The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-04-08
CHAPTER XIX.
The End of the Story.

Joy Is a great restorer, and a week of happi-
ness in Paris had wrought wonders in our Junior
and his betrOthed 1t was good to look, at them
ito 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 ~ 3.
And a near future, too There WAS no reason
why it should be deferred; we had all agreed
that they were better married at once; SO,
that decided, the omen sent about our own
affairs and spent tie intervening fortnight in
riot of visits to the costumer. z But the great
day came at last; the red tape OF French ad-
ministration was successfully unknotted, and at
noon they were welded with only we three for
Mrs. Kemball's apartment, and then our hostess
babe them adieu, and her daughter and 1 drove
with them across Paris to take. train for a
fortnight on the Riviera. We waved them off
and turned back. together
ut is desecraion to use carriage on such
day. said my companion; SO we dismissed
ours and sauntered afoot down the Boulevard
Diderot toward the river.
I $50 that is the end Of the story" she said,
n1usingly. .-.
.'Of their story, yes" interjected.= q.
| "But there are still. certain things I do not
quite understand" she continued. "For instance.
why did they trouble to keep her prisoner?'' x
Family affection?'' -..' ~.
| 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 thousand to be
might hope to get more indefinitely. Without
"Well. without herr" =
| ooh, the plot grows and grows. the more one
thinks Of it. believe it grew under his hands
| in just the same way. don't doubt that it
| would have come at last, to Miss Holidays
death by some subtle means; to the substitution
of her sister for her-after year or two abroad,
who could have detected it? And then-o. then,
| she would have married Fajolle again. and they
would have settled down to the enjoyment of
A nd ho ha
climbed and climbed
''But Frances did not see them again?'
! ooh, no; she preferred not"
| "And the money!"
'Was left in the box. sent back the key
She wished it SO. After all, it was her mother
Eyes Of course; perhaps she was not really
.she wasn't" said decidedly. 'But the
WAS genius. I'm almost sorry hess dead
I'm more than sorry--it has taken an inter
"And now the mystery is cleared away" she
said. "and~ the prince and the princess arr
%saSso d nfE eets en md ''le
! "For all stories' added. r.
She turned and looked at me.
''There other stories, explained
Theirs CSei s. is not the only one"
The spirit Of Paris-or perhaps the jun
nt to n os here might be another
| instance. with you and me as the principals.
| I dared rot look at her, I could only star
ahead }tf me- down at the water.
| She made no sign; the moments passed.
might be-" said desperately. But there
wide. abyss between the possible and tn
| actual"
Still no sign; had offended her-I nigh
have known.
But l mustered courage to steal sideloni
glance at her.
She was smiling down at the water, and he
eyes were very bright.
mot always" sho whispered mot al
ways"