

JOHN MUNRO'S PLOT.

It was the second morning after Munro's arrival at the Indian oamp. He was standing on tbe brink of the river, ready to enter his canoe. An expression of annoyance was upon his face. The Indian girl, Waunita, clung to him weeping, for sbe had at her heart a death-like feeling that the parting would be forever.

An exclamation rose to bis lips, but be repressed it, and gently unwinding ber clinging arms from about his neck,

be said soothingly: Wau baby, like her little warrior In the lodge? The mother of a brave should be brave heraelf." "And does the Panther think that Waunita is not brave? Ask her brothers and her friends if she has murmured during the many long moons that he haa been absent from her side! Wannita does not weep because sbe is a coward, but because she fears—Bhe fears—"

"Why does Waunita weep? Is sbe a in

Her voice became inarticulate. Munro passed his hand caressingly ove- her dark tresses, and said,

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Waunita fear?" "She fears tbat she may never see her husband again." and burying her pretty face in his boeom, she endeavored to stifle the Rtorm of sobs which shook her slight form.

Waunita's fears are childish," laughed Munro, and once more kissing ner fare-well, he sprang into the canoe, and shoved it out into the river. Then taking the oats, he rapidly pulled the little craft down tbe stream

Waunita stood gazing sadly after him, until a bend in the river hid htm from view then she sadly and slowly wended her way back to her louely lodge.

When tbe turn in the stream hid Waunita from Munro's sight, be drew a long breath of relief. "Every thing is working admirably," he muttered to himself "I do not see how it oonid be better tbe Indians will soon move tbeir camp to tbe old ground, on the Miami of the Lakes, and before they return here, I hope that my plana will oe accomplished, and I, far away on the road to England. Poor little Waunita! She will grieve after me, I am afraid. But with Doris as my wife—Ab!"

This exclamation was wrong from him at tbe sight of an Indian, whose face suddently appeared from behind a tree on the shore.

It was the yonng chief Grey Eagle, whose features wore an expression of fierce hatred, terrible to witness.

Monro pulled rapidly at tbe oars. "I am half afraid, sometimes, that Grey Eagle mar prove troublesome still, I have realfy nothing to fear from him, so long as I can keep in favor with the tribe. Once lei me succeed in my plans, and get safe away, and be shall be welcome to Waunita—yea, and her little warrior, too." »d. Monro kept steadily onward, ber It was almost nightfall by tbe time be reached the spot

on the shore of the bay, from whence he had started on his journey. Again concealing his canoe in the thicket, he shouldered his rifle, and climbing the bank, set out on his homeward jonrney.

He did not take tbe most direct route, however, but swerving to the right, held a course which presently brought him in the vicinity of Mr. Burnham's camp. Peering through the treat, he saw Dons and her father strolling up and down, enjoying the lake view, apparently waiting until Jotham had prepared the evening meal. Munro seemed to deem tbe occasion unpropitious for a call, for after watching the unconscious pair for 9 few minutes he turned, with a muttered curse, and started off in the direction of his own camp. "It is of no use, my little lady," he muttered to himself. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained, is an old saying, and I shall profit by the hint it contains. Fair means first, and if they fail—"

He stopped suddenly, and glided behind the nearest tree, for his quick eye had detected ^Fairfax, who, apparently wrapped in deep thought, was walking in the direction of Mr. Burnham's camp.

Munro gazed after him, while a dark expression flitted over his face. A single instant he stood, and then with a fierce, menacing gesture towards the unconscious young man, he resumed bis course.

Brief as were both look and action, they had been observed. An old Indian woman, bent half doable and carrying a bundle ef roots, was standing concealed in tbe bashes near. Her eyes followed him as he moved on his way, and noding her head significantly she turned and hobbled off through the forest.

Hie coarse that Fairfax had taken led him by tbe edge of the lake, and he stopped a moment and gazed at the sunset soene. Leaning upon his rifle be was wrapped in admiration of the splendors of the dying day, when be was startled by a shrill quavering voice. "The hunter is young is his life very sweet to him

He turned quickly, and saw an old Indian crone standing by his side. He gazed upon her in surprise, hardly knowing what reply to make to so abrupt a question.

Tbe old woman's face was wrinkled and shriveled with age, and her eyes, small, bright and piercing as those of a ferret, watched his face keenly, while she waited for his reply. "Woll, yes," he said, hslf la "I confess tbat life is sweet to me why do you ask?" "Then let the young hunter beware, was the sententious reply. "A fierce enemy is on his trail." And the old woman turned to depart. "Stop," he cried, hurriedly. "What doyou mean Who is my enemy

The old woman shook her head. "I have spoken. Let the young hunter bewaref" And leaving him abrupt' ly, she disappeared in the forest.

