Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-10-01


 while trying to startle Lola Into con- fession by the vlse of his name. His rescue of Bnwdsey hinted that the long arm of coincidence might be at work
 T should have thought that the red man was clever enough to"- began George.
 She rose to her feet with such mani fest alarm that George knew bis guess was correct. ''You talk foolish" said she.
 George looked at her angry face se- rcnely. Did Bawdsey when he said you wished me harm?''
 "What?' She flung up her hands, with blazing eyes. Did he say dc wish you harm? Was it--that-that cow-pig'-
 Don't call names, Lola, and don't distress yourself. 1t was Bawdsey."
 Lola saw that she had gone too far. She tried to recover lost ground. T do not know his names," she said sul- lenly, then burst out: "But I wish you no harm. Eh, will you believe that, my preserver?''
 I'll believe nothing if you will not tell me the truth" said Brendon, a little cruelty. Come, Lola, admit that you paid Bawdsey to watch me-
 Il did not pay-no, not one sou. He did it for love-"
 "Oh. indeed! So Bawdsey is in love with your
 Lola threw back her head defiantly. "Yes, he Is, and care not one, two, three little trines for him. Chup! He is old--he is red-he is one big fool. that can twist and twist And you apparently have done so. We'll, then, Lola, did you get him from private inquiry officer
 ~"No, did not so. He loved me. and sent me flowers oh, many, many fiowers-those roses" She pointed to a silver dish filled with roses. He has flowers from friend in San Remo."
 Brendon sat up with an eager look in his eyes. So Bawdsey knew some one in San Reno. Brendon began to think that there was some meaning in all these things and piled Lola with questions. She was sulky at first and would not answer. But Brendon knew how to manage her, and before the conclusion of the conversation he got the whole truth out of her.
 ''So Bawdsey knows San Reno, and he is fifty or over fifty years of age. H'm! He knows all the history of the place, suppose "I know not--nothing do know" 1 "Ah, that's a pityl Bawdsey could tell you some nice tales" He fixed n keen glance on her. About some vel 1 low holly, for instance" | Lola winced, for the shot had gone home. But she still held to her decla- ration Of ignorance. "T know noth- ings absolutely" l "But apparently this man knows a great deal. He is in love with you and must have told you much. Did he inform you of certain murder which | took place at San RemoG'
 ''Ah, bah! Why should he7 knew of all already"
 "Youl How did you knowT'
 My father and my mothers, they lived in San Reno when--oh, they did tell me all Of that Englishman."
 Ibid they know who murdered him2'' asked George, marveling at this un- expected discovery. H < t f
 Was there no suspicionT
 "Not one suspicious. II know noth- ings," she repeated doggedly.
 ssIt strikes me that you do. How did you and Bawdsey come to be talking of this matter?'
 we did not talk" Lola looked down at her foot as she told the lie and moved 1t restlessly.
 George rose and took up his hat. Throwing his coat over his arm, he I moved toward the door. "Good night, mademoiselle."
 She sprang to her feet and flew after him. sNo, no!'' she cried in lively alarm. "You must not go, my dearest ! dearp'
 What is the use of my stopping when you win not show your gratitude toward me by telling the truth?" l T will tell! will tell! Sit down. The coat-you shall not go. I will say I all. Ask what you will. Sit, my little cabbage--a wine in the glass--ah, yes and cigarette. Come, be good. Am madenoisellew
 Mo- said George, smiling on her pleading face. You are my friend Lola now that you are sensible.'
 "Ah, only friendr' she said sadly. "But speak. Yes?'' I George began at once to question her lest the yielding mood should pass away. "You made the acquaintance of Bawdsey at the hall?' Lola nodded. "He loved me; he sent me flowers. learn that he looks after people, and made him watch you. told him your name" l Ibid he know my name" asked Brendon quickly. | He knew everything -oh, yes-all--- allg'
 Brendon was taken aback. "All--all what?" he asked, amazed.
 "Why"-Lola twirled her fingers "all what you would not tell to me, my dear. That your names is vane, and milor''-
 'Derrington! Did Bawdsey mention l Lord Derrington?' | "Yes Oh many times he sneaks of