The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1892-10-01

I
promised me-" replied the detective, pro
foundly agitated "Is it not enough that
you should have ruined and wrecked the
life of one man who foolishly loved you
See to what you have reduced me--to be a
spy and tracker Of men. And to think
how l cared for you--once."
"Oncei" The word came despairingly
from her lips, She reached forward and
laid her slender fingers on his wrist. He
turned away his head and his whole frame
shook with the fierce struggle that was
going on within him.
"Give up this hateful life" she pleaded.
"Come with me to France. Ill do any
thing you tell me. You talk the language
fluently. There we are both unknown, and
you can find work suited to YOU"
The leafy screen before them was thick
and hid them well from view. She slipped
from the ottoman to the soft and velvety
rug at his feet and knelt there. Genuine
tears glistened In her eyes Her voice, at
tuned to the language OF love, tenderly be-
sought him.
at Is impossible" he cried at last rough
ly. rising and shaking her of. you
should have known long ago that there
could be no reconciliation between you
and ma"
And now she stood before him, painting.
indignant, yet terribly fearful lest he
should overwhelm her before all those
people, for she had injured this man be-
yond hope of forgiveness, and at last she
| knew IL.
"You should have staid abroad" he said
and 1t was the detective, the officer Of
the law. who spoke. ave told you after
that last escapade of yours that II you
Il xul A.
hot to hold you Your disguise might de
ceive some, but not me, for have learned
through bitter experience all your tricks
of trade-though confess that, for pro
nounced brunette, that blond wig of yours
quite becomes you. How much have you
let them in for down there on Prairie ave
nuei"
"only about $780," she answered.
"They deserve 10 lose something for run
ming after women like you and toadyina
to foreign titles. Upon my word, but the
joke is good one. La Comtesse de Hon
!, tieuri Where did you get that name.
Isn't Honfeur some little fishing village
on the coast Of France2" But he didn't
, laugh. for he knew it well. 1t was tn,
7 place where their honeymoon had beer
r passed. What sacrilege
!, She was pleading with him for life am
death.
i Don't expose me. Think of my friend.
: here; they have been so kind. Think how
/ they will be ridiculsd by all who know
] them, and think what the past few week.
have been TO me- for / have been treated al
i. a ladyr
Detective though he was, he was touchet
at last. A gentleman himself once, in tb,
old spondthrift days which had brough
e him nothing but ruin and disgrace, b,
knew what she meant. The old instinc
! of caste was strong upon him. He fore
y bore his revenge.
Finish your evening"" he said quietly
4 "but midnight must see you off this floor
+ and tomorrow must be your last day ii
V Chicago"
Il parently unrnoved passed out with her L
8 the floor of the ballroom.
II "Shall we waltz, countessY" he aske,
q her in full hearing of that fashionabl
v gathering.
/ A moment later an elderly gentlema
emerged from curtaincd alcove, and pas
a ing behind the bank of flowers droppe
II onto the ottoman this man and woman ha
Just vacated
e "EaVcsdroppin at my time of life. Wei
q couldn't help it. They should ha' let M
d stay at home and finished my nap. Gren
Scott! What a woman, and what a rc
Ia manceli
Next morning Mrs. Saunders guest re
a ceived "a sudden call necessitating her in
~ mediate departure for San francisco. Sh
d must positively 20 ut once, she said, or he
p real estate interests would suffer tremer
n dously.
.r 1t was not until six weeks later whe
"a Mrs, Saunders read in the san Francisc
ir Argonaut OF the arrest Of Mrs Margare
ia Hamburg, alias Mrs. Humphrey Lort
!. alias Mrs Jennie Taylor, alias NIL,
- Chicot, Of the Varieties, Paris. Franc,
4 alias the Countess De Honheur, that a ce
i tain light forced itself on Mrs. Saunder
a brain.
= Heavens Had she entertained an edveT
turess2
"a Pm afraid she had.
m Old man Saunders could have told her
or good deal which would have surprised he
90 still further, but he didn't. Perhaps b
" thought his wife had been punishe
y enough.
yo Old man Saunders simply kept on thinl
ing.-Austyn Granville in Kansas Cit
to Times.