Laura Brayton — page 36: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

LAURA BRAYTON, 27 make such threats. Yet another shares his secret, for a female hand is plain in the writing. Tall, with a scar down his right cheek, severing his upper lip—that is his description. I must read that letter again.” And Enoch Sharp, after this soliloquy, went to the light and re-perused the letter aloud. It was couched in these words: ™ “ENnocH SHARP:—Keen as you are, well-laid as are your plans for revenge and to amass the wealth of others, beware! An avenger, sure, and yet un- seen, is on your own track. Beware! The wealth vou would make your own will yet reach the right- ful heir, and all vour machinations will result in your own destruction. Those live whom you have deemed dead. The dagger you sharpened will pierce your own heart. Sleep, if vou can! You will awake, when even dreams do not warn you, to hear the clank of chains, and feel the iron on your mis- shapen form. Harm not her whom you call Laura Brayton, or the sword will descend which hangs over your bead by only a single thread. Again, be- ware !—beware of him who was dead, but is ALIVE!” This was all, and the face of Enoch Sharp paled ~ and flushed with alternate emotions of fear and anger, as he looked upon the letter. It was written in a beautifully clear and legible hand, but the delicacy of the characters betrayed the sex of the writer. | : “Ten thousand dollars would I give to have him who dictated and her who wrote that letter in my power for a single hour!” he gasped, as he crushed the paper in his nervous hand. comicbooks con