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f, ATHENS, GEORGIA, MARCH 26, 1889.
chapel Fiend in America.
by the author cf
chapter vir.
cavu rsnsn the sea;
liipper, “I ne
'PAT NOLAN.”
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ut sail’
, n l another nur,
u p at noon- ’
Hi: g f* r pleasure?
hero .
. in a *ae]it with tlic
When the squall
fairy. stories
fairy
Were dul J oU
u «.**
hat IvcalM
start from?”
K’"n s . u 0 r the third man
: 1 , r0 irned,ls»l»P' )8e t .
Wlu re you the captain.
^ |;< in’nwho^s dronied”
r,. r lh. per did not like to be
s cxainined in ^his inann r.
nt wlitu was he to do.
• ! h out the help of this man he
J‘,,1.. , r >ht have to V mam upon the
I lor a lon K ffri-A
fZ-bee pass-d in
[(TS to another, he must have
of Vf'S !.
f Flon.la was
and it could
om one of the chain
some
w coast oi r loimi »**^ niuily out-
diniheii-rtheast, and it could be
sort of craft, however
id in any
|H on a fine day. ,
L ; , t was i lie drowned mans name?
l-.rkod Z-.hoe.
Kub." .
h\ e heard of the man ; he was a
Lee. and kind-hearted.’’
■ •'omitl him a very companionable
L t „ t p e several tim s we weie out
Pier.” remarked Jack the Ripper.
LI,- you a resident of Kingston?’’
Ik hesitated.
vc lived there a f< w weeks,” he
•1.
ft\ !iy did the negro propose to mar-
Ty ( ,u ?■’ asked Zebee.
jl!,.cause I refused to give up my
(icy to him.”
t*l»ee laughed
■What could lie do w ith monrv here?
V; -ocise lie knew he would be r s-
,1 .Minn* lime or another. I suppose
L-ould subsist for quite a period upoli
[shed fi-h that mu-t abound in these
B* is.”
Row did he know you had money in
lr possession?”
He merely surmised it, I suppose,’’
lied the Ripper.
|\V(d','’ said Zebee, ‘T hardly know
Mhi r to believe you.”
low does this evidencs strike you?”
k drew a huge wallet from liis in-
tost i O' ket.
|e pointed it,at and Zebee saw it was
k<i with Bank of England bills of
de oni'nat on.
Je did not louk upon tills display
Ji longing eyes.
(You have a good deal of money
he remarked.
Ikorne of it may lie yours, if you
lose,’ sai 1 Jack.’
|\Vhat right have I to anv part of it,
frit nd? :
fl ne an to say that if you will put
lab ard a passing vessel, or land me
phe Florida coast, I wdl pay you
utterance to
a strange
still like
re-
pebee gav
dde. ‘
[Outrage though I may be, I
lie saitl.
[Then you will accept my offer'?’’
jl'ked illy Ripper.
FXo"
iAmi you admit y«u like money? 1 ’
J Jack, in surprise.
[That is true.”
rl.et me make you an offer?’’
[No: I like money, but, sir I have
Jre of it than many a millionaire!’’
|ack the Ripper was not certain of the
omy of his companion.
was a strange claim the almostnak
(creature made—to be a millionaire.
|Vt this time darkness set in with the
leuness of the tropies
n ou must be my guest overnight,’ 5
parked Zebee.
[Your guest?”
Hes: l will furnish you with food
a bed. To-mcrrow I will take you
Pi '’om these keys.”
fls your habitation near here?’’
i »hat 1 cannot answer.’’
•Yhy not?’’
i ibd l not warn vou against attempt-
F t0 P»7 into my’ affairs?”
e question slipped me, and besides
> not think it offensive.’’
r ou must submit to he blindfolded.
P ! ue Spur handkerchief. ”
tick the Ripper drew back,
f ! "htnot th:s strange fellow wish to
E , tr him for his monty?
t, n Ettlection he dissniissed that idea.
