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"I don't know why you should be surprised, Miss Douglas," returned Orton Campbell, offended. "I have never given you any reason to suppose that I regarded you with favor." "You have always seemed glad to see me, but perhaps that was only coquetry," said Orton, in a disagreeable manner. "I certainly have never treated y...
"I don't think, Miss Douglas, you would find me a bad match," said the young man, condescending to drop his sneering tone and plead his cause. "I am already worth a good sum of money. I am my father's partner, and I shall become richer every year." "It is not a matter of money with me, Mr. Campbell. When I marry, that ...
Perhaps he understood her, for he continued: "Of course I don't care for that, you know. I should offer myself to you if you had nothing." This Florence Douglas thoroughly disbelieved. She answered coldly, "I thank you for the compliment you pay me, but I beg you to drop the subject." "I will wait." "You will wait in v...
Orton Campbell was very much chagrined, and reported the result of his suit to his father. "I will speak to her myself," said the father. "As her guardian I ought to have some influence with her." He soon ascertained, however, that Florence Douglas had a will of her own. After a time he dropped persuasion and had recou...
"I am quite aware of that fact, sir." "And I shall remain in that position till you have completed your twenty-fifth year." "That is quite true, sir." "If you take any imprudent steps I shall think it necessary to interfere."
"What do you mean, sir?" "I shall not allow you to fall a prey to any designing fortune-hunter." "You need not fear, sir: I am in no danger." "I am of a different opinion. I am quite aware that Richard Dewey has been seeking to ingratiate himself with you."
"Then," said his ward with dignity, "I have no hesitation in informing you that he has succeeded." "Ha! I thought so. That is why you rejected my son." "Excuse me, sir: you are quite mistaken. I should refuse your son if there were no other man in the world likely to marry me." "And what is the matter with my son, Miss...
Florence might have answered that he was too much like his father, but she did not care to anger her guardian unnecessarily, and she simply answered, "It would be quite impossible for me to regard him as I wish to regard the man whom I hope to marry." "But you could regard Richard Dewey in that way," sneered Campbell. ...
"That word will better apply to your son," said the young lady, coldly. "I shall not remain here to have Mr. Dewey insulted." "You will repent this, Miss Douglas," said her guardian, with an ugly frown. "Mark my words: I will keep you and Dewey apart. I have the power, and I will exert it." Two weeks later Richard Dewe...
MR. CAMPBELL RECEIVES TIDINGS OF HIS WARD. "It is strange we can't find Florence," said Orton Campbell to his father one morning some months after the young lady's departure. "Is there no clue?" "The detective I have employed has failed to trace her." "Has he no theory?"
"He suggests that she may have gone to Europe," said Mr. Campbell, "but I am not of that opinion." "What do you think, then?" "I suspect she has buried herself in some obscure country place under some assumed name, there to remain till she has attained her twenty-fifth year, when my guardianship ceases." "When will tha...
"Six months hence." "It is very important, then, that we should find her before that time," said Orton Campbell, thoughtfully. "That is true. After the time referred to my power ceases, and I shall be unable to assist you in your plans." "Her fortune amounts to one hundred and fifty thousand dollars, does it not?"
"More than that. The interest has been accumulating till it amounts to nearer one hundred and seventy thousand dollars." Orton Campbell's eyes sparkled with covetous greed. "That is a stake worth playing for," he said. "With what I have of my own, it would make me independently rich." "Just so, Orton," said his father....
"And nothing stands in the way but the caprice of a foolish girl! I declare, father, it is too exasperating. Suppose we try another detective? Your man can't be very sharp." "I have no objection, Orton," said the merchant, "but as he would be employed in your interest, it is only fair that you should pay the expense in...
"I'll tell you what I will do, father: if she is found and I marry her, I'll freely pay the whole expense." "Suppose we find her, and she won't marry you: what then?" asked his father, keenly. The son looked nonplussed, but finally consented in that case to defray the expense out of his private means--that is, if it co...
"Who is he, Saunders?" "I think it's Jones, who used to be in your employ as light porter." "How does he look? Well-to-do?" "He is decidedly shabby," answered Saunders.
"Come to ask help, probably," muttered the merchant. "I think I won't see him." Saunders left the office, but presently returned. "Well, has he gone?" asked the merchant. "No; he says he wants to see you on business of importance."
