The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1902-05-16
CHAPTER xxI.-(continuedJ

CHAPTER NNI.-(Continueu'
Where is the gentleman" he asked.
"In one of the small private parlors'
sir. l will show you the way, II you
please"
The marquis glanced again at the
card which he held, and read:
"Maurics Stanton Livermore:
Give me d private interview imme-
diately"
Lead me to the gentlemen" he said
quietly, though there was tumult IN
his heart.
AS he reached the door of the biJou
parlor he saw man pacing restlessiy
to and fro, much as Gagged tigers arc
wont to exercise.
1t was Captain Livermore, but his
friends would have been shocked at his
appearance, for his hair was sadly lack
\. ing in order, his face flushed, as though
NJ dallied long over the wine, and his
whole aspect like that of a man who
has been on spree.
The marquis was disturbed; he an
ticipated bad news, but had not glim-
mer of what shape it would take until
the captain, seeing him enter, advanced
to meet him.
Captain Livermore, what can do
For you?" the marquis asked, coldly.
'Sir. have come for my wlfe!"
The marquis started as If some ono
had fired a pistol shot close to his ear.
Even the most collected individual
might be a trife ratified by such an
VII lit him
while he was whipping his wits into
line, from excaliming:
Pardon me, sir, but l fail to exactly
comprehend the meaning of what you
say"
Then | will explain further. My
first intention was to shoot you down
on sight, but l could not forget that
once you refused to avail yourself OF
the privilege of taking my forfeited
life. and swore that the man who had
been that generous should have at least
a chance to defend himself before /
killed him."
Still | am in the dark. The first
thing | grasp is that she has told you
who am
81 was a blind fool never to have
suspected it. You ruined me, marquis,
but surely that should have satisfied
your desire for revenge. All that had
might go and welcome, so long as l
still call my wife and babies mine.
Again l say, have come to you to de-
mand my wife"
"a And l reply, sir, that | have not
ssen your wife since last evening, when
I left her in your own house, together
with her children
Eye looked into eye. 1t was as though
the captains whole existence depended
upon what he read there, his manner
that of a distracted man holding his
passions in check only through the
most desperate effort.
Jack Overton, do you swear to
that?" he demanded hoarsely.
II do, on my life"
Again the captain met his gaze and
seemed to read his very soul through
those open windows.
After all, these were two men built
pretty much upon the same model
both brave and frank by nature-such
individuals can understand each other
through the mysterious realm of tele-
pathy.
II cannot believe that the man whose
generous spirit caused him to fire above
my head on the other occasion would
look me squarely in the eye and speak
falsely. Yes, even against my will,
am compelled to believe you, and
prove it by offering you my hand, mar
quis; but if you are not guilty, then, il
the name of heaven, who has taken my
wife away" l left home after dinner
to meet very important engagement
that had connection with my future
left there with the kisses of wife an(
children warm upon my face, for Fe
dora had told me all, and her distres!
concerning your possible future actor
had drawn us closer together. 1 re
turned later in the evening, just al
speedily as a cab could bring me from
the Victoria, to find her gone and m!
little darlings motherless. This not,
was left behind"
He handed the other a crumple(
sheet of paper, upon which had beer
Z y written in a peculiar chirography, ;
long, running hand, such as is laugh
in Spanish schools:
ITO balance accounts.
"Guerre a mort"
When he looked up his face was ash
en- gray.
Those eager, bloodshot eyes saw tina
the miserable and tragic little paper
worthy of place on the comedy stage
had struck home.
"You have guessed" he exclaimed.
81 believe l know who wrote this
and, therefore, who is at the bottom o
the outrage. In one way l am t,
blame. Listen, and in the shortes
possible time l will tell you about tn
Senorita Juanita and the strange in
fatuation she has for me-"
Rapidly he sketched the romantic
story of his life under tropic skies.
The captain might have imagined
was leaf from such amazing tales a
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