The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-06-25
Miss Patton began to be an

by daring to make eyes at you all the
time? Is she mad ?''
Yes-a bit. Besides, she's a Mini
"oh-h!"
Shed think nothing Of blowing us
up"
Miss Patton laughed. She's done
that already
Home was vaguely uneasy. Don't
irritate her" he implored. you never
know what fanatic like that may do. |
She's got a, bomb in her room, and |
threatens to throw 1t at us If the en-
gagement is not broken off,"
1T strikes me-" said Miss Patton, |
that mama had better take us away. |
Then this mad woman won't have |
any one to throw bombs at unless she |
goes back to st. Petersburg"
st. Prudoc is an ideal spot for
lovers"
She looked at him with big. blue,
ideal where I happen to be? 2"
Just what I was trying to put into
words. Shows how we'll you under
stand me-
Vera Gotschakoff came into the sa-
lon and glared at them. Had Home
told Miss Patton about the bomb?"
Keep her here for ten minutes"
whispered Miss Patton, greatly to
Homes surprise. Then she said aloud:
Yes, shall be waiting for you at
the foot of the Calvaire des Marins
at 8 o'clock" and hurried away.
Vera Gotschakoff sneered. AS she
swayed towards him, she reminded
Home Of a, panther about to spring.
1T is time she said,' that we had an
explanation"
Home brought her chair. Mind
full of Miss Pattons injunction, he
smiled pleasantly. Anything can
do?"
you must break off your engage
ment with that chit of a girl or will
kill you both.''
II don't think I'd do that if I were
you. You might get into trouble.
We've neither Of us done you any
HARM
| ''Nei-- Oh, you make me mad!
You have blasted my career--''
OF usefulness as a nihilist?"
She has dared to make love to
you under my eyes,"
| mo, you're mistaken there. Hon
estly, I've done all the love-making."
! Bah! You call that love-making ?''
What do you call it?"
| IT call it disgusting"
sort of disgust I've been hoping
to experience all my life. Now, look
here, Miss Gotschakoff, I'm awfully
obliged to you for not blowing me up
in st. Petersburg, and all that; but
why can't you let me be happy In
my own way?"
"Ha, you say that! But I will blow
you UP now. I will kill YOU"
you can if you like. It isn't con-
sistent.'
What isn't? What do I care for
consistency"
well, you say you love me, and
you spared me in St. Petersburg.
What's the use Of sparing me in st.
Petersburg and blowing me up here?"
| Then you were free to love me.
| Now you despise me-"
mo, no, I don't No right-minded
man despises a woman who really
| loves him.
Il could give you career"
THANK you; I don't want one.
am content to be loved"
Loved! BY an English mees.'
Bah! She won't love you as do"
"T hope not. Can't you see that
you are altogether wasting yourself
on me? I'm not worthy Of so much
affection. Why don't you go back to
Russia, and chuck up nihilism and
settle down? You've had your little
fling
Il have had my little fling, you
say? All! you do not know. Wait
aud see. In an hour, perhaps two
hours, perhaps later, you will see.
Miss Patton put her head in at the
door. Mama has a headache and
We dine in our own rooms Meet me
at the Calvaire des Marins at 9
o'clock. I'm just going to- Dress. .
Home did not understand what it
all meant. The Calvaire des Marins
was q lonely cross on the top of a
mound overlooking the bay. He turned
to leave the room.
Vera Gotschakof looked at him
curiously. Her lips were set tight,
the pupils Of her eyes contracted into
vicious Sits.
" "6f oo m0nt give wd her up Home 70 made
another attempt. my dear girl, do
how you are mistaken in me-"
Bah! hate her"
Don't. Pity her, rather, If she's
going to marry me. See what lot Of
. bother she's saved you. You ought
, to be grateful"
ooh, yes, I am grateful. T will
show you my gratitude-at O'Clock
later"
And Home turned to go-"don't
talk all that rubbish about bombs any
, more. The police will get hold of
you, and + shant be able to save you.
There's been a fellow sneaking about
the hotel for the last three days. He
, just loks like q Russian spy
you warn me! You warn mel
her lace SOlLeleQ IoT lIle IlloLlelll
"Td like to kiss you just once"
Before Home could move, she had
+ thrown her arms round him and
kissed him on the lips.
: A little red spot famed in his
cheeks. He said no word = only
: pointed sternly to the door.
/ She fingered a moment, searched
: his face for some sign Of yielding;
then, finding none, glided away.
When Home strolled up to the Cal
varie DIES Marins that evening, he ha6
a revolver in his pocket. It occurred
: to him that the spy might perhaps
prove more dangerous than that hand
some lunatic, Miss Gotschakoff. He
, was somewhat of a fatalist. If fate
intended that Internal bomb to bt
+ thrown at him, it would be thrown
4 and he must dodge it as he best could
+ Still, it was annoying to have all these
a troubles when he wanted to be en-
= joying himself with Miss Patton. A
= he sauntered toward the mound, h
:. came to the conclusion that he re
:. sourcefuI Miss Patton did not wish tt
d be blown up, either. Miss Gotscha
koff had not yet left the hotel. AL
: tho the night was dark, Home knew
Il perfectly well that he was beini
"shadowed."
q He stro1led leishrely along, the re,
o tip Of his cigar making an easy mari
: for hostile manifestations When h
n reached the foot of the mound ElSi