"Of importance to himself, probably.--Shall I see him, Orton?" "Yes, father. If he is humbugging us, we can send him off." So permission was given, and almost immediately Saunders ushered into the room a short, broad-shouldered fellow, who looked very much like a professional tramp. "Good-morning, Mr. Campbell," said h...
"Humph, Jones, is it you? You don't look as if you had prospered." "No more I have, sir." "Don't come near me. Really, your appearance is very disreputable." "I can't help that, sir. I've just come from California in the steerage, and you can't keep very neat there."
"I believe you went to California to make your fortune, didn't you, Jones?" said Orton Campbell, with a cynical smile. "Yes, Mr. Orton, I did." "And you didn't make it, I infer from your appearance." "I haven't got much money about me now," said Jones, with a shrug and a smile.
"You would have done better not to have left my employment, Jones," said the merchant. "You wanted higher pay, I believe, and as I wouldn't give it, you decided that you could better yourself at the mines." "That is about so, sir." "Well, and what luck did you have?" "Good luck at first, sir. I made a thousand dollars ...
"Indeed!" said Orton, in surprise. "I came with it to San Francisco, and gambled it away in one night. Then I was on my beam-ends, as the sailors say." "Did you go back?" "No. I went to work in the city, and managed to get enough money to buy a steerage passage, and here I am."
"I suppose you have come to ask me to take you back into my employ? That, I take it, is your business with me." "No, sir--not exactly." "Then, what is it?" asked the merchant, looking a little puzzled. It crossed his mind that Jones might so far have forgotten his rule never to give away money for any purpose as to sup...
"Are you out of your head, Jones?" demanded Orton Campbell, amazed at the man's effrontery. "Not at all." "If this is meant as a joke, Jones," said the merchant in a dignified tone, "it is a very poor--and, I may add, a very impudent--one. What possible claim have you on us, that you should expect such a favor?" "Have ...
"No. What has my ward to do with your concerns?" "I have seen her," answered Jones, briefly. "Where?" asked John Campbell and his son simultaneously. "That information belongs to me," said Jones, quietly. "A detective doesn't work without pay."
The two Campbells now began to see the point. This man had information to sell, and would not give it up without what he considered suitable compensation. They determined to drive the best possible bargain with him. He was poor, and probably could be bought over for a small sum. "Your information is worth something, Jo...
"I know where she is now," said Jones. "Is she in California?" "I don't mind telling you as much as that, Mr. Orton." "Then we can find her without your assistance."
"I don't think you can. At any rate, it will take time, especially as, if you don't make a bargain with me, I shall write her that you are on her track." Father and son looked at each other. It was evident that Jones was no fool, and they would be obliged to submit to his terms or give up the search, which was not to b...
"That you pay my expenses back to California and one thousand dollars," said Jones, promptly. "If you or Mr. Orton will go with me, I will show you where she lives, and then you can take your own course." This was finally agreed to, and Orton Campbell and the ex-porter sailed by the next steamer for San Francisco, wher...
Florence Douglas had now been an inmate of Mrs. Armstrong's household for some months. She avoided making acquaintances, and therefore was often lonely. But she was buoyed up by the thought that Richard Dewey was somewhere in the State, and that the two messengers whom she had sent out would eventually find him. She fe...
Her heart gave a great bound. Who could it be but Richard Dewey who would call upon her? "Did he give his name?" she asked, in agitation. "No; he said you would know him." "It must be Richard," she said to herself; and, controlling her agitation as well as she could, she descended to the parlor. She paused a moment bef...
It was so unexpected and so bitter a disappointment that an expression of blank dismay overspread her face, and she sank into the nearest chair without venturing on a single word of greeting. "You didn't expect to see me, Miss Douglas?" said Orton, enjoying the effect of his appearance, for he had never deceived himsel...
"You don't appear very glad to see me," he continued. "Why should I appear so? You know very well that I am not glad to see you," said the heiress, frankly. "That is complimentary," said Orton, rather provoked, though he knew very well in advance that such was her feeling. "I suppose you didn't come here for compliment...
"You are right: I didn't." "May I ask if you are in San Francisco on business?" "You take things very coolly, I must say, Miss Douglas. Certainly you cannot be ignorant of my motive in coming here at great personal inconvenience." "I hope I have nothing to do with your reason."
