Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1904-03-28

Take care It doesn't blow over the
precipice." he said somewhat anxious
ly as ] leaned forward to bring the pa
per within the light Of the motor lamp
The fog had increased SO consider
ably with the setting Of the sun that
we had lighted our lamps some hours
before. but even SO It was some time
before / could make anything of the
Flew family penciled lines.
ITS in French, suppose, but
can't make much of It. What's this
about Torrent-and what the deuce
does 'Astrid' mean?"
Its name, I fancy, and the rest is
an address. | read 1t like this, 'Astrid
Chalet Of the Torrent, Dent de Son
Loup'---"
why. that's this bally old mountain
we're on now" interrupted excitedly.
Precisely" said BEDFORD, that's
why I'm here"
I But, my dear chap, you don't sup
pose the thief would be such an ass as
! to leave his address behind him on
your desk"
"fhe paper must have slipped behind
the desk. / found 1t when ! moved
the bureau from the wall to investi-
gate the lock. and whether 1t is a clue
or not think it's worth while. Good
heavens" he broke Off, selling my arm.
i"What on earth Is that?"
Sounds like woman singing, but
where the deuce she can be"
Never mind where she is, but lis
ten moment to what she Is singing"
said Jack BEDFORD, his voice trembling
with excitement.
We both held our breath and listened
to the full notes of q woman's voice
that seemed to penetrate the curtain
OF mist and come floating down the
mountain side like the tabled song OF
medieval romance.
by George! It's like the Loreli or
one Of those Wagner people"
But the song. man. the song!' ex-
claimed Jack Redford impatiently.
Have you ever heard 1t before?"
well, now you mention 1t, be-
! lieve have, though cant for the life
OF me think where"
IL played the melody to you myself
; one night when we were discussing
the big scene in my opera, The South
ern STAR"
Eyes, yes; recollect, and l remcm-
3 Der thinking the song was all very
well, II you could only get hold of a
woman with voice big enough to
: sing It,"
THAT difficulty has evidently been
' got over" said Redford, drawing a deep
breath. Just listen to that note. Come
on. old man, I'm going to find out who
}. the singer Is, Or"
n 1t was crazy thing to do, OF course.
particularly when surrounded by a
: dense fog which prevented either OF
0 Us seeing yard ahead.
I When at length we reached a ledge
0 of rock, along which there seemed to
a be some sort OF footpath, BEDFORD
broke into run.
u Hold hard, old man." said !, "or
\ you'll pitch over the rocks"
i Its all right l see a light ahead
Come on!" he shouted back, and was
/; out of sight before l could reply.
!, When caught him up he was stand
s ing leaning against the wall Of tiny
T chalet, listening to the final notes OF
the melody, which certainly was one
o of the finest things Redford had ever
y written.
S Even the somewhat Indifferent piano
Accompaniment could not disguise eth
!, 'er the beauty Of the song or the mag
n nifcent voice OF the singer. and as the
= last notes died away Redford CROPPED
: his way to the door of the chalet and
e knocked boldly.
: What on earth are you going. to
s ,do?" / questioned anxiously.
II Call on the lady ana ask her how
she got possession of my Manuscript
!. said Redford, beating a renewed tattoo
= on the closed door.
His knock remained unanswered till
y at the end OF three or four minutes, an
upper window was thrown open, and
: a womans clear voice rang through
. the stiffness.
. 1T is no use knocking, Signor Zuli-
- AMI" she said. 81 have given Fran.
- co.'s and his wife orders not TO open
, TO you again. | have quite determined
a not to accept the terms Of your propo-
= sltion, and therefore"
o We crave madame's pardon for dis
e turbing her." interrupted Jack Red
J. ford in his best French, but we are
4. two strangers who have lost our way
Q, In the fog, and"
n Monsieur Is an Englishman
h nest-ce pas?" said the woman's voic'
n sweetly.
Il wonder how the deuce she knew
that?" murmured Jack Redford before
re replying in English, Yes, we are Eng
a lish, madame"
I, Then kindly wait a couple of min
e utes, and will send some one to oper
Il the door" said she in excellent Eng
" fish, that had just the fa!ntest foreign
information about it.
t, A moment later there was sound o
ID heavy footsteps, and the door wa.
y. opened by grave-looking Swiss ser
want, who, with muttered invitation
g to les Messieurs to give themselves thu
trouble to mount the stairs, ushere'
lie us into n charmingly furnished, l
- somewhat tiny, room, where, seated a
1t the piano, was the loveiest woman
have ever seen in my life.
S. | glanced at Jack Redford MS sh
ID rose to greet us, and heard him Civ
an audible gasp of admiration as h
glanced from the masses of golden hal
r. to the statuesque beauty of the face
e. that broke into pleasant smile as sh
in interrupted our murmured apologies.