The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1895-07-20

Ncxt morning tho news Of uno he 3ois-
willie affair ran like wildilre through the
hotel and naturally lost nothing In the
telling.
As Vavasour had predicted, the sup
posed vicomto did not reappear, but van
ished with his supposed servant an &c
complete, no doubt-eithor late at night
or carly In the morning, gossip could not
discover which-from the hotel. The au-
thorities Of the hotel management main
tanned reticence and expressed absolute
ignorance OF any imposition in the affair.
The visitors, especially the women, were
absolutely certain that one Of the greatest
criminals Of the age had been secretly in
their midst and shuddered to think of the
various escapes from murder, robbery and
personal violence they must have had. The
Hunters were made the Victims of an in
tense sympathy. At tho same time both
they and the Pearsons were blamed Sc
verely for having been the chief means Of
giving the man prominent position In
the hotel society. They should, with thei-
fuller opportunities have known better,
especially as It now appeared that every
one else had all through suspected the i'm
| postor.
All kinds Of theories regarding De Bois-
VILE floated about, none being too wild or
improbable for acceptance. Vavasour was
the great center of interest, though the
part he played In the matter was only
known very indistinotly to the gossips.
| Neither word nor hint could, however, be
extracted from him toward any further So
luton of the mystery.
| In the painful awkwardness of the stu
| alton the Hunters took the most natural
| course open to them-retreat.
| John Vavasour was seated In the veran-
da, enjoying coffee and q solitary cigarette,
when the carriage to bear away the Hunt
ers drew up at the hotel door. His face
was deeply thoughtful; his hands absently
folded and refolded letter he had been
reading-rereading for he had received 1t
on awaking in the morning.
II shall be half over the Joch pass be-
fore you get this. BY all my gods, old
chap, swore to save you from the pretty
little campaigner and hor mother. VOLTA,
mon ami, 1t is done. II the process of open
ing your eyes was painful, believe me, you
will get over 1t. The end justifles the
MEANS and, by Jove, the Jekyll and Hyde
business was sport. My dual nationality
came in gloriously. Pity you did not meet
De Boisville. Such capital fellow;
worth two or three of Woodtown any day.
l
see the denouement For which am 1
most generally taken-anarchist, thief or
bagmanp Poor Mother Hunteri Poor lit
tie Rosie But one does not pity the spider
who fails to catch the dear old-saving
your presence-stupid fly. leave myself
entirely in your hands. Tell all or moth
ing, at your own discretion. Adieu. Au
revoir at Grindelwald."
Would he or would he not tellp Vava-
sour pondeIed the subject carefully. His
eyes had beon opened. The operation had
not been wanting In pain. He now saw
the Hunters in their real characters and
fully understood the deceit and baseness
In their treatment of him He was not
vindictive They deserved some punish
ment, but 1t would be toomuch to leave
them under the terrible impression of hav
ing been the victims Of an impostor who
was deep dyed villain Of some kind or
other. 70 know the real truth would be
enou III
TIC ladies' had taken their places in the
carriage when he jumped up from his
seat and came quickly forward. Lady
Hunter looked sadly crestfallen. Rosie was
quite pale and detected.
Il did not tell you all that knew last
night" Navasour addressed Lady Hunter
quickly, the horses being about to start
1.-THE man was not NJ. do Boisville. not
French vioonte He is an English Wis
count, Lord Forests son, Woodtown--an
incorrigible practical joker. dare say
you have heard Of him."
The plunging, impatient horses would
be no longer restrained. The expression
on the ladies' faces as they were whirled
away long remained wildly impressed on
Vuyasour's memory.-London Truth.