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The People's literary companion, v. 35 no. 7, February, 1904, [incomplete].
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Shelley, Howard Merrill, 1897-1956.
Date Added
9 January 2014
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Newspaper
Language
English
Publish Date
1904-02
Publisher
Augusta, Me. : E.C. Allen & Co.
Source
Howard Shelley Papers.
Alternate Title
Robbed of a fortune; or, The Dalmuth case / by Howard M. Shelley. Dalmuth case True to the last / by Oliver Optic.
Topic
Shelley, Howard Merrill, 1897-1956. American literature > 19th century > Periodicals. Advertising > United States > Periodicals > 20th century. Augusta (Me.) > Newspapers.
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Vol. 35. No. 7. Augusta, | Maine, February, 1904. M. N. 318.
r tended,” thought Jean, and ¢ immediately The car sped along, and befo:
2 drew close to the trunk ‘of a tree for the men | way to Boston, Branton had tl. ite
were coming in his directio the cmattost ‘detail of this m:
He strained his ears to catch the faintest | ‘The car was soon within the elty’s
sound, and peered out into the dim nlight.|at a small cross street
On came the two n, conversing in low | town, the unknown
tones. They were directly-opposite the detec-} Branton sat still, and then a3 re saw his man
tive’s hiding pla yhen a rough voice ex* plunge down the street he alighted also,
claimed sarcastical! He e corner; there half a_ block
id ‘“ never do for this sort of, business, | ahead ‘bf him rapidly paciog along was the de- Vij
y you're too chicken-hearted tective’s game, Ls
5 re was no reply, and Branton's gaze tell] Branton crossed to the other side of the .... i
nthe white features of Earle Crawford, | street, and walking within the shadow of the Mo SY
and the face of a man Ginever soon before, | houses followed noiselessly, ae
* ‘Her brother,” said Jean inaudibly, and he iast the unknown paused before a mall 14
i knew at that moment that he had discovered | red brick house, and the next moment the door i
the Hist clue towards the solution of the mys- | closed upon him. hs
ry. assed on, noting the house as he did ae | ‘|
‘awford and Jenkins’ passed quickly by, | so, and jotted down the address in his memo- s “ij
and for a ent Jean was undecided as to | randum bool : ery
what cou! ue. e was looking over the pies tg |
Shogld be follow ‘the two men or should | tures in the rogues’ gallery eum]
he search t! rendezvous? In a twinkling | “At last a small cry of satisfaction broke im & ab.
cis story was commenced in the November num- | muth Place; not as himself, hywever, but dis- pis 3 ind was up, and waiting onbil his | his lips. . He had found a picture, the pie red. « fy
Back numbers can be obtained of the pub-| guised as a tram, 80! istance ahead of-him he | face therein co: sirepne with the features of v4 4
Tisbers at two cents each. He approached the kitchen door, and asked followed in their footsteps. known. if 7,
—__ for something 0 eat in the hopes that he oon becal pparent from | the Sirection e Ti ‘e- photdgrapb was Jenkins, S j :
SYNOPSIS. might le to draw some of the servants in- they “took that Crawford ‘and b na | and Branton no Years for rds that a % g.
: night in ust. Marian Dalmuth, the | to. Sonversation ere making rixton Stal fa ‘
og eget otor’Dalmuth, goes tow large ae the Goole hated tramps and set the |* “Pil take a short cut, and then ot | Branton alse discovered that Jenkins as a. SH
c. Knocking on the dog upon him, and Branton was compelled to | them,” thought Jean, and plunging into the clever i write. nt devecthyer” oar
hy Pde ees Crawford, The three withdra but not deteate » field on the left, be burried ormnat t at the station. were oro Eig clk a ‘isu mite pean GT work
. 4 - . it!
