The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1898-12-29

Sutherland had been too much car
ried away by the work he had in hand
to notice Adele's emotion. He opened
the paper she had given him, and read
the address by the aid of the street
lamp; then he returned to the fly,
which stood waiting for him at the
curbstone. He gave his directions to
the driver, then entered the vehicle;
taking his seat beside Miss Hethering-
ton, who sat there like a statue.
The vehicle drove off through Sc
ries of well-populated streets, then it
stopped. Sutherland leaped out, and to
his confusion Miss Hetherington rose
to follow him. He made no attempt
to oppose her, knowing we'll that any
such attempt would be useless.
So the two went together up a dark
ened court, and paused before a door.
In answer to Sutherland's knock lit
tie maid appeared, and he inquired in
as firm voice as he could command
for Monsieur Caussidiere.
| Yes, Monsieur Caussidiere was at
| home, she said, and if the gentleman
would give his name she would take
it; but this Sutherland could not Go.
He slipped napoleon into the girls
hand, and after momentary hesita-
| ton she showed the two into the very
room where the Frenchman sat.
He was dressed not in his usual dan
dified fashion, but in seedy morning
coat; his face looked haggard He was
seated at a table with piles of paper
before him. He looked up quietly
when the door opened; then seeing
Miss Hetherington, who had been the
first to enter the room, he started to his
feet.
Madame" he exclaimed in French.
'or shall l say Mademoiselle Hether-
ington?"
"Yes," she returned quietly, in the
same tongue, Miss Hetherington. I
have come to you, villain that you are.
for my child!'
your childo"
CAY, my daughter, my Marjorie.
Where is she, tell me-"
BY this time Caussidiere had recov-
cred from his surprise. He was still
rather frightened, but he conquered
himself sufficiently to shrug his shout
ders, sheer and reply:
Really, madame, or mademoiselle,
your violence is unnecessary. I know
nothing of your daughter; she left me
of her own free will. and 1 request you
to leave my house."
But the old lady stood firm.
Il will not STIR" she exclaimed, Gun
til l have my Marjorie You took her
from her home, and brought her here.
What have you done with her? If
harm has come to her through you.
look to yourself"
The Frenchman's face grew livid: he
made one step toward her, then he
drew back.
Leave my house." he said, pointing
to the door; the person of whom you
speak is nothing to me-
ut is false; she is your wife"
'She is not my wife she was my
mistress. nothing more.''
Scarcely had the words passed his
lips when the Frenchman felt himself
seized by the throat, and violently
hurled upon the ground. He leaped to
his feet again, and once more felt
Sutherland's hard hands gripping his
throat. Coward as we'll as liar" cried
the young Scotchman; "retract what
| you have said, or, by God! I'll strangle
you!"
| The Frenchman said nothing, but he
struggled hard to free himself from the
others fierce clutch, while Miss Heth-
erington stood grimly looking OH.
Presently Caussidiere shook himself
free, and sank exhausted into a chair.
"You villain" he Missed; "you shall
suffer for this. I will seek police pro-
lection. 1 will have you cast into
prison. Yes, you shall utterly rue the
day when you dared to lay finger
upon me-"
But Sutherland paid no heed. Find
ing that in reality Caussidiere knew as
little Of Marjories whereabouts as he
knew himself, he at last persuaded
Miss Hetherington to leave the place.
They drove to the project of police
to set some inquiries on foot; then they
went back to the cafe to make further
inquiries Of Adele. On one thing they
were determined, not to rest night or
icy u It'll they had found Marjorie
alive or dead.
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