"You are the sole reason." "I am sorry to hear it." "I came to remonstrate with you on the very unwise step you took in running away from your legal guardian." "My legal guardian, as you call him, though I look upon him as such only as far as my property is concerned, rendered the step necessary."
"I don't see how." "In plain terms, Mr. Orton Campbell, I believe that you and your father entered into a conspiracy to keep my fortune in the family by inducing me to become your wife." "I certainly did ask you to become my wife, but it was not because of your fortune," answered the young man. Florence's lip curled. S...
"You may believe me or not," he said, doggedly; "but why should you think so poorly of yourself as to suppose you have nothing to attract lovers except your money?" "I may not be so modest as you suppose, Mr. Campbell. I do believe that I have won the love of a true and noble man. My doubt only related to yourself." "Y...
"By the way, he came to California, I believe." "Yes." "And you came here in pursuit of him?" he added, with a sneer. "I came here to find him, knowing that in him I had a true friend, while your father's persecution and your own made me feel the need of one."
"Have you found him? Do you know where he is?" asked Orton Campbell, eagerly. "I only know he is somewhere at the mines. I have taken steps to find him, and hope eventually to succeed." "Why don't you advertise?" asked the young man, with an angry sneer. "Would you advise it?" asked Miss Douglas, coolly.
"No," muttered Orton, for he feared such a step might prove successful. "What steps have you taken?" he asked. "I prefer to keep them to myself." "Miss Douglas," said Orton Campbell, after a pause, "all this is very foolish and humiliating. There is only one proper course for you to pursue." "What is it?"
"Return to New York with me in the next steamer, and place yourself once more under the care of my father, whose protection you never ought to have left." "'Protection'!" repeated Florence, with bitter emphasis. "What protection did he give me?" "All that was required." "'All that was required'? You know very well that...
"That is not true," said Orton Campbell, rather confused. "'Not true'? He distinctly threatened to do it as a means of terrifying me into compliance with his and your wishes. It was not until then that I decided to leave your house and seek some place of refuge until time and the law should set me completely free from ...
"It is convenient, Mr. Orton Campbell," she retorted with spirit, "to charge with madness those who oppose us. At home I felt afraid of your threats: here I am secure." He thought that perhaps he had gone too far, since the young lady was independent of him, and it was not certain that he could gain possession of her. ...
"Let me urge you to consent to an immediate marriage with me, and to accompany me home on the next steamer. My father will receive you as a daughter, and never allude to your flight." "I suppose I ought to thank you for your disinterested proposal, Mr. Campbell, but I can only tell you that you ask what is entirely out...
He rose slowly from his seat, and an evil look came into his eyes. "She has not done with me yet," he muttered as he left the house. CHAPTER XXIII. A SECRET CONFERENCE. The affairs of Florence Douglas are so interwoven with the fortunes of my young hero that I find myself obliged to devote a part of my space to their r...
After leaving the presence of Miss Douglas he took a walk, to consider the situation and decide what it was most expedient to do. He was spending considerable time and money in the effort to recover his father's ward, and he did not like to fail. Yet it was not easy to decide upon any plan which would bring success. It...
"Then she wasn't glad to see you?" said Jones, with a grin. "By no means. She hardly treated me with civility." "That's because of the other man," said Jones, sagaciously. "You are right. Mr. Dewey, as I learned, is in California."
"Then maybe they have an understanding together." "No; she doesn't know where he is." Jones was puzzled, and showed it in a way common to men of his class. He scratched his head and looked perplexed. "Then, what good is it for her to stay here?" he asked, after a pause.
"She is taking steps to find this Dewey, who is somewhere at the mines, though she would not tell me what they were. He may turn up any time, and then good-bye to all my hopes." "You want to marry her yourself, Mr. Orton?" "Of course. Otherwise I wouldn't have come so far in search of her." "The young lady is very rich...
"She has a moderate fortune," replied Orton, guardedly; "but that doesn't influence me." "Of course not," said Jones; but there was something in his tone which made Campbell eye him sharply. "I am no fortune-hunter," said he, stiffly. "You'd want to marry her just the same if she hadn't a cent?"
"Of course I would," snapped Orton. "Now, that's what I call real love," said Jones. "To be sure, you're rich yourself, and needn't mind." "Precisely so. I may not be rich, but I can support a wife." "As the young lady prefers some one else, I suppose we may as well go home?"