Fairfax gazed in wonder after ber retiring form. "I wonder if she is not crazy?" thought he to himself. "Surely 1 have no enemy in this wilderness And then, dismiss ing tbe subject from his thoughts, he shouldered his rile and started on for his destination.

Munro continued his course rapidly until some four miles had beea traversed. Here on a gentle rising ground stood a small cabin, similar in appear ance to tbe one occupied by Fairfax and Setb. It was surrounded on every aide by a dense forest, with thick undergrowth, save toward the north, on which extended a dense, dark-looking swamp. So thick was the growth of trees and underbrush about it, that the eabln was visible from no point half a dozen rods awav in any direction. Approaching the aoor, Munro pulled tbe latch string and entered the structure He found himself in a rude room, with the scant furnishing of a hunter's camp. Placing his gun upon the wooden books above the fire-place, he proceeded to build up the dying fire.

Having blown the fire into a brisk blaze, he crossed the room, and opening a rude box which stood in the corner, took there from sufficient food to make his evening meal. "Hank has attended to his business well," he said half laughingly "he must have supposed tbat would bring company on my return,"

The slices of venison were soon cooked, a small pot of coffee prepared, and Munro without ceremony made a hearty meal, the remainder of which was taken from the ample contents of tbe provision box in the corner.

By tbe time be had finished his meal it had grown almost dark. "I might as well be going," muttered Munro, gazing through the window at the gathering ahadowB, "it ia dark enough, so there will be no danger

He left the cabin, closing the door carefnlly behind him, and made bis way to the edge of the swamp. From a tangled thicket of alders he drew from its concealment a canoe. Seating himself in this, be picked up tbe paddle which lay in the bottom, and commenced making bis way through the devious channel in the swamp.

It was now fairly dark, and using tbe stars as his guide he made his wa through the tortuous, watery path, was evident that he had traversed tbe swamp often enough to be familiar with its fastnesses.

After proceeding for some distance in this way, his little craft emerged into a wide interspace of water which lay dark and forbidding in the midst of tbe swamp. He made his way directly across this, and finally ran bis boat upon the shore of what proved to be a small island covered thickly with trees.

Drawing the canoe out of tbe water, and again carefully hiding it in the thicket, he struck into a sort of path leading toward tbe center of tbe island. After going some 30 yards or more, he came upon another cabin, similar to the one be had just left, on tbe edge of tbe swamp. Through the rude window tbe firelight gleamed, showing that it was in habited. Raising his fingers to his mouth, he blew a shrill, peculiar whistle.

His signal was almoet instantly answered. Tbe door opened, and Hank Goodwin stood upon the threshold with his knife in his hand, gazing out apon the darkness. Munro advanced until he stood in the flood of light pooling through the open door. "Hello!" Hank exclaimed, as he caught sight of Monro. "I reckoned it was you, out didn't quite know for sore. I bad jnst about given you op."

Both men stepped Into the cabin. Hank carefully doling and fastening tbe door. The cabin was scarcely larger than that occupied by Fairfax and 8Mb, bat It was divided into two rooms by a rtitioo, with a heavy door "between the two rooms. This door being closed, it was impossible to see what the second apartment contained. "Well, have you been working hard at this," queried Monro, "daring the three days tbat I have been gone?" "Well, I've Un doin, party well, bat it's slew work, Mister Monro. A teller has to be so dredfal psrtkkler, yer know." "Certainly, it is very particular work, but did yon ever make yon eacierf ana wend Monro.

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"Haw, haw!" laughed Hank, "that's a good one, that is! But come down and see what I've been doin'.-'

Monroe signified his assent, and Hank lighted a primitive lamp, consisting of a Ill tin dish filled with grease, a in which took the place of Die wick Going to tbe corner of the room, he removed a rode bench standing there, and then lifting a portion of the floor disclosed an opening with a rude ladder, down which both climbed.

They fonnd themselves in a sort of cellar, some eight or ten feet square. One corner of this was directly under the fire-place apparently, and one of the side walls of the huge stone chimney extended down to the bottom of tbe cellar, enclosing in its thickness an inner flue to carry off the smoke of the furnace, the pipe of which entered the flue.

A rude table occupied the middle of the room, covered with various tools, which at once marked this spot as the abode of counterfeiters. Taking up a buckakin bag lying on the table, Hank emptied out its contents, which were imitation Spanish dollars.

Sesting. himself upon the bench by the table, Monro examined this bag of coins carefully, testing them one by one. He rang them upon the table, examined both sides and the edges with as much care as if he had been a bank cashier. This took considerable time. Hank stood by attentively watching his every movement. When Munro had concluded his examination, be swept the coin back into the bag, and turning to Hank, said: "Those are very well done. There will be no difficulty whatever in passing them upon the people with whom I deal."

