The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1902-07-03

Uodiu anu LOOK out q letIer, WHICH S0e
handed to her husband.
Here, take it, she said. land be
satisfied
Considering that she used to be a
chambermaid, Palmyre Chocareille,
since become Nine. Gypsy, wrote a
good letter. It was addressed in a
free, flowing hand: IN. M. L. de Cla-
meran, Forge Master, Hotel du Louvre
To be handed to NJ. Raoul de Layers.
Very importantly"
"Oh, hop said Fanferlot, accompa-
nying his explanation with a little
whistle, as was his habit when he
thought he had made a grand discov-
cry. "Oh, hop
do you intend to open ity' question
ed Nine. Alexandra.
eyes," said Fanferlot as he dexter
ously opened the envelope.
Nine. Alexandra leaned over the
shoulder Of her '1ittle man." and they
both read:
NJ. Raoul-Prosper is in prison accused of a
robbery which know he never committed. Three
days ago wrote to you on this subject.
"Whatv' interrupted Fanferlot. '"This
silly girl wrote and I never saw the
letter?''
"But, little man, she must have post
ed it herself the day she went to the
Palais de Justice"
every likely" said Fanferlot, salts
fed. He continued reading:
wrote to you three days ago and have no re.
70 he In hia hoef frio do
desert him? If you don't answer this letter,
shall consider myself released from certain
promise and without scruple will tell Prosper Of
the conversation I overheard between you and
NJ. de Clameran. But count on you, can
not? l shall expect you at the Archangel hotel
NINA Gypsy.
The letter read, Fanferlot without a.
word proceeded to copy it.
"Well," said Nine. Alexandra, "what
do you sayY'
Fanferlot was delicately resealing the
copied letter when the door Of the hotel
Office was suddenly opened, and the
boy whispered:
Hist! Histy'
Fanferlot disappeared with marvel
GUS celebrity into dark closet. He had
barely time to close the door before
Nine. Gypsy entered.
Alas, the poor girl was sadly chanst
cd. She was pale, her cheeks were
hollow and her eyes were red with
weeping. ~
On seeing her Nine. Alexandra could
not repress cry Of surprise.
"Why, my child, you are not going
out?''
II am obliged to do so, madame, and
came to ask you to tell any one that
may call during my absence to wait
until return"
but where are you going at this
hour, sick as you areT'
Nine. Gypsy hesitated a moment.
"Oh," she said, "you are so good to
me that I am tempted to confide in
you. Read this note, which a messen-
ger just now brought to me.''
"Whatv' cried Nine. Alexandra, per-
fectly aghast. "a messenger come
here and go up to your room?"
lis there anything surprising in
that?"
"Oh, no.''
And in a tone loud enough to be
heard in the closet she read the note:
A friend Of Prosper, who can neither receive
you nor present himself at your house, needs to
speak to you. Be in the stage Office opposite the
st. Jacques tower tonight at precisely, and the
writer will approach and tell you what he has to
say to you. l have appointed this public place
for the rendezvous so as to relieve you of all fear
"And you are going to this rendez-
vous?" cried Nine. Alexandra.
"Certainly."
"But it is imprudent, foolish 1t is
snare to trap you"
1T makes no difference" interrupted
Gypsy. II am so unfortunate already
that l have nothing more to dread.
Any change would be a relief
And, without waiting to hear any
more, she set out. She was not in the
street before Fanferlot bounced out of
the closet.
"A thousand thundersv' he cried.
care people to walk over the Archan-
gel as if it were a public street? Was
ever such impudence heard of?' he
continued. "a messenger comes into
my house and goes up stairs without
being seen by anybody! And the idea
Of you, sensible woman, being idiotic
enough to dissuade that little viper
from keeping the appointments
"But, my DEAR
did you not suppose that would
follow her and discover what she is at
tempting to conceal? = Come, make
haste and help me, so that she won't
recognize me.'' -
In few minutes Fanferlot was COM
pletely disguised by thick beard, q
wig and one Of those long linen blouses
worn by men who go about seeking
work and at the same time hoping
they may not find it. 1911 ~, =.
Have you your handcuffs?" asked
the solicitous Nine. Alexandra when he
was ready. {. -.
Eyes, yes. Make haste and post that
letter to M. de Clameran and keep
good watch"
And without listening to his wife,
who cried out, "GoOd lnckW Fanferlot