The Prairie Detective: Secret Service Series No. 24 — page 191: what you’re looking at

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& THE PRAIRIE DETECTIVE. | 189 The suits were immediately discontinued, and he was sent to a secure asylum, where he finally died, not more than two years ago. One of the physicians who was with him in his last hours says his hair and beard, which had grown to a great length, were as white as the driven snow, and he appeared al- ways to be haunted by the reproachos of some beauti- ful vision. Upon his death-bed he was violent and troubled, until suddenly pushing his hand underneath his pil- low, he drew out a coil of deep black hair. This he pressed passionately to his lips, and in an instant his ravings ceased. The tears rolled down his cheeks in two great streams, and murmuring, “‘Now,. oh, Heavenly Father, Iam at rest—have mercy on my sinful soul,’? he passed peacefully away. Dan re- ceived the full reward which was offered for Creigh- on’s recovery. Of this Robinson was forced to accept $10,000, and Ryan shared the rest. Old Doc Harper died a year later, and was sin- cerely mourned. Just in the pleasant suburbs outside New York there are two cottages, connected by an arched and blooming vine-trailed arbor. Here reside Dan Bur- dette, the retired detective, and his warm friend, Posey-Ryan. With them lives Jack Robinson, ex- Bloodsucker, but now a solid and iaffientiabenat of business. Almost any day, going by there as the dying sun touches with magic hands the beautiful and neatly kept spot, you may see pretty children. running about the yard, playing with a strange-looking pet which answers to the name of “‘Vixen;’’? while two middle- ‘aged couples, whose identity we may readily guess, (Efe) comicbooks