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2 ati Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Double-Decker. SE.’ os 4; es 4 4 _* Care bad been taken. when the water was - turned upon the buildings, to give the ras. cals time to escape with their lives. But, they were utterly defeated and rout- ed, and the men of the Royal were com- plete masters of the situation. A cheer went up, in which the majority of the people of the town heartily joined. Blondow. shook hands with Deadwood Dick, ‘‘That was well done, mighty well done!” he exclaimed. ‘“And I think your enemy has had a lesson he will not forget,” assumed Dick. ‘‘He will not forget it, that is just the point,’”’ observed the colonel. ‘‘He will plan revenge,” “Well, fight it out with him. He will probably go to law. now, and collect dam- ages, if he can, and I suppose there will be something to pay, but that rich ledge can stand it.” ‘* Yes, more than stand it,” ‘‘ Misther Blondow! Look ye here, be- gorra!” So cried Birdie McGluken, as be came run- ning up with something in his hands. ‘* What is it, Birdie?” Blondow asked. ‘‘Dhe original map av dhe Royal, sure as you're born!” ‘‘And where did you get it?’ asked the mine-owner, taking it eagerly. ‘‘Sure, dhe wather washed it out of Tramwell’s ranch, when it wint down in dhe flood,” the jolly young Irishman explained. Blondow examined it, and found that it was, indeed, the missing document, And upon it was the missing line that was wanting upon the hater records, and here was proof of Tramwell's villainy. Barely had this news been received, when word was brought that Tramwell had been found murdered, with a knife, killed in pre- : cisely the same manner as had been Joseph Mainard' | Then came freshly to mind the phantom: coffin. « . Deadwood Dick hurried off to the scene of the crime, and found Tramwell dead with a look. of horror on his face. ik excitement ran high, as may be sup- osed. Mad Anthony, the mayor, had no word of sympathy for Tramwel!, but he did want the mystery cleared up. \ And so did the people, but they were doomed, in a measure, to disappointment, for it was never to be made clear to them as a whole, though it might be explained by in- ference. As the excitement abated, recollection was had of the man in the jail. The people demanded that he should be brought to trial. hen they went to get him, though, it was found that he was gone, without the rt fila of the guardsmen around the ail, | But there was a written message. lt was this; ‘* MAYOR AND OTHERS:— ‘‘ Permit me to bid you a kind adieu. _ Your guess concerning me was not altogether wrong; let that suffice. The same power that could produce such things as were seen Jast night, could take me out of your snug jittle calaboose. A sweet revenge has been had. Two wretches got their Fost deserts, _ Aword of apology to Center-fire, the Self- cocker, We did not know you, or there _ would have been no reason to fearyou. Beg pardon. ae | My « Jacop Munpy.” ys Vien ther doose does he mean by that?” demanded the mayor. “I think his partner fired that shot at me, _ through mistake,” answered Dick, _ yet that is hardly satisfactory, either.” 5 4 ‘‘That must be it, . hough.” j - R: “—, 4 +2 2 nut ee oe » . . nig ~ har? a is me i = —# = - a > ae é - me e % P —— Ve ‘““And|R g; ¥ 2 7 4 « 4 r . : > : + - ., Shee ” 2 y 4 Se? 46 A ea. , Py . ’ tay : , ee Csi Cee - It was found, later, that Lacy Mu!vern | that Charlie Blondow would have made, good was missing in the camp. Not that much was thought of it, tilla note was discovered in his room at the hotel. And that note, while it cleared away some things. only addee to the mystery surround. ing others, It was in these words: ‘*Deapwoop Dick:— ‘‘Drop tbe case where it is. It is ended, now, and further probing can do no one any good. If you push on, you will only gratify your personal curiosity, for you have noth- ing else to gain. And, you may be unable even to gain that much. 1 understand it all, and am lending aid where it is deserved. As to the feud between Tramwell and Blondow, there was a woman in the case, vide Fame Fg ‘* Who is Deadwood Dick?” demanded the crowd, as soon as this was known to them, and Center-fire, the Self-cocker, had to own his identity. Then the camp let itself loose, indeed! Dick went apart with Blondow, the mayor, and others immediately connected with the matter, and Blondow made a further state- ment, The woman mentioned was a lady for whose hand he and Tramwell had been rivals, and the stealing of the boy had been with the object of so distressing Blondow that Tramwell could carry his point. But, in that he had overreached himself, for the lady in question had loved the child, and it only warmed her heart the more to- ward Blondow in his sorrow. Something further that came to light made it plain that Tramwell had intended to kill the child, eventfully. : Blondow’s housekeeper had had a hand in the abduction, too, She herself loved Blondow, and Tram. well had entirely made a tool of her, anda willing one, for the carrying out of his de- signs. Being a widow and a woman without heart, and having a son of of her own, she cared nothing for Blondow’s child. She had rather, in fact, that he were out of the way, and hence her part in the matter. 