The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1899-01-05

abouts, tell me where he Is"
She hesitated for a moment, then
drew from her pocket piece of paper
scrubbed something on 1t in pencil, and
pressed it into Sutherland's hand.
"MNsieur," she whispered, "if you
find her II may see her? once-only
once again?"
"Yes."
God bless you, monsieur"
She seized his hand and eagerly press
ed it to her lips, then, hastily brush
ing away tear, she re-entered the
cafe, and was soon delighting her
coarse admirers with another song.
Sutherland had been too much car
RED 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 1t
stopped. Sutherland leaped out, and to
his confusion Miss Hetherington rose
to follow him. He made no attempt
to oppose her, knowing well that any
such attempt would be useless.
So the two went together up 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 II the gentleman
would give his name she would take
it.: but this Sutherland could not do.
He slipped napoleon into the girls
hand, and after momentary hesita-
tion she showed the two into the very
room where the Frenchman sat-
He was dressed not in his usual dan
dified fashion, but in a 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,
cor shall | say Mademoiselle Hether-
ington?"
YES" she returned quietly, in the
same tongue, Miss Hetherington.
have come to you, villain that you are,
for my childp'
"Your child?"
"Ay, 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. | know
nothing of your daughter; she left me
Of her own free will, and request you
to leave my house."
But the old lady stood firm
II will not STIR" she exclaimed, "un-
til 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; 1.-The person of whom you
speak is nothing to me-"
1T is false; she is your Wife"
''She is not my wife! she was my
mistress, nothing morev'
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 well as liar" cried
the young Scotchman; "retract what
you have said, or, by God! I'll strangle
your
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 chair.
you villain! he Kissed; you shall
suffer for this. will seek police pro-
lection. | will have you cast into
prison. Yes. you shall utterly rue the
day when you dared to lay a 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