The Red Cloud chief., 1897-11-12
CHAPTER XXXII.-Uox1iSrEnl

On arriving Ut Tue sldtloh' '"'h'
land called up a fly. and ordered 1t to
drive with the greatest possible speed
TO the Hotel Suisse, a quiet establish
ment close to the boulevards. once
there, he ordered a private ROOM, con-
Quoted Miss Hetherington to 1t. ana
proposed that she should wait there
while he went in search Of Marjorie.
At first she rebelled. but she yielded
at last.
Yes. | will wait" she said. Il am
feeble. as you say. Johnnie sutherland,
and not fit to face The fog ana snow;
but you'll bring the BARN to me- Tor
| cannot wait long
Eagerly giving his promise, Suther-
land started off, and the old lady, UNI
able to master her excitement. walked
feebly about the room. preparing for
the appearance of her child.
She had the fire piled up: she had
the table ladened with food and wine:
then she took her stand by the win
y dow, and eagerly canned the face of
every passer-by. At length. and after
what seemed to her to be hours OF ag-
ony, Sutherland returned.
He was alone.
The BARN: the BARN she cried.
tottering toward him.
He made one quick step toward her,
and caught her in his arms as he re-
piled:
Dear Miss Hetherington, she has
gomez
For a moment she did not seem able
70 understand him: she stared ut him
blankly and repeated:
Gone! where is she gomez
Il do not know; several weeks ago
she left this place with her child. and
she has not been seen since
The old woman's agony was pitiful
10 see: she moaned. and with her trem-
bling fingers clutched her thin hair.
"Gone." she moaned "Ah, my God.
she is in the streets. she is starving
Suddenly a new resolution came to
her-with an effort she pulled herself
together. She wrapped her heavy fur
cloak around her and moved toward
the door.
Where are you going?' demanded
Sutherland.
She turned round upon him with liv-
id and death-like face.
''Going!' she repeated, in a terrible
voice. II am going to him!-to the
villain who first learned my secret and
stole my BARN awa'!"
Miss Hetherington spoke firmly
showing as much by her manner as
by her speech that her determination
was fixed. Sutherland therefore made
no attempt to oppose her; but he called
up a fly, and the two drove to the
lodgings which had been formerly oc'
cupied by Marjorie and Caussidiere.
To Sutherland's dismay, the rooms
were empty, Caussidiere having disap
peared and left no trace behind him
For a homer he was at a loss what t
do.
Suddenly he remembered Adele, ant
resolved TO seek assistance from her
Yet here again lie was at a loss. |
would be all very we'll for him to seel
out Adele at the cafe, but to taxi
Miss H~etherington there was anothe'
matter. He therefore asked her to re
turn to the hotel and wait quietly Their
while he continued the search.
This she positively refused to 10.
Come ava, Johnnie Sutherland,
she said, "and take me with you. |
I'm a woman I'm an old one, and m
matter where I gang | mean to find m
child"
At seven o'clock that night the caf
was brilliantly lit and crowded with
roisterous company. Adele, flushed
and triumphant, having sang n O
her most popular songs, was astonishe'
10 see a "a reckoning to her from
the audience. Looking again, she say
that the man was none other than tn
Young artist-Sutherland.
Descending from her rostrum, she ca
gerly went forward to join him, an,
the two passed out of the cafe an
stood confronting each other in tn
street.
adele" said Sutherland, eagerly
Selling her hands, where is that ma.
-Caussidiere?'
"Caussidiere?" she repeated, starin
at him in seeming amazement.
les, CduSSiuitlt' wi ht Whcit ii
is, for Gods sake"'
Again Adele hesitated-somethin
had happened, Of that she felt sure. 70
the man who now stood before her wa
certainly not the Sutherland of othe
days; there was a look in his eye
which had never been there before.
Monsieur" she said gently, tell m
first where Is madame, his wise?"
God knows! I want to find her.
have come to Paris with her mothe
TO force that villain to give her NJ
Adele, IL you do not know her where
abouts. tell me where he is"
She hesitated for a moment, the
drew from her pocket a piece OF pape
scrubbed something on it In pencil, an
pressed 1t into Sutherland's hand.
'MGSsieur," she whispered. "if 20