Beadle's Dime Library No. 27 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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— The Spotter-Detective. **She’s a Miss Rosaline Ameston. ping with us now about a year.” ‘**T notice that she wears magnificent diamonds.”’ “Yes, I believe that she is very wealthy. She is all — in the world, too.” ee es?”’ She’s been stop- ‘*She’s a Tennessee girl; of French descent, I be- lieve. She's very much of a lady, and about the finest pega fami that I think I ever heard. Of course ‘m not na pene of the professional artists!’’ “Yes; I suppose that she has plenty of suitors?” the colonel said, carelessly. . ‘Well, no, she hasn’t. She is a very icular irl; a great favorite with the ladies of the house. here’s only one gentleman that I know of that’s a se SSS SSECROEN ~ ———SS sy SL SSS SE ~ ‘., hav ihe SSS AAS . SS out sleighing with him twice, and yet he’s only known her a short time.” re She doesn’t have many visitors, then?” No; she’s qute reserved and select.” Then, after a few minutes more of careless con- versation upon various subjects the colonel said Good-night!”’ and retired to rest. The information he had gained was far from being satisfactory, though. “What is she to John Blaine?” he muttered, as he ae up and down his room, for, strange to say, he thought that in some mysterious way the beau- tiful girl was connected with the escaped convict’s fortunes was firmly fixed in the mind of the colonel, “She is wonderfully like him, and yet there is a ——~ (lh I mM | | | MW It Hi ATA . _— oe ‘ V . \ ) ~, tye " TORE Trea ete NOG, { Ly Beet ie eee thaaag et | \ Pitt aa “ \ \ \\, yyy LAAN TY THe a! | \ \\ LI AMs S SANNNAD) b B:) \ | ‘ ) 4 ) | | Aen ietL | Nita Mi | | i 1 i! i Ni Sc AN NN rN : MN) ** Ag well as could be wished,” the other replied. “The divil has made a favorable impression, then?”’ “More than that; 1 think that Ernestine fell in love with him almost at first sight.” j ‘It’s lucky ye are!"’ exclaimed O’Shane, rubbing his hands together cei ip acs fh “and it’s fifty thousand dollars that ye'll finger.’ “Yes, if everything goes on all right,” answered Elbert, but O’Shane saw at once that Van Tromp an- ticipated trouble. ‘“What’s the matter? Is the divil trying to kick over the traces?” O’Shane was evidently anxious. _ “*T foolishly yielded to Ernestine’s request to give him some of our old Madeira at dinner the other day. She thought that I was lacking in hospitality, ‘I i | } rm | wall ‘au J { $$ ET — eee a NS oe \\ N » & Sid PEEZZZA Ls tts tssdg tts A SINGLE GLANCE AND THE CHEEKS GREW PALE, AND THE SMILE FADED INTO A LOOK OF HORROR.—Pago 5. i 1ying her any attention at present. Do you know bert Van Tromp, of Madison avenue?” ‘* Van Tromp,” said the colonel, reflectively ; ‘* well it seems to me that the name is familiar, but—no, somet in her face that is not in his. Something tells me, Ay pe that, through her, I shall reach him. Perhaps that pronounce me cured when they let me go from the only a mad delusion, though they did of course, never dreaming why I had banished wind from the table.” ‘“ And the blaggard got drunk, of course, the thafe ‘cess to him!” cried the lhishman don't think I know the family.” “They are old New York stock—came over with the original Netherlanders. Well, this Elbert Van Tromp happened to receive an introduction to this young lady through one of the ladies of the house, whom he visits sometimes; an old friend of his mother, and they do say that he is quite struck with her.” “Ts that really so?”? The colonel took a strar interest in Rosaline Ameston and all that appertain- ed to her. “ T think it likely,” the clerk replied. ‘‘ She’s been oe t was far in the morning before the colonel slept, CHAPTER XIV. BLACKIE’S WEAKNESS. A WEEK has passed away since the night when Al- exander Blackie, late captain in the U. 5S. A., was in- troduced into the Van Tromp mansion. O’Shane and Elbert Van Tromp, seated in the room of the latter, were discussing the situation, ‘‘And how goes the game, me jewel?” asked O’Shane, between the puffs of a fragrant Havana. of the world, in & rage, “That is exactly the case,’’ Van Tromp said. ‘‘ He was not affected enough to stagger but it got into his head, and I sat on thorns les estine should discover what the matter was with him.” ** And didn’t she?’ asked O’Shane, in wonder. ‘*No: nor do I think that she had the slightest sus- os that there was my bong the matter with him. f course, never having been used to seeing men un- der the influence of liquor, she did not guess the truth, ** And what did you do wid him?” Cc <S Eomicbooks,Go