"That's what I want to talk to you about, Jones. Very likely this Dewey is dead; at any rate, he's a mere fortune-hunter. Now, although Florence doesn't care to marry me now, if our marriage could be brought about she would no doubt be reconciled to it after a while. Now, Jones, have you anything to suggest?" Orton Cam...
It may be added that of the thousand dollars which he was to receive for his information he had actually received but three hundred, Orton Campbell having on various pretexts put off paying him. He received the assurance that this also should be paid him without further delay as soon as the plan referred to was success...
"If I could only hear from Richard Dewey!" she fervently ejaculated. "If he were here I would have nothing to fear." Two days passed, and, considerably to her relief, she heard nothing from Campbell. She began to hope that he had given up his purpose and made arrangements to return to the East. She was determined to re...
"I would give him a piece of my mind, you may depend upon that." "He would be rude to you." "In that case I would order him out of the house," said Mrs. Armstrong, resolutely. "The man needs a lesson, and I should like to be the one to give it to him." "I shall be very glad to have you meet him in my place," said the y...
"That you shall! I only hope he'll come soon. He'll find one woman that isn't afraid of him." "I am not afraid of him, Mrs. Armstrong, but I own that I am apprehensive of what he may do. It would not surprise me at all if he should make his appearance with some needy physician who for a fee will be ready to pronounce m...
On the afternoon of the third day a knock was heard at the door, for as yet it was unprovided with a bell. Mrs. Armstrong and Florence were sitting together. The two glanced at each other, and the same thought came to each. "It may be Orton Campbell," said Florence, who was the first to speak.
"Then let me go to the door. Stay where you are, Miss Douglas; I will receive the gentleman." But when the landlady opened the door she saw a man who looked like a coachman. A covered carriage was at the gate, which he had evidently driven. "Well, sir, what can I do for you?" demanded the landlady, sharply. "Is there a...
"Miss Florence Douglas boards here," answered Mrs. Armstrong. "I've got a message for her, ma'am." "If it's from Mr. Orton Campbell, you can go back and tell him that she won't receive any messages from him," said the landlady, resolutely. "I don't know who you mean, ma'am," replied the man, in apparent surprise. "I do...
"Then who sent you?" inquired the landlady, whose turn it was to be surprised. "It's a man just come from the mines," said the driver--"a Mr. Dewey." Florence had drawn near to the head of the stairs in her interest to hear who had called, and she caught the name of her lover. She came flying down stairs, and demanded ...
"This will explain everything, miss," he said. Florence took the paper, and with some difficulty read it. It ran thus: "DEAR FLORENCE: I have struggled to reach you, but have been struck down by fever when I was nearly at the end of my journey. I have had bad luck at the mines, and was almost discouraged, when I learne...
"RICHARD DEWEY." The writing was hurried--indeed, it was hardly more than a scrawl. "He must be very weak," thought Florence, her heart swelling with painful emotions.--"My good friend," she said to the landlady, "Richard is sick and poor. He asks me to come to him. I must go." "But can you trust that man? Is the lette...
"I am sure it is genuine. It is written as Richard would write." "But don't be in haste, Miss Douglas--Florence. Make some inquiries, and find out whether this news can be depended upon." "Would you have me hesitate when Richard needs me?" asked Florence, reproachfully. "No, Mrs. Armstrong, I must go, and at once. I ha...
"Were Ben and Mr. Bradley with him? Why didn't one of them come?" "Because, miss," said Jones with ready invention, though he had never heard of either of the persons mentioned, "one went for the doctor, and the other stayed to take care of him." This seemed very plausible. Without a particle of suspicion Florence Doug...
WALKING INTO A TRAP. The thought that she was so soon to see Richard Dewey, and to minister to his comfort, was a source of pleasure to Florence. Her patient waiting was at length to be rewarded. What mattered it to her that he was poor and sick? He had all the more need of her. "It's a long ride, miss," said Jones as ...
"I don't rightly know. It's a matter of ten miles, I'm thinkin'." "Very well." Jones resumed his seat, and Florence gave herself up to pleasant thoughts. She felt thankful that she was blessed with abundant means, since it would enable her to spare no expense in providing for the sick man. Others might call him a fortu...
"It is some poor place, probably," she reflected, "but if he can be moved I will have him brought into town, where he can see a skilful doctor daily." At the end of an hour and a half there was a sudden stop. Florence looked out of the carriage-window, and observed that they were in front of a shabby-looking dwelling o...