& ether, And Marian demands that a will be written | soi remain about the stable,” b be said to him- | pacing up and down the pestiiyorm of Haris | in bie Taahionable Fer eR ETN earefal os
giving the bul of her pus It was growing dark and Jean ade pare wey |Crawford appeared coming up, the wall: he iy orbit of the law, who woted b
bez oves 3 ,
Ho fle an
€ pref that phe ia is "Boston, the “wife of Vance
Dunning, and that he will never see her
for he will not leave the place alive.
her brother bind her husband, , when Bruce Darel
e
ower
Bee a Dalmuth, crying for help, tries to make his
escape in the midst of the alarm. Marian, realiz-
ing ail is lost if-he gets home, raises her revolver—
a aash flightming reveals his body at her feet.
Sictor Dunning and Violet Dalmuth, loving exch
other from childhood, h their fathers are
of Gitter enemies, marry, and the next morning while
they ‘are at breakfast, three policemen enter the
room and Violet is arrested for the murder of her
father. nton enters aroom, where aman
athe telegraph ‘ticks off a smessage Victor Dal-
been murdered. on hastens
bothe ee ene. a oe comb, Marian
- Dalmuth's maid says it belongs to Miss Violet;
: Marion Dalmuth asks to see Jean Bi
yor
e funeral th will is read,
t Jean Branton
i have: nt?
Jenkins visit the cellar where
Brace Daryll is held prisoner; they refuse to lis-
ten to his entreaties, and again leave him to
ranton visits Violet.
i She
door; hearing a footstep on the stairs, steps into
the shadow. “A mau descends and enters the
towards the carriage house.
anced up at the windows 0
room, and herdly nowing s
fe gl ant
muthis Oe
vault.
Marian quickly closes the door and locks it.
oes fro} ellar and applies a match to the
face draperies in ‘the hall and hastens home. ‘The
cry of fire is give:
CHAPTER X.
THE RESCUE.
HEN Jean Branton left Marian
Dalmuth’s presence after that
memorable interview, he
up his mind that the mistress of
Dalmuth Place was the o:
son in e whole world that
could’ shed any light upon the
* dark myst
He knew Ror to be
uilty, for, Concealed be-
ind the curtains, fe bad ard im:
passioned declaration, which be “eelt “pimost
amounted to a confession.
But he also knew from the clever way in
‘ap
which Marian had escaped from the tra)
which he had set for her, that she was a woman
of wonderful res een mentality and
to fasten the cri pO. afterwards
proye it, would tax the brain ot the shrew dest,
“Her tracks are no doubt well c up,”
he mused to himself; “but V’ll not rest until
Ihave an the crime home to the gi
rty.
Par re to Boston, and calling a the
3
: detective | ned inquired if anything had
Jearned concerning the whereabouts of Bruce
Daryll.
Nothin had been heard of the missing secre:
tary, and Branton after a few moments
in @Saversation with persons about the D moe,
depart:
He r emmained in in “Boston the. rest of the
Sut. night found him in the vicinity of ey
SHE GLANCED DOWN BELOW.
‘ WITH
done in an instant, and Branton saw
flash of the light that ber
The next second the win
ed.
thought Branton, “bat . to
whom’
He came out of his hiding place and looked
about.
The windows of her room faced an open
cou try a not a house, except the old mansion ot
thet Da imuths that was no longer
is in the neighbor-
ton. “I must solve this
e cut across the Iawn, and keeping in the
ity shadow of the trees proceeded up the lane to-
ards the old mani
wep give this
tion,” le’ pucteres
think of it befor
It wae by this ine quite dark, but the moon
had risen, and her faint beams it up the land-
elon.
¢ a thorough examina-
toot that I was not to
cape,
Branton was within a stone’s throw of the
use when the front door opened, and tw
men came
“The persons for whom the signal was in-
oad.
lone. #
nh short i. of a. qhnpsuin burst from
ayen o’clock I
5 e hill.”
