The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1886-04-09
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thousand forins that she wished to keep
secret from all but herself and the
Doctor.
And suppose he is some informer,
some spy. some Austrian detective?"
You will see that
"Do you advise me to co. then ?"
eyes, that is my advice. We should
not neglect a man who is DESTROYS of
betriending you for the friendship he
bore your father"
"But what has he come to Ragusa for?"
asked Pierre. HAS he any business
in this country? ?"
"Perhaps he thinks of doing some
thing. He is supposed to be very rich,
and it is possible that he thinks of offer
ing you Il post worth accepting"
81 will go and see him and find out. "
eco to-day then, and at the same
time return the visit that am unable to
return myself"
Pierre embraced his mother, and it
seemed as he fingered near her as though
some s. cret was choking him-somo
secret that he dare not tell. What was
there then i'll his heart 50 sad and serious
that lie dare not contide it to his mother !?
"My poor child, murmured Madame
Bathory.
when Pierre entered the Stradone on his
way to the harbor of Gravosa. AS he
passed Toronthal's house he stopped for
All instant-ony for an instant He
looked up at one of the wings, the win
dows of which opened on to the road.
The blinds were drawn. Had the house
been uninhabited it could not have been
more shut up.
Pierre Bathory continued his walk,
which he had rather slackened, than
stopped. But his movements had not
escaped the notice of Il woman who was
watching on the opposite side of the
Stradone.
She was above the usual height.
Her age? Between forty and fifty.
Her walk Almost mechanical. This
foreigner-her nationality could be easily
seen from her brown frizzled hair and
Moorish complexion-was wrapped in q
dark colored cloak, with its hood thrown
over her headdress ornamented with its
sequins. Was she Bohemian, Gitana,
a Gypsy, "a Egyptian or Hindoo? So
many types did she resemble that it was
difficult to say. Anyhow she was not
asking for charity and did not look us
though she would accept any. She was
there on her own account, or on the
account of somebody else, Watching not
only what went on at Toronthal's Dutalso
what took place in the Rue Marinella.
AS soon as she caught sight of the
young man coming into the Stradone
and walking towards Gravosa, she fol-
lowed SO as to keep him in view; but
SO adroitly that he was unaware of her
proceedings. Besides he was too much
occupied TO bother himself with what
was taking place behind him. When he
slackened his pace III front of Toronthal 5,
the woman slackened hers. When he
Starteu on again she started on, sultlny
her pace to his.
Reaching the first gate of Ragusa,
Pierre strobe through 1t swiftly, but not
swiftly enough % distance the stranger.
Once through the gate she found him
hurrylng on to Gravosa, and twenty
avenue.
At the same moment Silas Toronthal
was returning to Ragusa i'll Il covered
carriage, SO that he could not avoid
meeting Pierre.
Seeing them both, the Moor stopped
for moment. Perhaps she thought
they will have something to say to each
other. And SO with kindling eyes she
slipped behind IL neighboring tree. But
If the men were to speak how could she
hear what they said?
They did not speak. Toronthal had
seen Pierre twenty yards before he
reached him, and instead OF replying
with the naughty salute he had used on
the quay at Grtvosa when his daughter
was with him, he turned away his mead
as the Guns man raised his hat and his
carriage drove rapidly on towards
Ragusa.
The stranger lost nothing of this little
scene and Il feeble smile animated her
lmpass;tbIc Lee.
Pierre, more IN SORROW than anger
continued hls walk without turning back
to look alter Ioronthal.
The Moor followed him from afar,
and might have been heard to mutter in
Arabic;
''lt is time that he camel
CHAPTER VII.