The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1904-04-10
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| Calvaire des Marins at o'clock" and hur-
ried away.
Vera Gotschakoff sneered. AS she
swayed toward him she reminded Home Of
she said, that we had an explanation"
Home brought her a chair. Mindful of
Miss Pattons injunction. he smiled pleas
You must break off your engagement
with that chit of girl or 1 will kill you
both"
You might get into trouble. We've neither
of us done you any HARM
Mel oh, you make me mad! You
have blasted my career"
of usefulness a Nihilist?'
she has dared to make love to you under
my, eyes"
I've done all the love-making'
Bah! You call that love-making?"
What do you call it?'
Il call 1t disgusting.
Sort of disgust I've been hoping to ex-
perlence 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 will blow you
| up now. / will kill you"
You can if you like. 1t isn't consistent"
What isn't? What do 1 care for con-
sistency?"
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. 1 don't. No right-minded man
despises woman who really loves him.
Il could give you career"
Thank you; don't want one 1 con-
| tent to be loved
Loved. BY an English mees' Bah! She
won't love you as do
Il hope not. Can't you see that you are
altogether wasting yourself on me? I'm
| not worthy of 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 and see. In an
hour, perhaps two hours, perhaps later.
Miss Patton put her head in at the door
Mamma has headache, and we dine in
| our rooms Meet me at the Cavaire des
| Marins at o'clock. I'm just going to
Dress
Home did not understand what it all
meant. The Calvaire des Marins was a
| lonely cross on the top of a mound over
| looking the bay. He turned to leave the
| room.
Vera Gotschakoff looked at him curiously.
Her lips were set tight. the pupils of her
| eyes contracted into vicious Sits.
You won't give her up?'
| "Of course l won't Home made an
! other attempt. My dear girl do forget
this folly. You've no idea how you are
mistaken in me-
BAH L hate her"
Don't. Pity her rather if she's going
| 10 marry me. See what a lot of bother
| she's saved you. You ought to be crate
| full"
| "Oh yes, / am grateful. / will show you
| my gratitude-at o'clock-later.
| And'-Home turned TO go-"don't talk
| The police will get hold of you and |
| shan't be able to save you There's been a
| fellow sneaking about the hotel for the
last three days. He just looks like a
Russian spy
You warn me. You warn me-" Her
face softened for the moment I'D 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
| When Home strolled up to the Calvaire
| des Marins that evening he had revolver
| in lis pocket 1t occurred TO him that the
| spy might perhaps prove more dangerous
than that handsome lunatic. Miss Got
| schakof. He was somewhat of a fatalist
| If fate intended that internal bomb TO be
| thrown at him it would be thrown and
he must dodge it as he best could Still il
| was annoying to have all these troubles
| when he wanted to be enjoying himself
with Miss Patton. As he sauntered toward
| the mound he came TO the conclusion that
the resourceful Miss Patton did not wish
to be blown up. either. Miss Gotschakon
had not yet left the hotel. Although the
night was dark, Home knew perfectly well
| that he was being "shadowed"
| He strolled leisurely along. the red tip OF
| his cigar making an easy mark for hostile
| manifestations When he reached the foot
of the mound Elsie Patton glided out from
! the shadows, wrapped in dark cloak
do you want me to explain ?" she asked
| eagerly; ''or will you wait and see?"
| Home put his arm around her ''WisI
you'd tell me your plan. I'm here to hell
| you put il through.
| lis Miss Gotschakoff coming?"
| 81 fancy so. Hulloal What do YOU want p
| The trim, mddle-aged. rather catliks
| stranger bowed profoundly. Permit me I,
| introduce myself. l am Sergius Dravinsky
| of''-he paused impressively-"the Russian
| secret service"
Delighted 10 meet you; but we can man
age our own affairs, thank YOU"