"No, but I am glad we have arrived." "It's a poor place, miss, but Mr. Dewey was took sick sudden, so I was told, and it was the best they could do." "It doesn't matter. Perhaps he can be moved." "Perhaps so. Will you go in?"
"Yes." The door was opened, and a slatternly-looking woman of sinister aspect appeared at the threshold. Florence took no particular notice of her appearance, but asked, hurriedly, "How is he?" "Oh, he'll get along," answered the woman, carelessly. "Will you come in?" "He is not dangerously sick, then?" said Florence, ...
"He's got a fever, but ain't goin' to die this time." "This is Mrs. Bradshaw, Miss Douglas," said Jones, volunteering an introduction. "I thank you, Mrs. Bradshaw, for your kindness to a sick man and a stranger," said Florence, earnestly. "Can I see him now?" "Yes, miss, if you'll just walk up stairs. I hope you'll exc...
"Oh, don't mention it." In a tumult of emotion Florence followed her guide up a rough staircase. On the landing Mrs. Bradshaw opened a door and, standing aside, invited Florence to enter. On a sofa, with his back to her, lay the figure of a man covered with a shawl.
"Richard!" said the visitor, eagerly. The recumbent figure slowly turned, and revealed to the dismayed Florence, not the face of the man she expected to see, but that of Orton Campbell. "Mr. Campbell!" she ejaculated, in bewilderment. "I see you know me, Miss Douglas," said Orton Campbell, throwing off the shawl and ri...
For the first time it dawned upon Florence that she had walked into a trap. She hurried to the door and strove to open it, but Mrs. Bradshaw had locked it. "What does this mean, Mr. Campbell?" she demanded with spirit, in spite of her terror. "Is this unworthy trick of your devising?" "I am afraid I must confess that i...
"Yes." "And the note?" "I wrote it myself." "Then, sir, you have acted shamefully," said Florence, indignantly.
"I am afraid I have," said Orton Campbell, smiling, "but I couldn't help it!" "'Couldn't help it'?" repeated Miss Douglas. "No; you would not receive me, and I had to contrive an interview." "Do you know anything of Richard Dewey?"
"No; he is perfectly well, so far as I know, or he may be dead. Pray be seated." "I would rather stand. May I ask what you expect to gain by this base deception?" "Your consent to a marriage with me." "Then it is clear you don't know me, Orton Campbell."
"It is quite as clear, Miss Florence Douglas, that you don't know me." "I believe you capable of any atrocity." "Then you do know me. I am capable of anything that will break down your opposition to my suit." "Do you propose to keep me here?"
"Yes, until you give me a favorable answer." "That will never be." "Then you will stay here an indefinite period." "Are there no laws in California?"
"None that will interfere with me. The people who live here are devoted to my interests, as you will find. I don't wish to hurry you in your decision, and will therefore leave you for the present. Your meals will be sent you at regular times, and I will call again to-morrow." He drew a key from his pocket, opened the d...
A HARD-HEARTED JAILER. Florence soon recovered a degree of self-possession, and began to consider the situation. The room in which she so unexpectedly found herself a prisoner was about fifteen feet square. There were two front windows, from which she took a survey of the neighborhood, which she had but slightly observ...
"They evidently anticipated that I would try to escape," she thought to herself. Next her thoughts recurred to the woman who appeared to be the mistress of the house. Not that she had any intention of appealing to her kindness of heart, for the hard-featured Mrs. Bradshaw was not a woman likely to be influenced by any ...
"Mind, Mrs. Bradshaw, you must not let the young lady leave her room on any consideration." "All right, sir." "I take it for granted, Mrs. Bradshaw, you are not easily taken in?" "I should say not, sir," said the woman, emphatically.
"The young lady will try to impose upon you while I am away." "Then she'd better save her trouble," said Mrs. Bradshaw, tossing her head. "She's very artful," said Orton. "Most crazy people are." "You don't mean to say she's crazy?" said Mrs. Bradshaw in surprise. "She don't look like it."
"You are quite right. She doesn't look like it, but she wrong here," continued Campbell, tapping his forehead. "Why, she fancies herself immensely rich, Mrs. Bradshaw, when, as a matter of fact, she's a penniless cousin of mine, who would have gone to the poorhouse but for my father's charity." "You don't say so!" excl...