Then picking up the lamp he said: "Come, let as go aloft." Asoending to the floor above, Hank carefully replaced the section of puncheon flooring, pushed the bench back in the corner over it, and the two men sat down In front of the fire.

Munro sat silent for sometime deeply buried in thought. At last he turned to Hank and said: "Your handiwork is excellent. If you are faithful we can both get rich at this business. It is hardly possible that our retreat will ever be discovered here. We are in the midst of this great swamp and no one will ever discover the place as long as we take the precaution to oome and go after dark, whenever that is possible. There is no one in this section but a few hunters and some Indians. There is nothing to entice tbem into tbe midst of this swamp, and even if they should venture into its recesses, iris hardly probable they would stop to explore the interior of the islands, for there are several of them besides this. This island is not more than a hundred yards in diameter, and in this thick undergrowth there is nothing to tempt them to penetrate its mysteries but if by some strange chance they should do so, ay, and even stumble upon this cabin, they would never find our secret workshop. They would merely suppose that we were hunters and trappers, strange as it might seem for us to have a cabin here. We will continue to make the other cabin our pretended stopping place, and nobody need ever be the wiser. In fact, there is nobody in this neighborhood likely to ever give us any trouble unless it be tbat young Fairfax and Seth Thomas. Mr. Buinham and his daughter, of course, will never trouble us, and if tbe other two should make any unpleasant discoveries, why they—"

He stopped and gave a peculiar look at Hank, a sinister smile upon his face. Hank seemed to understand him perfectly. "1 see, I see," he said, nodding his head "you mean that dead men don't talk very much, and if them fellers come foolin' around here it will be lots easier to fix them so they can't hurt us any than it will be to try to move our quarters to some place else and have somebody else come snoopin' around." "Very well, then," said Munro, with a nod of satisfaction. "We understand one another perfectly. You are to put in all the time you can safely at work here. Of course, you must show your self frequently, and go on hunting and fishing expeditions often enough for people to see you thus employed, and thus divert suspicion from your real purpose. As Boon as you have enough stuff made I shall take another trip and work it off. Meanwhile, I shall visit at Burnham's camp, and keep myself informed of tbe movements of Fairfax and his man." "All right," said Hank "and, as I am getting rather sleepy, I guess I'll bunk here on this bench in tbe corner, and you kin take tbe bed in theother room."

Going into the second apartment. Hank procured an armful of skins and blankets, with the help of which be soon bad a comfortable bed on the bench in the corner over the entrance to tbe cellar. Munro took up tbe lamp and entered the inner room, closing the door behind him.

This apartment was similar to the one he had just quitted, except that it had no fireplace. A comfortable bunk, with plenty of skins and blankets, was constructed at one side of tbe room. A rough table occupied the center, with a oouple of rude benches for seats. An old sea chest stood In one corner, and several articles of wearing appearel were hung upon hooks along the wall. Placing the lamp upon the table, Munro unlocked the sea chest and took from it a newspaper, and seating himself by the light, he carefully examined it. First he searched the advertising columns until bis eyes rested upon the following notice:

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to be done before I can jump into its possession. I must get rid of Sidney Fairfax at once. I was a fool to go wandering off to See Waunita when so much work here remained to be done. There is danger in delay, and though Fairfax is unconscious of his good luck an expose may come at any day. especially as this infernal Burnham's Doats will be putting into his camp every trip, and of course those coming from Buffalo will bring papers, and tbe sooner it is done tbe better. And as for the fair Doris, if fair means won't do, I shall use sharper measures to make her my wife."

For some time he sat there, plotting the removal of Sidney Fairfax, and a marriage with Doris Burnham. Then carefully replacing the paper in the chest, and locking the latter, he extinguished the light, and retired to his bonk.

John Munro, as he called himself, was the descendant of a collateral branch of tbe Fairfax family, and a gambler and a villain cf tbe deepest dye. Some months before, it entered his scheming brain tbat the manufacture of counterfeit coin could be safely pursued in thi9 region. Finding an associate they had prepared a lair in the swamp during the early part of the previous winter. His comrade, however, had proved not to bsve the necessary skill to manufacture the bogus coin sufficiently well to dispose of the product, and Munro had found that he had to make the coin himself, as well as disposed of it. His companion thus being an incumbrance, Munro had succeeded in ridding himself of him by buying bim off, and pursued his villainous vocation alone, until he fell in with Hank Goodwin, who proved to have the necessary skill.