“ had watched Zebee closely when
.opened his wallet.
ie latter did not evince any great in-
h s * in its contents.
j 1 ” os > as h*s been related, he had
fendshi* 800 l0r cultiv »ting Zebee’s
inav*"' o handkerchief from his pock
anded it to his companion,
tybee quickly blindfolded him.
J^ ieu “ e took hold of the Ripper’s
iul abouttwo rods they traveled over
Recession of hillocks. /
* lien Zebee picked the Whitechapel
ft up m hi 8 arms.
Bo h ma i C , objection.
ear( t his conductor enter the sea.
toed l W v nt 1)111 a f evr steps when he
[ a boat 8 ^ Uman burden in the stem
f^Bhall soon arrive
e^L.’n* 8 ^ le oUtuhed into the boat,and
I to U P k* 8 anchor unfolded a
'tothehree^
Id thn p- a 8tr * D 6 e adventure for me,”
'•Ynn Rlp P er » w »th a laugh,
ton wk° J 101 tivst ship-wrecked
accepted my hospitali-
04 laughed. “Perhaps that has
something to do with the
they tell of me.”
What di l the fellow mean by
stories Jack cuuhl not conjecture.
He had heard the word fairy used as
a slang term.
Ilis mysterious companion did not
indulge in slang, he felt quite certain of
that.
The pair relapsed into silence until,
the boat grated easily on a pebby beach.
“We are at home.’’
Zebee threw bis anchor overboard, as
he broke the silence.
I shall have to carry you to the
shore,’’ he added, and did’ so.
Ag-iii he led Jack the Ripper.
This lime th £, y descended an inclined
plane.
After going a considerable distance,
Zebee nitere i a peculiar whistle. * -
It was answered near at hand.
“Tis well,” he said. “Sitrdown ”
Greatly to the Ripper’s surprise Zeb c
pressed him into a cli-.ir.
“Remove the bandage from your eyes,
but do not stir.”
Jack obeyed.
He gave a start as he took in his
qu er. surroundings.
He rubbed his eyes to assure himself
that he w*s awake.
Yes, there could be no doubt about
that
Jack fo -n l hljnself in a cavern, the
w .l's, cei.ing, and fl 'or of which were
of c *ral formation.
Overhead he could heal* the gentle
brt akitig of waves upon a beach.
The cave was under the sea.
Bat that was not the most remarkable
thing about his situation.
The cave was brilliantly lightly by
tour silver lamps, and there wore a
profusion of gayiy-coloivd mats scat
tered about.
Around the w«Hs were fine pieces of
furniture, and upon them many pict
ures.
The appointmen s of t ie place were
far more luxurious «than those of liis
room in Whitechapel.
Was the naked Zabee the proprietor
; of all thi'*? ,f
He looked around for him.
Z bee had disappea*ed.
Jack the Ripper was about to rise and
stretch his limbs when he remembered
the other’s injunction to sit still.
“Ilow do jou like my home?”
Jaik turned his head.
Zebee cotifrontcl him.
But it was not the Zebee who had
c inducted him there.
The man he had seen almost naked
now wore a natty fa lot's rig, such as
rich yachtsman wear.
Besides, he had combed out his
tangled locks and beard.
“Now,” Raid the Ripper, “I can un
oerstand what you meant when you
spoke ot those who had been your guist
telling fairy stories about you.”
“Move about as you please; you
could not find your way out of here un
less I guided you.’’
“I have no desire to go \rtthout you,
this scene seems taken from the “Arabi
an Nights,*” said Jack.
“The ewe of Monte Ciisto, rather
Come here, my friend.”
Zebee opened a large iron box that
stood in a coiner.
One look and the Rippor felt himself
carried away with astonishment.
The box was filled to the brim with
jewels.
Diamonds were in the greatest pro
fusion.
“Y”ou did not believe me.’’ said Zebee
“when I claimed to be rich ; that which
you see is onlj a small part of my pcs
s?ssions.’’
The Ripper looked at his host in as
tonishment as be closed the lid of the
treisure-box and did not even lock it.
Then Zebee rang a small beU.
Avery dwarfish liegress appeared.
“Supper!”
The woman disappeai*ed.
