The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1894-03-02
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What could l do? 1t was then after
eleven, should judge. NJ. Philippes,
or whatever his name was, gave orders
to the driver We pulled up, and then,
to nv surprise, / found we were at
Doyle's That ended it. told them
they must excuse me. They protested,
but of course l couldn't go in there. So
they took couple of bottles apiece
and went in the gate and 1 settled my
self for nap and got it. don't know
how long slept, but l was aroused by
abe devils own tumult. A shot had
been fired. Men and women both were
screaming and swearing. Some one
suddenly burst into the cab beside me,
really pushed from behind, and then
away we went through the mud and
rain; and the lightning was flashing
now. and presently l could recognize
Lascelles, raging. 1nfame" 'Coquin"
Assassin were the mildest terms he
was volleying at somebody, and then,
recognizing me. he burst into maudlin
tears, swore was his only friend. He
had been insulted, abused, denied rep
aration. Was he hurt? inquired, and
instinctively felt for my knife. 1t was
still there where I'd hid it in the in
side pocket of my overcoat. No hurt;
not a blow Did | suppose that he,
Frenchman, would pardon that or
leave the spot until satisfaction had
been exacted? Then | begged him to
be calm and listen to me for moment.
/ told him my plight-that had given
my word to be at the barracks that
evening; that had no money left, but
/ could go no further. Instantly he
forgot his woes and became absorbed
in nv affairs. Parole d'honneurr he
would see that mine was never I'M
sullied. He himself would escort me
to the maison de Capitaine Cram. He
would rejoice to say to that brave en-
nemi. Behold! here is thy lieutenant,
of honor the most unsullied, of cour-
age the most admirable, of heart the
most magnanimous. The Lord only
knows what he wouldn't have done had
we not pulled up at his gate. There l
helped him out on the banquette. He
was steadied by his row. whatever it
had been. He would not let me expose
mvself-even under Pierce's umbrella.
He would not permit me to suffer
from times so of the dog You will
drive monsieur to his home and return
here for me at once he ordered cabby.
grasped both my hands with fervent
good night and the explanation that
he had much haste, implored pardon
for leaving NEON the morrow he
would call and explain everything
then darted into the gate. We never
could have parted on more friendly
terms. / stood for moment to see
that he safely reached his door, for a
light was dimly burning in the hall,
then turned to jump into the cab, but it
wasn't there. Nothing was there. 1
jumped from the banquette into berth
aboard some steamer out at sea. They
tell me the first thing l asked for was
Pierce's umbrella and Larkin's hat"
And this was the story that Waring
maintained from first to last. pills"
-ventured query as to whether the
amount of Krug and Clicquot con-
sumed might not have overthrown his
mental equipoise. No, Sam declared,
he drank very little. 1.-THE only Bac-
chanalian thing did was to join in a
jovial chorus from a new French opera
which Lascelles' friend piped up and
had heard in the north:
"OHi, buvons, buvons encore!
S'n est un win Qu'on adore
De Paris Macao,
C-est lie ClicQuot c'est lie Clicquot."
Asked if he had formed any conjec-
rture as to the identity of the stranger,
Sam said no. The name sounded like
''Philippes," but he couldn't be sure.
But when told that there We're rumors
to the effect that Lascelles' younger
brother had been seen with him twice
or thrice of late, and that he had been
in exile because, if anything, of hope
less passion for madame his sister-in-
law, and that his name was Philippe,
Waring looked dazed. Then a sudden
light, as of newer, fresher memory,
flashed up in his eyes. He seemed
about to speak, but as suddenly con-
-trolled himself and turned his face to
the wall. From that time on he was
determinedly dumb about the stranger.
What reused him to lively interest and
conjecture, however, was Grams query
as to whether he had not recognized in
the cabman called in by the stranger
the very one whom he had knocked
-endwise" and who had tried to shoot
him that morning. 'No," said War
ing, 1.-The man did not speak at all, that
] noticed, and did not once see his
face, he was so bundled up against the
storm" But if it was the same party,
suggested he, it seemed hardly neces-
sary to look any further in explanation
of his own disappearance. Cabby had
simply squared matters by knocking
him senseless, helping himself to his
watch and ring and turning out his
pockets, then hammering him until
frightened off, and then, to cover his
tracks, setting him afloat in Anatole's
boat.
Perhaps cabby took hand in the
murder, too" suggested Sam. with
eager interest. You say he had dis
.appeared-gonew with his plumber. Now,
who else could have taken my knife?"
Then Reynolds had something to tell
him; that the lady" who wrote the
anonymous letters, the belle annie
whom Lascelles proposed to visit, the
occupant of the upper floor of
''the dove-cot," was none other
than the blighted foweret who
had appealed to him for aid and sym
pathy, for fifty dollars at first and later
for more. the first year of his army
service in the south, for the sake of
the old home" Then Waring grew even
more excited and interested. pills"
put stop to further developments for
a farr dave He faarad a ralanSa Rut
in spite of pills" the developments,
like other maladies, throve. The lit
tie detective came down again. He