During his last trip to the settlements in the East, he bad come across the papers, spoken of above, containing the advertisement inquiring for Fairfax. As the latter and Seth had been in tbe woods all tbe previous winter, be knew tbat he was ignorant of his good fortune. As be, himself, was perfectly familiar with tbe history of tbe Fairfax family, and knowing, too, that he greatly resembled Sidney in personal appearance, there flashed over his evil mind a scheme to put the latter out of the way, and then personating bim to secure the estate for himsel f. Should the plan prove successful, he had determined to dispose of the estate, and with his ill-gotten gains, return to America to reside.

With the earliest light of morning, Munro was awake, and speedily made his prepsrations for departure. Hank soon had a smoking breakfast ready, and tbey both sat down to discuss it.

Hank was in a communicative mood, and turning to Munro said: "They had a big time on tbe lake yesterday, Mr. Munro." "They, who?" inquired Munro. "Oh, that long-legged hunter and his cham, and the Burnhams, and that stumpy boy of theirs," replied Hank. "They was out duck shooting and they got all tbey could carry, and more, too. I laid around and watched them for awhile. Tbat girl of old Burnham's is a tearer, you bet why sbe beat 'em all a sbootin'. I guess that Fairfax is pretty sweet on her, too." "Why, what makes you think so quietly inquired Munro. "Well, I kinder thought he acted that way I watched 'em as tbey were goin' back to his camp to dinner."

Hank's gossip gave Munro an uneasy feeling. "There may be something in what He says. I was a fool to leave this place to see Waunita if be is in danger of falling in love witb Doris Burn bam, I must get him out of the way,as speedily as possible."

Completing bis meal, Munro took tbe same course Tn leaving the swamp that he had followed the previous evening. Reaching the landing spot, near the cabin, be concealed the canoe in its accustomed place and started off in the direction of Fairfax's camp.

He lingered near tbe woods in its vicinity for an hour or two, but saw nothing of the young man or tbe trap-

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abouts of Hidney Fairfax, only son of William Fairfax, deceased. He is requested to communicate at once with tbe undersigned on business of great Importance connected with tbe recent death of his grandfather. Bxrrn

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WATKIWS, Attoraeys-at-law, 182 street New York.

Tbe eyes of Monro gleamed with a crafty light aa he read once more this notice, which he had perused so often tbat he could have reproduced It verbatim. Then turning the paper he perused an article in the news column relating the circumstances of tbe sadden death of Mr. Arthur Fairfax, a wealthy land proprietor of Kent, Eng.. and the mysterious disappearance of 8idney Fairfax, his grandson and only heir, who had come to America, ana after spending several months in the city of New York had suddenly disappeared. It was added tbat he was supposed to have gone to the Northwest on a banting expedition. as be had been traced as far west aa Buffalo, bat farther inquiry had proved useless, and tbe persons engaged in tbe search had been unable to find any farther trace of the missing heir. Munro chuckled as be read tbe closing paragraph which congratulated the tacky heir on his coming into so great log with tbe tv cad befallen him. ds gleefully, while an evil expression flittedover his features. "If there ever was a fortune thrown In a man's way, this haa been thrown in mine," he mattered. "With Sidney Fairfax forever oat of the way and pretty Doris for my wife, I can lord it over the broad Kentish acre* of old Arthur Fairfax, and be one of the lumpiest of men, bat tbem is work

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r. He then started in the direction of Burnham's camp. In order to avoid the undergrowth with which a portion of the forest was covered, be made his way directly to the lake shore, along which the traveling was good. He reached it at a point a mile from Mr. Burnham's camp gazing out over tbe lake, be was astonisned to see young Fairfax fishing alone in a canoe.

Hiding himself in a near clump of bushes, he watched patiently, tbe unconscious young man. His vigil was wearisome, and be drew a sigh of relief as he saw Fairfax put away his fisbing implements, pick up the paddle, and start shoreward.

His little canoe was beaded directly for a small cove, the shores of which were covered with thickets, a short distance away, A thought flashed through Munro's dark brain. He would hide in tbe bushes, and as Fairfax stepped ashore from tbe boat, be would deal bim a blow, which would render bim insensible, then he would fasten a cord about his neck, and tow bim out into deep water. He would take a heavy stone in tbe canoe witb him which be would then fasten to the body by tbe cord, tbas sinking it to tbe bottom then be would make his way by water to tbe swamp, and sinking tbe canoe also at some convenient point, would then return to his cabin.

Noting tbe point at which Fairfax would reach shore, he secreted himself and awaited his coming.

Fairfax plied tbe paddle, unconscious of the fate awaiting him. Munro's eyes were fixed upon him, like those of tbe the tiger crouching for his final spring. A moment later the boat grated against tbe beach. Munro braced himself to deliver tbe death blow. Fairfax arose, and taking np bis rifle, stepped along towards the bow of tbe canoe,

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