Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-11-16

sands, perhaps a pension. Now it was something more He was playing for greater stake. do not know all that he planned. He found Celeste suspect ed of having killed her father. He must get her released at any cost, so | he wrote note"
 'Yes" cried "Yes, of course; see. Miss Holladay under arrest was be yond his reach" Yes" she nodded. "so he wrote a note. Oh, you should have seen him in those days. He was like some furious wild beast. But after she was set free Celeste did not come to us as she had | promise. We saw that she suspected us, that she wish to have nothing more to do with us. So Victor commanded l that I write another letter, imploring her, offering to explain She stopped moment to control herself "Ah, when I think of 1t! She came, mon sieur. We took from her her gown and put it on Cecile She never left the place again until the carriage stopped to take her to the boat As for us, we were his slaves"
 There was no need that she should tell me more.
 And the gold?' asked. She drew key from her pocket and gave it to me.
 Tt is in a box upstairs she said took the key and followed her to kho 1f hoa IL bound with iron, with steamship and i express labels fresh upon it, stood in one corner. I unlocked it and threw back the lid. Package upon package lay in it, just as they had come from the subtreasury I locked the box again and put the key in my pocket Of course,' said as turned to go, q can only repeat your story to my i companion. He and Miss Holladay will decide what steps to take'' They bowed without replying, and I went out along the path between the trees, leaving them alone with their dead.
 Joy is great restorer, and week of happiness in this enchanted Paris had wrought wonders in our junior and his betrothed. It was good to look at them, to smile at them sometimes, as when they stood unseeing before some splendid canvas at the Louvre. The past was put aside. forgotten. They lived only for the future And near future too. There was no reason why it should be deferred, and so they were welded, with only we three for witnesses, at the pretty chapel of St. Luke's, near the Boule- yard Montparnasse
 There was a little breakfast after ward at Mrs. Kemball's apartment. and then our hostess bade them adieu, and her daughter and I drove with them across Paris to the Care de Lyon, where they were to take train for a fortnight on the Riviera We waved them off and turned back together.
 Tt is desecration to use carriage on such a day" said my companion. So we dismissed ours and sauntered toward the river.
 "so that is the end of the story" she said musingly.
 ''Of their story, yes," interjected
 But there are still certain things do not quite understand" she contin- ued, not needing me.
 "Yesp'
 instanceGwnySd did theyT3rou to keep her prlsoner"
 Family affectionT
 "Nonsense, There could be none Besides, the man dominated them, and I believe him to have been capable of any crime"
 Perhaps he meant the hundred thou sand to be only the first payment. With her at hand, he might hope to get more indefinitely. Without her.
 Well, without herT"
 "Oh. the plot grows and grows the more one thinks of it. I believe it grew under his hands in just the same way. l don't doubt that it would have come at last to Miss Holladay's death by some subtle means. to the substitution of her sister for her. After year or two abroad who could have detected lt7 And then oh, then she would have married Fajolle again, and they would have settled down to the enjoy ment of her fortune. And he would have been a great man-oh, a very great man.
 My companion nodded
 ''Toucher" she cried
 bowed my thanks. I was learning French rapidly.
 But Frances did not see them agaln?"
 "Oh. no. She preferred not"
 And the mOneyY
 Was left in the box. I sent back the key. She wished 1t so. After all, it was her mother
 ''Yes, of course. Perhaps she was not really so bad"
 "she wasn't" I said decidedly. But the man.
 Was a genius. I'm almost sorry he's dead"
 'Tm more than sorry. Ii has taken m interest out of life"
 We had come out upon the bridge of Austerlltz and paused involuntariIy.
 And now the mystery Is cleared away" she said. land the prince and the princess are welded, just as they were in the fairy tales of our child hood. It's a good ending"
 For all stories" added.
 She turned and looked at me.
 There are other stories" explained. Theirs is rot the only one"
 "Noy-