The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1902-05-02

and Paris as in Antwerp-Baron De-
metrius Peterhoff.
This wonderful man had been at the
head Of the famous Third Section in
Nihilists for years; an argus-eyed head
Of police; until, unfortunately, a cog
slipped with fatal result, since the
Car Alexander was murdered through
the fundamentally Of a bomb, and
from that hour Baron Peterhoff's use
fulness In Russia was at an end.
"Ah!" Charlie said, very calmly; 81
have heard of you very often, baron;
but, really, I confess the prospect Of
meeting SO renowned a character never
entered my mind. To what am l in
debted for the honor?
Again the distinguished gentleman
uttered the word that had startled
Charlie before.
ITO the pretty fraulein."
Charlie frowned.
See here, baron-I know this lady
as Mile. Airline Brand. Surely there
must be a mistake"
"She has golden hair?"
eyes"
And eyes so blue"-holding up his
hands in a dramatic manner that
would have delighted Artemus-'that
they shame the lovely skies of the
Riviera"
Charlie groaned an assent. A crush
ing weight seemed to press upon his
brain and he felt as though tottering
on the verge of a p%recipice.
GAS to the name" continued the
baron, coolly, what does it matter?
Mile. Airline Brand is as good as an
other-indeed, when you come to ex-
anime it, there is something of the adj
ventures stripe about so delightful a
cognomen, don't you think, young sir?
To my knowledge that Is only n of a
score of different names the lady has
adopted within the last few years."
"Adventuress!"
How like the shock of a rattlesnake's
stroke the mention of that word fell
upon Charles hearing.
"Since you have been so kind as to
give me warning, suppose you tell me
who this wonderful lady of many
names isl" he asked, coldly.
you must have heard of the Count
ess Isolde Brabant."
1t "a a name he had often seen
mentioned in London and continental
papers, a name belonging to a beautiful
Pnccian unIlno Wnnoon uiron nuors
heart and soul to the cause of Mill
ism, connected with high families in
the Land of the White Car, banished
through royal decree, and now turned
adventures in Vienna, Paris and other
capitals Of Europe.
He %shuddered at the picture.
"At least l am under favors to you,
baron, for your kindness; and if 1
make a fool of myself it will not be for
lack of warning"
well, young sir, I W my life to
your father. Before Sebastopol, when
a fierce engagement was in progress, I
had been cut down and lay there help
less, when a squadron of British dra-
goons charged. They would have
crushed me to atoms, but that a
wounded Highlander captain, crawl
ing over, shielded my body with his
own, and, raising himself, waved his
tartan in the air, at which the dra-
goons separated, sweeping past to the
left and to the right. That brave
Highlander was your noble father.
Fol years we correspondent; but in my
eventful life the memory of the debt l
owed him-more shame to me-became
obscured by other issues. Young sir,
for his sake l have sought to save you
from the snare of the fowler. Be
warned in time"
A cab, doubtless previously signaled,
dashed up, the busy baron jumped in,
waved his hand to Charlie, and was
gone.
He left a very puzzled and deeply
worried young man in front of the
Steen.
Charlie seemed wrestling with the
problem, and drawn first this way,
then that but his natural obstinacy
finally won out.
sFWell," he muttered through his
teeth, 81 said eight o'clock tonight;
and, come veal or come woe, 1 shall
keep the appointment"
(To be continued.)
QUESTION DEVIL COULDN'T ANSWER