"Some time since she managed to elude our vigilance and escaped from our home in Albany. Knowing how feeble-minded she was, we felt very anxious about her, but for some time were unable to get a trace of her. Finally, we learned that she had been seen in California, and I came out at great personal inconvenience to bri...
"So she is, and if her mind were healthy I can imagine that she would be admired. As it is, her beauty counts for nothing." "To be sure!" "I hope to calm her down, and induce her without a violent disturbance to embark on the next steamer for New York with me. She won't listen to me now, but I shall call to-morrow fore...
"She will probably tell you that she came to California in search of her lover, who is at the mines. Of course there is no such person, but she thinks there is." "I understand," said the woman, confidently. "I thought you would. Well, Mrs. Bradshaw, I will see you to-morrow. I am sure you are to be relied upon." About ...
"I hope you've got an appetite, miss," she said. "Stay a moment," said Florence, eagerly. "I want to speak to you." "Now it's coming," thought Mrs. Bradshaw, with some curiosity. She was rather taken aback by the first words of her prisoner: "How much money has Mr. Orton Campbell promised to pay you for assisting him i...
"Well, I declare!" said Mrs. Bradshaw, bridling, for though she had been bribed she did not like to confess it. "He is to pay me rent for this room," she said, after a pause. "Then I am your lodger, am I?" asked Florence. "I suppose so," answered the woman, rather embarrassed by this unexpected question.
"Very well, then. I don't think I care to occupy the room. I will pay you a week's rent out of my own purse, and leave you after supper." "I think not," said Mrs. Bradshaw, decidedly. "Then I am to consider myself your prisoner?" "You may call it so if you like."
"It is just as well to call things by their right names. Of course Mr. Campbell has hired you to detain me here. Tell me how much he is to pay you, and I will pay you more to release me." "Then you are rich, I suppose?" said the woman. "Yes, I am rich." Mrs. Bradshaw laughed. "You are worth several millions, I suppose?...
"Certainly not. Who told you so?" "Mr. Campbell warned me that you would pretend you were rich." "It is no pretence; I am rich, though at present his father has the greater part of my fortune under his charge." "Oh, of course!" said the woman, laughing again. "I understand all about it."
"What has Orton Campbell told you?" asked Florence, suspiciously. "He said you would pretend to be rich, and try to bribe me, though you were only a poor relation of his who would have gone to the poorhouse unless his father had supported you out of charity." "He has deceived you, Mrs. Bradshaw. His father wanted me to...
"Because the man whom I really loved was at work somewhere in the mines." "Ho! ho!" laughed Mrs. Bradshaw, loudly. "Why do you laugh?" "Because you are as crazy as a loon. Mr. Campbell told me just what you would say. He told me all about your stealing money from his father's desk, and running off to California after a...
"Did he dare to slander me in that way?" demanded Florence, so indignantly that her jailer drew back in some alarm. "No violence, miss, if you please," she said. "You'd better be quiet, or you'll have to be tied." "Good Heavens!" exclaimed Florence, "I would not have believed Orton Campbell so false and artful!" "He's ...
CHAPTER XXVII. A STAR IN THE CLOUD. Meanwhile, though things looked dark for Florence and favorable for her persecutor, there was one circumstance that threatened failure to the latter's plans. Orton Campbell was a mean man, and his meanness in this instance worked against him. He had promised his confederate, Jones, a...
Orton Campbell was about to go out when Jones appeared at his hotel. "I would like to see you a few minutes, Mr. Orton," said the man respectfully. "You must come some other time, Jones," said Campbell, carelessly; "I've got an engagement." "I must see you now, sir," said Jones, still respectfully, but in a resolute to...
"'Must'?" repeated Orton Campbell, arching his brows. "You are impertinent." "Call me what you please," said Jones, doggedly; "I'm not to be put off." "What do you mean?" demanded his employer, angrily. "You know well enough. I want the money you are owing me."
"You seem to be in a hurry," said Campbell, with a sneer. "You don't," retorted Jones. "All I ask is that you will keep your promise." "What promise do you refer to?" "'What promise do I refer to?' You said if I would join you in _kidnapping_--"
"Hush!" said Orton looking around, apprehensive of listeners. "The young lady," Jones continued, "you would pay me the seven hundred dollars you owed me, and two hundred dollars extra for my help." Now, Orton Campbell knew very well that he had made this promise, but the payment of nine hundred dollars he dreaded as mu...

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