“We are under the sea, are we not?”
remarked Jack the Ripper.
“Yes.” '
“Then how do you manage to cook
here?”
“We manage; and by the way, you
seem to forget you were not to poke into
my private affaits ”
“I’m so astonished at my present
situation that I must charge the offense
against my memory.”
Here a dwarfish negro, who looked
very much like the other, entered, hear
ing a tray upon which was a smoking
repast of .fi-h, roast meats, canvas-back
duck, turtle soup, fruits and coffee,
bi sides two quart bottles of champagne.
The autocrat of the Florida Key s
evidently was on good terms with his
stomach.
Jack the Ripper looked from the viauds
to his host with increased astonishment.
The latter understood t .e glance, and
smiled.
The negro,whom Zebee called Charon,
arranged a table in the middle of the
apartment.
g Jack confessed to himself afterward
that he had never eaten a better-cooked
meal in his whole lile.
After supper, Zebee produced some
excellent cigars.
“Now,’’ lie said, “do you think I do
not enjoy myself?”
“Yes, but with your wealth you
could enjoy yourself better in the gay
world of Europe, we’ll say.”
“I don't know about that”
at my home,” “I have drank deeply of the pleasures
on the other side.”
“Did you enjoy them?” asked the
host with sudden interest.*
“Perhaps I should.”
“You are not rich? 1 ’
“I am, but my wealth can be as noth
ing compared to yours.”
“Then you mean to convey the im-
pr. ssion that if } «>ur mcuis hi.d een
larg- r your picaf-urt-s would r« ac
plme big** enough to make you- hap
n 'S-* C'unpl te? ’ •
“No.-’
“What th«»n s’o >d hi the way of en-
jevi'.g y curt elf us you recoimmnd me
to d••? ’
“My 1 f- is blighted.”
Jack the Kipper’s features became
cb-uded. and au angry light Rhone in his
eves.
“Y-u, too, have y -ur secret?”
“What man is wi hout one?”
‘‘There are ini! ions of m- n so bless
ed, or have vccrets, the possession of
which cause them no annoyane-
“Can I ask if yours is sugli as you
last described?”
“Yes.”
“Would to Heaven mine w*s! ’
It was strange this blood-stained
fiend dared to sp ak of Heaven.
Fiom there he h=»d nothing to hope.
“Do you know,” remarked Zebee,
“many men think themselves wronged,
where-iS the world has treated tneni
more kindly than they merited.’’
“I ask nothing from the world,” said
Jack, and his tone was sad.
‘You are an Englishman ?’’
“No; a Corsican.”
“I’ve read of your people as being a
very iuipulsivc race.” sa : d Zebee, “it
was there the first Napoleon was b rn,
I believe.’’
The Ripper smiled.
“I was born in the s*me town, “hr
s tid, “and our fumi!i< s, five generations
back were closely related,’’
“you are noble?”
“No,” replied the Ripper; and he
began to feel drowsy.
“Allow me to conduct you to a couch,’’
said Zebee, smiling.
He led the way into a smaller apirt-
ment of the cav°, which was also light
ed.
A luxurious couch o:cupied one side
of the room.
“Plea ant dreams, 5 ’ said Zebee, on
retiring: “I will take you oft'the key-
in the morning.’’
Jack *he Ripper was soon asleep after
he had thrown himself on the couch.
When he awoke sotnehturs afterward,
was whh a start.
He was in a cat-rigged vessel wi’h
Charon at the helm.
Near them was a big steamship which
the negro had signaled before his pas
senger awoke.
The ship backed water.
“What does all this mean? 5 ’ cried Jack
he Ripper.
“You go on ship.”
On board that identical steamer wss
Dan Hart, the. ambitious young detect
ive, who had started out to arrest the
very man who was so near to him.
CHAPTER VIII.
JACK THE
KIPPER AXD
HART MEET.
DETECTIVE
“My friend,” said Jack the Ripper,
“I don’t want to go aboard the steam
er.”
