Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1894-01-04

eyes when l my to look up 10 heaven :"
October WAS passing. 1t was the
middle of the month-the 16th-and
still no sign of Serizier Her days
DIRK was over. and Kathleen was
walking slowly, with down-cast eyes
and dropping head, along the Rue de
Galande. in the dusk of evening. She
had been watching for more than an
hour in front of an obscure Workshop
at the end Of the street. There was a
Belgian name over the door. She had
seen two men leave the house. one a
workman, the other man of some
what superior appearance, who looked
like the master. The workshop was
small. pOor-looking; and. according TO
her knowledge of the trade, these two
men would be in all likelihood the
complete staff. But she made up her
mind TO go back next morning to
watch the men going to their work.
and TO make inquiries as to the num-
Der employed. She never struck a
/ workshop off her list until she had
made herself mistress of her facts.
IA.
locked up. startled by the rattling of
an empty truck over the rough stones
!of the roadway. She looked up. and
/ found herself face To face with a man
in ragged blouse, wheeling a truck
The man was Serizier.
She had not one moment Of doubt:
not a passing shadow of hesitation
InI Il, =
This was Serizier
She had seen him last in the pOmp
of his Warlike accoutrementS. plumed
u hat, clanlling sword. and sabretasch.
red scarf, breast bedizened with gold
embroidery, chin and lip shrouded by
la heavy military moustache, erect
audacious, arrogant, lording it over an
admiring crowd
Today the man was clean-Shaved;
he seemed to have grown smaller, as
If bent double with a load of ignominy
shrunk into his Sordid inner self, less
ened morally and physically by the
loss of plumes and gold lace, and the
iinSOlence of successful audacity
But Kathleen was not the less sure
of his identity. Those restless shift
ing eyes, more unquiet than ever now
! that the man had fallen to the level
of hunted criminals-those evil-looking
eyes were not to be forgotten. 1t was
he.
Cold and trembling, Kathleen totter-
ed, and reeled against the wall For
and her brain was clouded, the pas
sionate beating of her heart was al
most unbearable; then, collecting her
senses with a supreme effort she
turned and followed her prey, keeping
at 4 respectful distance, and in the
shadow of the houses. She saw him
! wheel his truck into a little yard be
! longing to the curriers' workshop
watched him come out again and 60
into a Wine-shOp on the other side
! of the street, where he sat drinking
and talking with another blue boluse.
! Kathleen stood outside in the dusk
! as she had stood outside many such
] Il window in the course Of her evening
Watches-and studied the mans face
| by the light of the fiaring candle,
which stood in front of him, as he
hobnobbed with his friend.
Yes, her patience was rewarded. She
had found him-the assassin of the de
fenceleSS. The man to whom tears
and blood had been a strong wine
for whom power had meant the power
to Stay and to burn. This bulldog
visaged workman, grooming over his
pipe, talking with bent brow and
angry eyes, this was the murderer OF
the Dominicans and of CASTOR Morte
mar
She went straight to the office Of
the Commissary of Police of the Quar-
tier re Ia Care; but by this time i
was ten o'clock, and too late for hel
to be admitted to an interview will
any of the officials. She was told t.
return in the morning, when she could
see the chief officer. She was there
again when the office opened saw
Monsieur Grillieres, and told him hel
story.
The intelligence was welcome, fol
Monsieur Grillieres, misled by errone
t0uS information, had already made
more than thirty useless investigation,
in search OF Serizier Monsieur Grill
Heres started instantly, accompanied
by two inspectors; but on arriving a
the Rue Galande he was told tina
the Belgian currier had left the nigh
before He and his w0rkmen ha(
moved the stock-in- trade-sOme of III.
things had gone away in a van, some
in truck. The last trlck-load ha(
been wheeled away at midnight.
Where had he gone?
Nobody knew exactly; everybody haC
some suggestion to offer; the ultimate
result of which statements and cOun
ter-statenfentS, assertions and contra
dictions, was that the Belgian currieI
had been heard to say that he was
going to establish himself in the neigh
borhood OF the markets.
Thither Monsieur Griilieres started
in hot haste, and searched every ShoI
occupied by a currier, leather seller
or morocco manufacturer. but to Nc
purpose. He found no one resembling
SeIiZier among the hard-handed sons
of labor smelling of leather. He began
to despair when towards five O'Clock
in the afternoon, crossing a street
which abutted on the corn-market, he
saw a van standing near a doOr-a
van full of bundles of leather. dressed
Skins and curriers' inDlemeDtS a