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200 DETECTIVE BOB BRIDGER. listening, and his black eyes flashed with undisguised delight. Tears of joy welled from Dr. Macy’s eyes, ‘‘Dear little light-hearted !” he exclaimed. ‘“ How happy she is? In her dreams pure as gold, gentle as fairy-land, the future is one never ending landscape of sunshine and flowers.” ‘Heaven grant all her dreams then,” muttered the Scotch detective. ‘“ And I echo your prayer, Fandon,” said Dr. Macy. “She is a little angel, and you must make her a DUBE of hus- bands.” ‘“Then you do not object to the match ?” ‘No, no, my brave boy, she is yours.” “Then, indeed, I have met a rich reward for such service as I have done,” returned the Scotch detective; clasping the old man’s hand. “For your part, Bridger,” continued Dr. Macy, “I have not forgotten my offer of ten thousand dollars for Annette’s recovery, or that Fandon has waived all claim in your favor. I will give you a draft for the amount when we arrive in New York, and here I desire to present you a keepsake that I trust may continue to remind you of the happiness you have aided to bring to a heart- broken old man.” Dr. Macy took from his pocket and placed in Bridger’s hand a tiny paper box. “T have one just like it for you in England,” he added, addressing F'andon. Then bidding the two detectives good-night, the old man retired to his room. Bridger opened the box, and found that it contained a pure, white, ten-carat diamond, which sparkled grandly in the gas-light. That day the detectives had received several letters which had been forwarded by Bridger’s order from New York. One of these had been addressed to the Scotch detective, and taking it from his pocket, after complimenting Bridger upon the receipt of the magnificent brilliant, he said : “Here is something which will amuse Annette. What think you, Bobe—the fair and fiery little Corydon widow, that lovely, red-headed smuggler of choice Havanas, is to be married one week from to-night?” ‘And who’s to be the lucky man ?” > -ecomicbooks co : | ; : ome : . ~*~ - 2+ : a Pe < ' a . r se r ed —_ fo. .