“Master said so,”
“You misunderstood him; he
promised I should be landed in Flor
ida”
“He say, Charon on meet large
vessel, land gentleman in Florida,
Now Charon meet large vessel,master
must be obeyed. ’
*11 give you a hundred dollars to
land me in Florida; don’t you see that
vessel is pointing south? ’
“Well? ’
“I want to go north.”
“Master said nothing ’bout that.”
Charon had by this time run his
little craft alongside the steamer.
What’s wrong? ’ shouted the officer
in command of the deck.
“Shipwrecked man wants to go
aboard; he tell you all about it.”
Jack the Ripper did not dare con
tradict the dwarf.
It might bring suspicion on him.
Rather reluctant in mind, he climb
ed up the rope ladder let down to
him.
When he arrived on the deck of the
steamer, Charon sailed away.
The captain greeted Jack the Rip
per as he came on board.
At the captain’s elbow stood the
young detective.
Con’d Hart only have known who
the man was that stood before him!
Jack did not at all answer the
description of the Whitechapel mur
derer furnished the London police.
“Might I ask your name?”inquired
the captain.
“Pierre Flosset,” replied the Rip
per, and he unwittingly gave his true
name.
With the London detective, Charles
Stuart, Jack spoke of his sister as
named Dufrane, which was incorrect.
“Where do you hail from?”
“Paris.”
“Paris?” repeated the captain in
surprise.
He thought the man before him
might he a survivor from some French
vessel that had gone down.
“Nearly all this winter,” said Jack
the Ripper; “I’va been stopping at
Nassau.”
“Ah, I see, you were wrecked while
taking a pleasure sail?”
“You have made an accurate guess.”
said Jack; “my yacht was overturned
in a squall yesterday.”
The captain had sailed in the West
Indian trade for a score of years.
Therefore he was familiar with all
the island in and about the Gulf of
Mexico.
Had he questioned Jack the Rip
get passage there for Nassau.
The captain the i withdrew,leaving
Jack the Ripper and Dan Hart alone
together.
“Did you have a narrow escape
from shipwreck?’’ the detective said,
with idle curiosity.
“Yes: bo h my companions were
drowned ’’
“Why didn’t you ask the captain
for somethings to eat? You must be
hungry.”
“No, hut I’m dry- If there is a bar
aboard conduct me to it.”
Hart complied.
The pair had a coup’e of hott’es of
wine ar.d they got on famously. „
. “Are you down here for your
health?” asked the Ripper.
“No.”
“Although I asked the question I
thought not.”
“Why? ’
“Because you seem the personifica
tion of bounding spirits and health,to
judge from your bright eye and ro3y
cheeks.”
“Now you flatter me.”
“No, I am not given to that sort of
tiring. Excuse me, you have not yet.
told me your name,” said the Ripper.
“My name is Dan Hart, aud I am
down here on an affair connected with
the winding up of an estate.”
“Lawyer?”
“Yes.”
“I am a retired stock hr ker.”
Jack the Ripper knew quite well
Hart was not what he represented
himself.
In taking money from his vest
pocket Dan had revealed the edge of
a badge.
That was enough for the keen-
scented Whitechapel fiend.
His exploits oh the is and of Jamai
ca had got abroad, he argued.
This young fellow had come to the
Indies to effect his capture.
Hart was doubtless some private
detective working on Iris own. hook to
acquire the reward offered by the
London police for the apprehension of
the Whitechapel fiend.
The fe l>w was notan English nan*
Jack the Ripper laughed inwardly
as he put the foregoing surmises to
gether.
He considered the young man con
ceited to imagine he could succeed
where the best detective ta’ent in
London failed.
“How long have you been here?”
Hart inquired, after a pause.
“Since October.”
“Have you ever been in Jamaica?”
“Never.”
“Then you have not heard of the
exploits of the Whitechapel fiend?”
The Ripper smiled.
“Why” he said, “Nassau is not
barbarous, we get the London pa
pers there.”
“But this devil has changed his
quarters from London to Jamaica.”
“If I was he, I should have done
the same.”
“They say a man can lose himself
in London.”
