The Aberdeen Democrat. (Aberdeen, South Dakota) 1???-1909, 1905-06-30
6ne Sewers
BY
HENRY SETON MERRIMAN
Copyright, 1896, by Harper g. Brothers
PTER XXXIV,

" upstairs to his own room
N The evening sun, shining
Al through the small, deeply EN-
brasured windows, fell on a face at IL
time joyous, now tired and worn. Il
sat down at his broad writing tabl
and looked around the room with q III
tie blink of the eyelids.
81 am getting too old for this sort 0
thing" he said.
His gaze lighted on the heavy riding
whip thrown on the ground near TIL
door where he had released Claude d.
Chauxville after the terrible punish
ment meted out to that foe with heav.
Teutonic hand. Steinmetz rose and
picking up the whip with the grunt O
q stout mar STOPPING, replaced it care
fully in the rack over the mantelpiece.
He stood looking out Of the window
for q few moments.
ut will have to be DONE" he sale
resolutely, and rang the bell.
"My compliments to the prince" b.
said to his servant, who appeared in
stantly, "and will he come to me here
When Pau came into the room {
few minutes later Steinmetz was
standing by the fire. He turned ant
looked gravely at the prince.
II have just kicked De ChauXvtlle
out of the house," he said.
The color left Paul's face quite sud.
denly.
"Why?" he asked, with hard eyes.
He had begun to distrust Eta, and
there is nothing so hard to stop as the
growth Of distrust.
SteinmetZ did not answer at once.
WAS it not my privilege" asked
Paul, with a grim smile. There are some
smiles more terrible than any frown.
mo-" answered Steinmetz, II think
not. 1t is not as bad as that. But it is
bad enough, it is bad enough. l horse
whipped him first for myself. How
pleasant that was! And then I kicked
him out for you"
"Why?" repeated Paul, with a white
face.
1T is a long story" answered Stein
metz without looking at him. "Ht
knows too much"
Paul walked away to the window
He stood looking out, his hands thrus
into the side pockets of his jacket, hi
broad back turned uncompromisingl,
upon his companion.
'"Tell me the story" he said. "Yo1
need not hurry W it. You need no
trouble to-spare me. Only let it b
quite complete-once for all"
Steinmetz WINGED. He knew the eS
preston Of the face that was LOOKING
out of the window.
"This man has hated me all his life,
he said. 1T began, as such things usu
ally do between men, about a woman
1t was years ago. I got the better Q
him, and the good God got the bette
Of me She died, and De Chauxville fol
got her. I-have not forgotten her, bu
l have tried to do so. 1t Is a slow proc
ess, and / have made very little pros
ress, but all that is my affair and b.
side the question. I merely mention
to show you that De Chauxville had
grudge against me-
"This is no time for mistaken cha;
ity," interrupted Paul. do not try I
screen anybody. I shall see throug
it."
There was a little pause. Never ha
that silent oom been so noiseless.
I'm after life," Steinmetz went O
1T was u fate to be at variance Sc
eral times. Our mutual dislike hs
had no opportunity Of diminishing.
seems that before you married, Z
ChauXville was pleased to consid'
himself in love with Mrs. Sydney Bar
borough. Whether he had any right
think himself i'll used I do not kno7
Such matters are usually known to tv
persons only, and imperfectly by ther
1t would appear that the wound
his vanity was serious. 1t developt
Into a thirst for revenge. He locke
about for some means to do you har1
He communicated with your enemi
and allied himself to such men as Va
Sill Of Paris. He followed us to P
tersburg, and then he had a stroke
good fortune. He found out who b
trayed the Charity league"
Paul turned slowly round. In l.
eyes there burned a dull, hungeril
fire.
"Ah! He knows thatw he So
slowly.
Eyes, God help us, he knows thatv'
"And who was it?"
Steinmetz moved uneasily from o,
foot to the other.
"a woman-you know" said Stei
metz slowly.
"Good God! Catrina 2"
mo, not Catrina."
"Then who? cried Paul hoarse)
His hands fell heavily on the table.
"Your wife!!"
Paul knew before the words we
spoken.
He turned again and stood looki,
out Of the window, with his han
thrust into his pockets.
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