1n the course of the day John Klein recover- ed sufficiently to be around, and he and Dick together set about solving the remainder of the mystery, But, it seemed that it was already finished. What more came to light. amounted to but little, while certain obstacles arose which served to make the shadows all the darker. For some reason Deadwood Dick stopped short, What had he discovered? : Perhaps it was that Jacob Mundy, or ** Old Saint,” was the missing Charles Bach- ert, and that Lacy Mulvern was a younger brother of his wife, the widow Bachert. Suppositions for which there were some grounds. One thing that was discovered, was a so of instrument, something after the manner of a stereomonoscope, but having a chamber for the receptipn of a powerful reflector. This was found near the edge of the falls, as if the attempt had been made to throw it over into the river. Within this thing remained a bit of mag- nesium taper. Did this explain, to a degree, the mystery of the shadow-coffin? And of the ghost Mrs. Bachert had seen? Let the reader say. For once, Deadwood Dick felt that he had made a poor success; and yet, what would either case have amounted to without him? It had been, soto say, a double-decker, and he had been on deck in both cases, from first to last. He had accomplished the lead- ing purpose that had brought him to Roaring iver, He declined, however, to accept any re- ward beyond his actual expenses, saying * Pete _* ea % . or" Sa ; oo, P : 4, —— =" ~s . es —— ————— eee 596 Jimmy the K 627 Ba > . . * “4% Y We - wars 15 —e —-_- ———_—— his escape just as well without him; if any- thing, the balance of obligation was the other way; but Col. Blondow thought dif- ferently. Before his departure, a rousing reception was given in his honor. The Widow Bachert and her son quietly disappeared from Roaring River, after a time, and were lost to the world. Whither they had gone, no one knew, but we, with our higher privileges, may venture a guess. And yet it need not be called that; we will lift the curtain a little and let the picture suggest. Afar off, in a pleasant home, neither rich nor poor, but happy and contented, we see a family of three; father, mother son. ‘Their name is not Bachert; very little is known about them. They are honest, humble people, who love one another fondly. THE END, Next HauF-Drmgk Lrprary, No. 917. Flash Lightning, THE MOUNTAIN MASCOT; OR, JERRY JACOBS’ DOOM. BY CHARLES MORRIS. A very strong and well-told story by the popular writer. Itis unlike his other stories, in which the gamin and gamin life are so powerfully and delight, fully delineated, but, like them, it is clear-cut in character, and certainly novel in all its conditions. While it is a romance of the mines, as they are, it is also the romance of two young lives that, by a strange fate, are permitted to run together by the guardianship of an old prospector who nobly illus- trates the best side of human nature. His charac- ter, indeed. is a creation that will excite admiration, and the work, as a whole, would make a splendid stage drama. That readers will give the story a glad welcome we can well understand, Beatles Half-Dime Library. BY CHARLES MORRIS, 18 Will Somers, the Boy Detective, 22 Phil Hardy, the Boss Boy. Picayune Pete; or, Nicodemus, the Doz Detective. Detective Dick; or, The Hero in j Handsome Harry, the Bootblack Detective, Will Wildfire, the Thoroughbred. Black Besa, Will Wildfire’s Racer. Mike Merry the Harbor Police Boy, hey y baggage, the roa 4 70 A Trump Gard 3 or, Will Wildtive Wins and Loses 174 Bob Roekett; or, Mysteries of New York. 179 Bob Roekett, the Bank Runner, 188 The Hidden or, Will Wildfire’s Revenge. 7 Fred Malyard, the Life Boat Boy; or, The Smugglers, Bob Rockett; or, Driven to the Wall. 196 Shadowed; or, Bob Kockett’s Fight for Life, 206 Dark Paul, the Tiger King. 212 Dashing Dave, the pee? Detective. 220 ‘Tom Tanner; or, The Black Sheep of the Flock. 225 Sam Charcoal the Premium Darky, 285 Shadow Sam, the Messenger Boy. 242 The Two * Bloods”; or, Shenandoah Bill and His Gang. 252 Dick Dasha way t or, A Dakota Boy in Chicago. 262 The Young Sharps: or, Rollicking Mike’s Hot Trail, 274 Jolly Jim, the Detective Apprentice. 289 Jolly Jim’s« Job; or, The Detective. 208 The Water -Hound; or, The Young Thoroughored. 805 Dashaway, of Dakota; or, A Western Lad in Quaker City. : 824 Ralph Ready, the Hote) Boy Detective. 841 Tony Thorne, the Vagabond Detective. 858 The Reporter -Detectives or, Fred Flyer’s Blizzard. 867 Wide-Awake Joe; or, A Boy of the Times. 879 Larry, the Le veler; or, The Bloods ot the Boulevard, 408 Firetly Jack, the River-Rat Detective. 428 The Lost Finger; or, The Entrapped Cashier, 428 Fred Flyer, the Reporter Detective. 482 jnvinemie Logan, the Pinkerton Ferret. . 456 lle eye the Jolly Vagapond. 466 Wide-Awake Jerry, Detective; or Entombed Alive, : ; ¢ acket: or, How He Fought for r 501 Roots, the Boy Fireman: or, Teo Sharp for the Sharper, 566 The Secret Service Boy Retestive, or, A > Among Wolves. _ . Tom Rruce of Arkanans: or, The Wolf in the Fold. 655 Plucky Paul, the Boy Speculator. 667 Rob and Sam, the Daisy Detectives. 09 The Curbsatone Detectives or, Harry Hale’s Big Beat. 57 Detective Frank’s Sweep-stakes. ‘69 Ned Norman, the Gamin Broker, 881 Turkey Billy, the Shine-’em-up Detective. - The Malf-Dime Library 1 tor sale oy all Newsdealers, five couts per copy, or sent by mal de receipt of six conte eaco. mg td meted AGNHSOD oun