“Why, according to what I read,
that seemed inpossible for Jack the
Ripper. What chance would the
rascal have to carry on what he seems
to have made a trade, with nearly
two thousand policemen specially de
tailed to run him down? ’
‘ You seem to side with the murder-
said' Hart.
“No, when he is caught it will he
found that he is a demented crea
ture.”
“Insane or not, his career should
be stopped,” said Dan.
“I quite agree with you. I think
that the fellow will eventually give
himself up,”
“When—when he has murdered
thousand more unfortunate women?”
“We won’t discuss the subject; we
will have some more wine.”
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about Nassau the latter would
been cornered as a liar. _
“Now, captain,” the Ripper said,
after a pause, “might I ask where you
are hound?”
“Kingston.”
Jack started slightly.
“That is annoying,” he said.
“There is hardly a day you can’t
“Thanks, I’ve had enough. If you’ll
excuse me, I’ll go to my cabin and
have a nap. The wamth of this
climate would make me a Rip Van
Winkle in no time.”
They parted thus. —
Jack the Ripper chuckled to him
self over his interview.
In putting Dan Hart down for an
inexperienced detective, he made a
mistake.
And it was unusual for this keen
villain to make a mistake in sizing up
a man.
Jack went to the captain and of
fered to pay his fare.
It was refused.
He then asked when the steamer
would sail hack for New York.
Not in a week.
A steamer was advertised to leave
Nassau in two days.
The information was furnished by
the captain. *
Jack the Ripper would go to Nas
sau.
He wanted to reach New York.
He was well adquainted there.
When the steamer drew up to the
pier at Kingston, Jack the Ripper
was the first to land.
He had changed his appear
ance so much that he knew that he
was in no danger of being recognized
by any of the townspeople as the
Reverend Dr. Cartwright.
One mark he had that neither time
nor art could efface.
That was a’scar across the pa’m of
his hand.
It h^d grown old and would hardly
be noticed.
When the New York detective
landed he found the reigning sensa
tion of Jamaica to be the muder of
Mrs. Lizzie Clark.
Although the woman’s body had
not been mutilated like those of the
others, it was declared by the authori
ties, and about every one on the is
land, to he the work o£ J ack the
Ripper.
Dan Hart introduced himself to
the authorities, and was well re
ceived.
Florence Murray had not been
killed by the assassin’s knife.
As a matter of fact, the woman was
not dangerously wounded.
Dan sought her out.
At first she appeared disinclined to
talk.
She t v awed out, however, when she
heard Hart was from New York.
She had put the officers from King
ston down as a stupid set.
Florence believed Pierre FrosSet
and Jack the Ripper were the same.
It was the day following his arrival
that Dan saw the woman.
“I’m told,” he said, “that you wit
nessed the murder of Mrs. Clark.”
Florence smiled.
“I never made such assertion; these
officers here are an ig orant lot.”
“What do you know?”
“Perhaps you wilt misquote me,
like the others ’
“I can assure you I will not.”
“I entered the parlor after Lizzie
Clark bad been killed.
As was natural, I screamed.
“Then the man turned upon me,
and I.-gave myself up for lost.
“I first supposed he had suddenly
gone mad,”
“You had seen him before?” re
marked the detective. • x
“Yes; he called upon Mrs. Clark
more than once.”
“You spent some time in his com
pany, I suppose?”
“No; I caught only a glimpse of
him now and then, as he was enter
ing or leaving the house,” replied the
woman.
“He called himself a minister?”
“Yes, Mr. Cartwright, hut I’m sure
he never officiated in a church.”
“Why?” remarked Hart. “Many
clericals have fallen from grace; and
when they do fall, their pit is general
ly bottomless.”
“Young man,” said Florence, “if I
thought you had one chance in a
hundred of catching this man, I might
tell you something.”
“Try me. Never yet have I started
after a man that I did not succeed in
getting him, my dear lady.”
“You are very young,” remarked
the women, dreamily.
“I am not so young as I look, per
haps.”
“I feel certain that the man who
kijjed Lizzie Clark and Jack the
Ripper are identical,” she said.
“That opinion seems general.”
“I know it.”
