Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1900-07-05
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CHAPTER XXXV.
Herbert's Revenge.

little boat floating back to the island
villa, and then. slowly retracing his
steps to the village inn, he strove 10
realize what had passed.
Sybil Aye. it was no delusive Wis
ion. but SYPHILIS self who had spoken
TO him of love! And Sybil was Made
moisele Laponte.
All, he had found the missing clue at
last. The sick gin on board the Ocean
Queen. the midnight songstress and
the miGnigh, vision. the dark-veiled
nurse of lie Providence. and the water
nymph of the Partisan ball room. We're
all tho same living, loving Sybl-no al
Turing phantom. but sorrowing wo-
man. whose web of fate. rs she her
self had said was TOO darkly and
strangely woven for his eye to pierce.
And she loved him. suffered with
him. mourned for him. even Is he had
moll ned for her.
All there was hope and happiness III
h.. thou sht. This world cannot be Ill
terly darkened. when Love beamS up
on it in his perfect light
Her fatler-this Clark -broWcd man.
1vho had assaulted i'm on his own cs
tate-it was her father who stood be-
tween them. 1t must be her fathers
shadow. then. thar lay 80 myS,elionSiy
on her life Some outlawel desperate.
perhaps. whom she feared TO name
seine acvcntlrer, who had made
forum by lawleS> deeds and was ccm-
PEELED to fly his native land to enjoy
his ill-gottcn gold. Perhaps. even-
and. though Herbert Shrunk from III"
thought. it seemed TO explain much OF
the mystery that enSl,rcudeh Syhil>
Gfe-perhaIk some criminal. hiding
from offended justice.
Was ii strange that Sybil should
deny his suit. was it slrage that one
so delicate and gentle shrank from I'M
yelling. even to n lovers eye. the nlys-
terry Of a fathers crimes:
All. yes: as Herbert thought Of The
wild threats Of the ruffian who had
met him in Give Woods and I'll"
fierce anger Of the masked monk in
Madam la Marnui>e'> ball room. he b.
came more and more satisfied that his
SurlniSeS were yOrrpct-tnal Sybll
Wrayc was The daughter Of Que who
had GiS@racel his children and Gi>linn-
ored his namc-of one 10 whom 81"
cling in pity and tenderness. hul ais
i'll SHINE and sorrow: and never. H!i'it
the shadow was removed from her
path. could he ho3c TO will hrl-i"Tn1'
while rlta, father lived would she CON
sent 10 link her fate with 'ilar CT HE
proud and honnred Olives.
And with the pic gre of his Illre ard
beautiful Sybil floating before his
Dyes-with the echo Of her ,enl""
though hopeless words still sounding in
his ears-ii was no wonder thar Her
bert felt q fierce Indignation swelling
:n his breast against the man who's"
shadow lay across the sunshine of his
sove-againSt tba father who !i"'i
the happiness Of his child.
Absorbed in thoughts like these
Herbert walked on slowly. and il WAS
long past midnight when he arrived 1T
,ile little inn. Yet. late as was tho
hour. the place seemed astir with some
unusual excitement.
Lights twinkled in all til" windows:
voices could be heard raised in lo,l'1 !
in the lirtie bar room: ord
Dane Marguerite. whom Ii" haa left
sleepily over her knitting. was
q very wide-awake and angry li'tl" w.
nan. Judging from the vitupera'ive re-
marks that reached the ears of he1
crest.
Coward. idiot .knayc and fool Thar
thou art! TO come back 10 st. Eothnrl
with a story like that Oh yo'r lying
ZOE gue--you. that I. too. rcc"'nm"nd"'i |
20 monsieur as faithful and trust
worthy. What will the rladp'noi>"'lr
Say TO me. in her anguish. i'll her des-
rair? What will the world say If YOU.
The guide. the traitor. who could leave
his master and friend to PERISH
ltnave. coward. villain that thou arr
'.Scold. then. if thou wilt. COOL
dame" was the gruff reioinder. "a
guides life is as dear to him as a gen
iIpman's. Not that Jean Baptiste Fa-
vre would tura his back on duty-nonn
ran say that Of him Dame Marguerite.
and he has been giGe at Mount Goth
.rd for well-nigh a score of years"
81 say nothing Of the past..' on
claimed the dame. shrily. st has
been good enough-too good for it
made me trust your courage. your hon
or. your truth. I never thought Jean
BaDtiste Fevre would turn his COW
artlly back upon the master who had |
put his life in his hands. and leave him
to perish in the mountain SHOWS.
"Sacre blue! Have I not told You
that he sent me for help?" answered |
the man. whose sluggish nature
seemed 10 be at last Stlffed 10 lmDa-
IieGce. 'Have l not told you that his
foot was crushed. and he could not
walk? Have I not told you that al
though might lift weights against |
him in the canton. not even Jean Bap-
.iste Fevre could carry like an infant |
/ form such as Col. LaDonte? I came
Cor help-have ] not told you'll came
'or help"
clark" said the dame. in thrilling
as n dull. booming sound ech
bed in the distance. "You came for
lelp. you say? Jean BaDtiste. what
nan will take his life in his hands and
yrave the Pass. with that noise in his
.ars? No, no. 1t is too late-too late.
Alas for poor ,monsieur--it is too late!"
t'What is too late?" asked Herbert,
entering. "What has happened, ma
lamp
"Ah woe. misery, desolation, Mon
,ieur Clivew cried the good dame.
yringing her hands. "This knaye, this
DOL, this IDIOT here. who has been
.ilide In st. Gothard for twenty years.
las turned coward. traitor. Judas, mt
nst! He las betrayed tie master who
risfed him: he has turned his back
IN brave Monsieur Colonel Laponte,
nd left him TO perish In the snow"