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SS —— — —- —_————_____ Thus ended Barney Driver’s hopes of living com- fortably on his ill-gotten gains in another part of the country. He died with his plunder clasped to his bosom. _ CO CHAPTER XIV. CONCLUSION—SOME MYSTERIES CLEARED UP. ‘Do not grieve,”’ ihe Demon Doctor was saying kindly, the next day, to Clara. “ But try and clear his name as much as you can by making restitu- An elderly gentleman, with gray hair and a kindly expression, was sitting in the Demon Doctor’s own chair, while Lucette, wrence Sinclair and Mike Carroll were listening to a narrative told by Clara. ‘‘Here is the paper that Barney wanted to sell to you,” said Clara. ‘‘He gaveit to me to mind, and told me never to let it go out of my hands until he asked me for it,”’ ! ‘ The Demon Doctor took it from her hand and glanced over it. ‘** Why, this is the will of Alex. Golden, in which he bequeath all his proper: real and personal, to his twin nieces, Mabel and _Lucette, who, to the best of bis belief, are now in Paris (that is, at the date of the will, sixteen years ago), but whose exact where- abouts he cannot tell. The will then goes on to say that, having quarreled with his brother, Wilton, sev- eral years ago, over 4 trifling matter. he wishes to rovide for his two children in the future, in the So ee of making some amends at least for his un- brotherly conduct.”’ “Begorra, now, that Alexander Goolden must have been a foine mon,”’ said Mike Carroll, who had been listening to the Demon Doctor's words with unbounded interest. ‘I wondher if he’s aloive.”’ “Yes,” said the gray-headed man, suddenly. I am Alexander Golden.”’ ‘Och, be gob! Who'd ha’ thought it?’’ said Mike, opening his eyes very wide. Yes,” said the gray-headed man, who was indeed none other than the cashier whom Barney Driver had attempted to rob on the evening before. ‘* My name is Alexander Golden, and I wrote that will many years ago. But, is there not something more?’ ** Yes,”’ said the Demon Doctor. of paper attached, containing more writing. * P’r’aps it’s a coodoysil,”’ said Mike. The Demon Doctor read from it: ‘“‘My two nieces can be identified in a certain way. On the arm of each, half-way between the wrist and the elbow, is asmal) white mark. That on Mabel is in the form of a crescent, and that on Lucette a star, The devices, which are natural birth-marks, are very clearly defined, a physician having stated in my presence, when the children were babies, that the signs would be as distinguishable when they grew to womanhood as in infancy.” Without a word the Demon Doctor took Lucette’s hand and bared her arm. The star was plainly marked! “* At last.”’ said the Demon Doctor, ‘‘ my Lucette has found her real name.”’ ‘“*T have no name but yours, father,”’ said Lucette, pam her arms around his neck. “I have often eard how you saved the lives of my sister and my- self at the risk of your own, when the ocean steamer went down off the Banks of Newfound land, and my poor father and mother were drowned.” “Och, murther! yis, I know what it is when there is a ruction at say,”’ said Mike Carroll. “ It's jist the wo1rust thing yez iver saw, so it is!” ‘*T never saw the children before that awful night, They weré cabin passengers and I was traveling from Paris to New York by steerage. So I never knew who their parents were,’’ went on the Demon Doctor, simply. ° Pecteusne Le Fevre,”’ said Mr. Golden, taking the Demon Doctor’s hand. ‘“‘ You saved my life last night and added one more to the many debts of gratitude I owe you. We have long been close friends, and now, lam sure, we shall be brothers, Strange that I never should have chanced to inquire the name of your daughter before. It might have sooner led to her recovery.” ‘*Bnt my sister, Mabel, father. Howis it I have never seen her, oreven heard you speak of her?” said Lucette. The Demon Doctor looked troubled. “T donot know,” he said, sadly. ‘* We landed in New York, and I had you both in my care, with the intention of bringing y ou Up as my own,” Yes,” said Mr. Golden, eagerly, “T left the two little onesin a hotel in New York while I went out to make arrangements for our journey to Pittsburg, where I intended to settle down. When I returned, Lucette was there. but Mabel was gune. No one in the hotel could tell me anything about it. The children had been left in the care of a chambermaid, who had aliowed them to play about the halls Mabel had disappeared. That was all she knew, and that is all I have been able to find out from that day to this. In @ small leather tied around the neck of Lucette, were a quanti- ty of jewels—diamonds. I found the bag when we landed in New York, and I saved it carefully for the children. A week ago the bag was stolen, I believe by Barney Driver.” . They’ were” broke in Clara, with a sob. Barney had them in the mine, I know. “Then they are lost, irretrievably, I am afraid,” said the Demon Doctor, ‘Nothing can have been saved in that part of the mine after such a terrible explosion.” : “T have * Where is Deadhold?” asked Lucette. ater shall still continue te call the Demon * eotaa ~ ‘* Here is a piece 9 The Demon Doctor. ‘‘An’ who bees Deadhould?” asked Mike Carroll. “Sure that’s a new wan on me,”’ ““T believe you know him as Frank Trenton,”’ re- turned the Demon Doctor. “But Barney Driver spoke of him as Deadhold, and the name seemed so appropriate that I have used it since. He is a bright young man, though he does not seem to have more strength than Lucette there.” ‘“‘Heis a funny boy. I took a great fancy to him,” said Lawrence Sinclair, speaking for the first time. He had been so intent in watching Lucette andinlistening to the story of her early life and antecedents that he had felt no wish to talk him. elf. “I'll go and look for him,”’ said the Demon Doctor. ‘“*He must be somewhere in the house I should think.” “I don’t think so,” said Clara. ‘Look in the mine.”’ The girl spoke so confidently, asif she knew that the boy would be there, that the Demon Doctor, with a motion to Lawrence Sinclair, went out im- meciacely: It was broad daylight, being about ten o'clock in the morning after the explosion, but was dark in the corridor of the mine. Au electric light shone from the Demon Doctor’s breast at his bidding, and made the ruin and dis- turbance of the interior plain to everybody. The whole party followed the Demon Doctor as he explored the cavern. he force of the explosion, while it had not reached to this part of the mine, had still blocked it up so that they could not proceed safely very far. ‘What would the b’ye be doin’ here, onyhow?” said Mike Carroll. ‘Sure, hec’u’dn’tixpect to foind onythin’ now that all the insoide uv it has gone oop in shmoke an’ cinders.” * He is here somewhere,”’ said Clara, quietly. The girl evidently knew more than she told, for she walked boldly along close by the Demon Doctor, as if she knew that they would find something pres- ently to reward their search. ‘*‘ What is this under our feet?” asked Mr. Golden. “It is one of those small recesses or closets where the miners used to keep their tools and working clothing, I expect,” said the Demon Doctor, raising atrap. Then, after peering into it, he said: ** No; it’s an old stable. Comedown,. It slopes easily. I suppose the pit mules used to pass a good portion of their existence here.” With the Demon Doctor leading and showing a light, all walked down the slope, where the faint smell of hay and straw gave token that it was in- deed a stable in the long ago. ““Foony place,” commented Mike Carroll. ‘*‘There does not seem to be anything down here,” said Lawrence Sinclair. ““Howly Moses,” burst from Mike, as the little Irishman turned around to run up the slope. ‘* What's the matter, Mike?” asked Lawrence. “Ow! Ow! A ghost! A ghost! A white ghost! I seen it, wid me own eyes, begorra!”’ He was evidently very much terrified, as he point- ed poate a corner = the ect, is moment. the ‘‘ghost”’ ste from be- hind a heap of lumber and rock, and + i revealed, in the person of a graceful young girl, about the same age as Lucette. She wore a dark traveling-suit and a jaunty hat, with a vail closely drawn over her face. The “white” ghost was the result only of Mike Carroll’s imagination. “Do not ask me any questions, Professor Le Fevre,”’ said the stranger, in a musical voice. *“‘ But let me go to your house, where perhaps I can give you some information that will interest you.” The Demon Doctor, surprised as he was to find a strange young lady in such a place, and still more surprised that she knew his name, did not make any reply, but stood back to allow her to pass out first, showing her a light as he did so. A quarter of an hour later all were once more eeered in the Demon Doctor’s study, with the ad- ition of the strange young lady, who still wore her hat and vail. The latter was speaking. ‘This girl,” she said. ‘is my friend, and can cor- roborate me, if necessary,” placing her gloved hand on Clara’s shoulder. . _t have known her for years,”’ said Clara, simply. She was stolen from a New York hotel when a baby, by—my mother.” jo our mother? ’ said the Demon Doctor. “Yes, but do not speak harshly of her. She is lon since dead. Mabel here was my companion unti five years ago. Then—then I met Barney, and a year later we were married. Mabel had learned to a telegraph operator and could always make a good living. A year agolI heard that she had gone into another business—a detective, but | never saw ‘* Mabel!’ exclaim ucette, clasping h - found sister to her bosom. ; son bisatertan / ‘*Mvy daughter,”’ said the Demon Doctor. ‘* Will the young lady let us see her arm?” asked the cre ib with the caution taught by a long career in a ban piers helped oe pull 5 wd sleeve, and there, ainly enough, w crescent, standing o learl * the white flesh of her rounded arm. —_- ‘ “Yes, you are undoubtedly my niece.” said Mr. Golden. ‘Henceforth your home is with your old bachelor uncle, is it not?’ “If you wish it,” said Mabel, placing her hand trustinigly in that of Mr. Golden: 4 | “* But let us see your face, my dear,” said the old ntleman, ‘We cannot hind thot vail.” tell what you look like 13 mgood, with a swift movement, drew the vail from er face. ‘“* Deadhold!”’ exclaimed the Demon Doctor. “Frank Trenton!” cried Luwrence Sinclair and Mike Carroll. To say tkat the speakers were astonished would convey but a faint idea of their intense wonder- ment. lhe young lady, whom we must now call Mabeb Golden, but who has hitherto been known to us as Frank Trenton and Deadhold, smiled, as ste ex- plained that, having just been engaged as a female detective, she had found it easier to follow up her chosen profession as a boy, and, as Frank Treaton or Deadhold, she had often been enablea to do good detective work that she could never have accom- plished as a young lady. What more is there t» tell? Mabel is happy as she can be with her indulgent old uncle, at is beautiful home on the Ohio, and Clara, who lives there too, as her companion. is de-- veloping roses on her cheeks such as she never had as the wife of Barney the Blacksheep. 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