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co Ls >. AQ DETECTIVE BOB BRIDGER. should consider her heart large enough to encompass the most ardent parental affection, and possess a surplus to be utilized elsewhere. “Thrown into little company beyond the inmates of her father’s establishment, Alice became attached to handsome Alfonse Godot. | ‘He eonfided to her the reason he had sought a home among strangers, and intimated that his father must die ere many years, and he fall heir to a rich inheritance. “When the maiden learned that Alfonse was a rich man’s son, driven from home, and by no means an ordi- nary coachman, the romance of the situation suited her girl- ish fancy so well that Alfonse and Alice became lovers sworn. “By some accident Dr. Macy became aware that his daughter’s feelings toward Alfonse were not consistent with those of a lady toward a coachman, and he dismissed Alfonse from his employ. “But this did not end the matter. The lovers found methods of intercourse, and finally an elopement was planned, and they were married. | “A gcandal followed, which so infuriated the testy old doctor that, changing his possessions to ready money, he departed from England, resolved to tear all love for his truant child from his heart, and to leave her to her fate. ‘And my curse on the old brute for it!” interjected the Scotch detective, warmly. ‘‘I trust a good stiff hurricane hurried the ship he sailed in to the bottom of the ocean, and that the old scoundrel is there to this moment cooling his fiery brain, for, at all events, he has never been heard from since.” | | As Fandon spoke the old man seated in the easy-chair eave vent to a low moan. The two detectives turned hastily toward him. His eyes were wide open and staring toward them. A moment later they closed, wearily, and the Scotch detective, remarking that ‘‘the old boy was coming about all right,” resumed his story. CHAPTER XI. ‘7 THANK GOD I WAS ROBBED.” ‘For some eighteen months the newly wedded pair lived happily together,” continued the Scotch detective. “By | that time their small means had vanished, and, thinking _ comicbooks.com . = “* > - aa cy \ <: ee - ‘> “-/~.. 4 a. rah “Ab Weve +A Ain we al) Ge 4, r . oh) me