“What else do you know?”
“I know the man’s real name!”
Hart gaye a great start.
Was it to be that he was to gain the
first real clew to the identity of Jack
the Ripper?
The thought highly elated him.
“Tell me it?”
“Pierre Frosset,”
Dan actually trembled with excite
ment.
Was it possible the man he had
drank with on the steamer was J ack
the Ripper?
“You seem surprised,” remarked
Florence.
I can safely say I was never more
surprised in my life.”
“Have you heard of the man be
fore?” she asked.
“I’ve seem him. Right here, I
might say.”
Florence laughed.
“Oh, no,” she said. “I know that
the real Pierre Frosset must have left
the island.”
“Why do you think so?”
“Because I am here!”
Florence spoke with the deep tone
of a tragedy queen.'"
“But he left you for dead?”
I think he knew he had failed to
kill me.”
“Describe the man.”
Florence did so.
“The likeness does not compare
with that of the man I met.’’*
“Pierre is a finished actor, and can
change his appearance at will. Tell
me under, what circumstancee you
met him.”
Dan complied.
“You have met the real Pitrre
Frosset!” the woman declared.
“Did the man you know have a
scar across the palm of his right
hand?”
‘Wes; I forgot to tell you about
that ”
•“Then the pair are identical.”
Dan Hart lost no time in begin
ning a search for his man.
He learned that individual had en
gaged passage in a steam .yacht for Nas
sau the day before.
Hart could not find a like vessel to
hire, so he engaged the fastest-looking
sailer he could.
When he arrived at Iris destinatio a
he u as chagrined to learn that the
steamer for New l r ork had sailed the
day before.
A tramp steamer that had put into
Nassau for coal would sail the next
day,
Dan engaged passage on her after
he had learned by a series of diligent
inquiries that a man resembling Fr :s-
set had sailed the day before,
A' other thing that confirmed him
in the belief that the man had sailed,
was that r.o one at Nassau knew or
ever heatd of a “Pierre Frosset.”
In that little community a visitor
cannot long hide from public gaze.
Hart knew that the regular steamer-
woul l beat him into port.
There is no cable line touching at
Nassau, so the detective had no way
of telegraphing to New York.
The five days the tramp steamer ex
pended in reaching New York werer
weary ones to him.
But like all time they passed.
Upon arriving home, Dan went to
the dock of the line of steamers that
touch at Nassau.
* The vessel Jack the Ripper had
taken passage in, had arrived three-
das s before
He described the fiend.
“Yes, such a peison had been a
passenger,’’ he was told.
With his heart filled with rage Hart
went to police headquarters
He entered the inspector's office
quite timidly.
“Hello,” said the latter, looking up
from his* desk, “back already? ’
“Yes;’ very faintly.
“Bring Jack the Ripper with you?”
smiled Inspector Byrnes.
“No, he came by another vessel.”
“What do you mean—to joke with
me?” *
“Jack the Ripper is in New York!”
[to be continued.j*
IS.
The
Best in the Market.
‘ ANALYSIS.
Moisture, * - -
- - 12.10
Insoluble, - - -
- - 2.15
Soluble, - - -
- - 9.10
Reverted, - - -
- - 3.25
Available, - -
- - 12.35
Ammonia, -
- - 1.30
Potash, - - -
- - 1.75
Commercial value, $22.94.
H. C. White,
State Chemist.
STATE OF GEORGIA,
Laboratory of tbe State Chemist.
Dobbs’ Ammoniated
Cotton Grower*
University of Georgia,
Athens, Ga., Dee. 1, .1888.
CERTIFICATE OF ANALYSIS.
Series It. No. 36.
Sample Ammoniated Fertilizer, for the
Basin Fertilizer Co,. Baltimore, Md,
Moisture, - - - - 11.85
Soluble Phosphoric Acid 7.05
Reverted
Insoluble
Total
Available
Nitrogen,
3.50
2,25
12.80
10.55
2.35
Equivalent to Ammonia, 2.85
Potash, 2.15
H. C. White,
State Chemist.
Commercial value, $25.47.