THE SERVANTS WERE LOOKING UP AT HER
TERROR-FILLED E
80, drew back into the shadow of a tall bush. werhey bs bave 2 separated,” he said to himself,
‘The next instant Marian sppecred a above at | “and the other fellow has, no doubt, gone to
the casement. She glanced 4 ickly about the|catch the trolley or does he live here?”
gr rounds ai d then disappeare: Branton knew that he could put bis hands
Am ment later she ‘reappeared, holding in on Crawford at an. ime, but. the other ma
her hand a smi un n, and imperative that
With another furtive glance about her, she the detective should ascertain his identity and
raised the above her head, and then | hit home.
lashed ‘top vand down and once parallel with | Branton glanced at thes station glock, it was
the top of the window frame in the sign of a| five minutes to eight. that the sub-
= urben trolley r of minutes
,and qu tickly’ catesiating the seconds, and
thea distance to the trolley he found that if he
could catch the next trolley Boston-
is his:man going tbat t direction? Tt
face of the highway, and throi
fw the ¢ bright blue sparks flying from a trol-
and heard the rush of an approach-
mee ‘doubled his speed, and just then a bright-
ly ligt Hghted car ur wang into view around a curve.
it bis
Branton. set ibis teeth, and tore onward like
mad.
Th flew along with lightning speed and
Jean waved his bands tothe motorman. “Stop!
1? he cried.
‘the motorman did not hear him for the trol-
Jey did not slacken spee
“Stop! stop!” Jean Galied again at the top of
his voice, and then the car slowed u
Breathe s gd exh Branton climbed
nknown,
gusted |
ook a seal je unkn
and a once began to serutinize hint n thoroughly.
hia master in
by having
ying apparently
tt Place, never to
shall
3
red
t day “was a busy” Br
He delved inte the pars curcors of ‘bodent.
night a
gis
Ohi ai SP ide emer Used in e
¢ English Language.
66 URRAH!” It used to be ‘Hurray?
d the cry is as old as England. It it
js the battle ery of the old Norse vi- 4
kings as they swe
nd murder among the peaceful British.
aie!” wa 8 their war cry, which means “Thor
aid! an appeal for help to Thor, the god of i
mat * ‘all bu umbugl”
fgthe Irish ‘‘uim
pning borus
enter tthless money from his mint at Dublin,
Perhaps it is. Humbug
bog,” pronounced humbu;
noney. Kin
Rre his «
\owenty-sbill g piece worth two-pence, The Wh
people called it faim bo og.” ay
¥ | It was a Roman niet years ago |
S who first asked “where the shoe pinches.” ‘Ile {
had just divorced his wife and his friencs %
_ to know what was the matter with the
> hey declared she was good and
“Now,” said the <) bend taking o
Kien’t that accu @ does inna, god
down into the Cera
Down into the
crossin,
Wide open. +
place he went, and was :
% the floor when a groan reached his
ears.
He turned to the direction Whence itsounded,
and Agickly “then into the low v:
patent betore him
the “floor bi the white, distorted fod
Dergit . i
He started forward with an amazed cry, a ee
the next instant there came a harsh magne .
ult.
wand th
ere }ii
foffe turne ed, the door of the vault was shut.
He shook it violently but it would not yield.
He was tra reed .
e,was as one stunned, then he
was watchin)
the cords
prisoner, and removed ‘the
“Daryll! Daryll!” he called,
save a low moan from the
Branton bad a flasl of ‘whitey with him ana
he forced some between Daryll’s teeth and
deavored to resuscitate
The time flew
worked over
Qiiat once ihe noticed that the « eatmosphere in ,
nm he de- '
oO answer,
unhiéeded, while Jean
3
mR
ag 4
His face grew pal eath. 1
“My God!” he cried | hoarsely, “that fiend has ‘
fired the house!”
‘Warmer and warmer grew the little vault,
and Be jon the Smoke began to filter in, over the t
op anton fa flashed his lantern about the place.
ere Was no exit, except through the door he
had entered, and in a frenzy he" threw himself
against it.
Again and again he tried to force the door,
but in vain; he was doomed to an awful death. }
on pully Billy” he cried, the sweat. standing out '
n his forebead, and his voice choked with the *
emo e. to
He could hear the crackle of burning timbers | .
and in c one last attempt he threw himself upon, st
the do oor, and kicke
ont Bill, Bill, for God’s sake saye me!”
‘The next instan
Bill plunged into the val
(CONTINUED on PAGE 3.)
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