The Black Hills union and western stock review. [volume] (Rapid City, S.D.) 1904-19??, 1904-06-03

could I find him?" My restless eye
roamed nd the cheerless room. COM
ing back 10 rest upon a long dust-cov-
cred mirror set in the wall across the
way.
AS window driven clouds gather and
group themselves in fantastic shapes,
SO. deep in that mirrors shadowy
depths, a vague figure gradually took
form and character--mySelf.
With the vacant glance of 9 man
whose mind is intensely preoccupied
studied infinitely the reflection. my own
heuring, my dress, my weapons. / even
noted a button off my coat, and tried
dimly to remember where had lost 1t,
until-great God-this chamber of
death and revela ton had turned my
brain.
What face was that l saw? My own,
assuredly, but so like another.
Aghast powerless to move or cry out,
l stared helplessly into the glass.
Every other sensation vanished now
before this new born terror which held
my soul ens!aved. l closed my eyes,
dared not look.
My body seemed immovable with
horror. but trmebling had arose and
| pointed at the mirror. Scant need there
was TO call attention to that dim. ter
4 ribile presence. my whole soul shranlk
4 from the shostly face reflected in the
| pallid countenance. dea tn distorted
and drawn, which ! had conjured up In
many a frightened dream as that of the
4 murdered count-there was Henri
! d Artin.
How long l stood transtixed, point
/ ing into the mirror | know not. AS
men think of trihos even in times of
deadly fear SO did my lips frame over
and over again the last question I had
in mind before all sense forsook me,
I Where is the last d'Artin? Where is
the last d'Artin? Where-..H
And in answer to my question. tina
long, rigid finger pointed directly at me
from out the dusty glass. 1t WAS as if
the hand of the dead had told me who I
/ was.
1t had been no blind chance, then,
\ which led ne To the Paris house of the
Black Woifs Head" the girls ring
! With the same device, and the grew
! some narrative benea tn the shadow of
the Wolf at the Norman ruin--nothing
less than fate had brought these lights
to me-
Verify some more logical power than
unreasoning accident must direct the
( steps of men. A God of justice per-
| haps had placed these tokens In my
path. And soldiers call this For
/ tune
/ dlSpa tened laChacO to Biloxi with
the news of death. and long before the
afternoon our few simple arrangements
for his funeral had been made
Bury me here Placide beneath this
great oak" he had said to me one day.
The infinite Mercy will consecrate the
grave of penitencc, wherever it may
| be-
He had his wish.
CHAPTER NXIu.
A NOTE WHICH WENT ASTRAY
Meanwhile Jacques had undertakes
to manage my little affair at Biloxi
with tact and discretion. And this Il
how the fellow did it:
1t seems that Jacques thought nc
harm of the note. and when he took II
first to the house my lady was out
The honest fellow, doing his best &c
carry out my instructions, refused to
leave it. When he returned, my lady
worked, bent down amongst her flow
ers, in the little garden beside her cot
tage. The Chevalier stood some dis
lance off, busted someway, Jacques
knew not how. but with his face
turned away from my messengers as
he came up. Jacques handed the note
to my lady through the fence and she
took 1t gently by the corner, fearing &c
soil ii. She held it up TO look at the
name written upon it, and seeing 1t
was her own, looked again more curl
ously at the writing. She did not know
the hand. Then she gaily called to the
Chevalicr:
CONTINUED Next Week.)