The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1905-02-02
I'm Richmond"

In richmond.
Il would much like to see that man.
l would like to thank him, and l would
like TO ask him question"
Henri paused, seemingly totally I'M
touched by Helene's allurements.
Very WELL" he said at last, in French,
as before. Write note, and / will de-
liver it,
About an hour afterward Henri dehv-
cred to Quayle the following note from
Helene:
"Sir-May / see you to thank you for
the service you have rendered to me :
The news you have brought me, though
painful, has greatly relieved my mind.
In his letter, the writer suggests a posi-
bility. / have been thinking whether
that possibility might, perhaps, be car
ried into reality.
"Gratefuiy yours,
HELENE tenure"
THE charm is working.' Quayle said
to himself, warmly. I'VE shall have
only to keep the bait dangling before her
eyes until she gets to hunger for it, and
the thing is done. We must not be too
hasty. We must not consent too quickly.
Women hate being kept waiting. Moth
ing drags so much at their nerves as
suspense. When they get impatient, they
lose their ready judgment and their pow
ers Of calculation
The difficulty is the Identification OF
the body. 1t would not serve my pur-
pose to do away with her, and to have
the fact OF her death disputed. 1t will
be easy enough, If l can get her outside
the lines, to put abullet through her head.
and to say that she was killed by a stray
shot from the pickets, but who will prove
for me that the dead woman is Helene
Berinquay? There lies the difficulty"
"Vell?' said Henri, wat you say to
'erY
Il say to her nothing for the present, -
was the reply. Il have to make inquiries.
You say that she recognized you this
timer"
"Oh, yes" answered Henri IAN size
make sleeps eyes like zis."
Here Henri gave a clownish imitation
OF Helene's persuasive glances, with the
result that Quayle threw himself upon
his bed and roared.
Acting is not in your line," said
Quayle, still laughing. THE only part
you could play to life would be that of
a drunken man. You know all about
him. But l have no doubt, when the
time comes, you will allow this wench
to do what she likes with YOU"
do vat she ike?" exclaimed Henri.
with sneer of disgust. II know vat
due to me. not forget. / ollvays re-
member Toulon."
| I'VE will see," answered Quayle. "If
l were to take you at your word''-this
with a cruel glitter in the oblong eyes,
and the words Kissed between the set
teeth-''do you think you would have
the nerveT'
Nerve for vat" exclaimed Henri.
"Nerve to pay her for the injury she
| did to US. Nerve to return to her with
interest payment for our years in chains.
Nerve to strike, if necessary, blow that
will avenge all we suffered through her.
Henri had turned pale beneath the
olive of his skin, and he sat on his
chair, gripping the arms with his hands.
His dark eyes flashed and his brow dark
ened. At last he rose with his face dis
torted by the evil passions which his
companions speech had aroused.
Il pay out Eat 'ound Adams" he said !;
IAN / will pay out re woman who be-
tray u.s."
/ Every WELL 1 will send for you when
I am ready"
Quayle's next step was to again pene-
trate the Union lines and have another
talk with Captain Demon. The evening
found him at Savage Station. Walter
was under strict surgical surveillance,
and nobody was allowed to speak TO
him, but the surgeons gave Quayle per
mission to see Demon. Demon was over
joyed when he heard that his letter had
been delivered to Helene.
do you think she will Gomez eh ask
ed.
'I can't say" was Quayle's reply.
''She has your letter. She has asked to
see me, but hitherto I have not been
able to meet her. 1 can only say 1 will
try my best"
Miss Tenure will be doubly glad to
come when she knows that Major Adams
has regained consciousness and that there
is great hope of his recovery" said De-
non. 'The strange thing in connection
with his improvement is the fact that
he thinks he is not Major Adams, of the
Louisiana battalion, but somebody else
altogether.
Quayle stared.
Somebody else altogether he asked.
''Who does he think he isY'
/ he says CnaI ms name is waiter
Glaydes, and that he is the son Of an
English nobleman, Lord Yorley."
If bullet had struck Quayle at that
moment, he could not have started up
more excitedly. His face was ashen.
"Does the doctor think he is likely to
recover soonT he asked.
1.-The doctor has every hope that a
week or ten days will see him fairly on
the road to recovery.
That night Quayle crossed the Chicka-
honliny, and took a northeasterly direc-
ton to search for a spot where the vii
famous deed he was planning might be
safely and effectually committed.
at will have to be done near enough
to the Yankee pickets to get her into the
Yankee lines," he said, ''and 1t will have
to be done when Mr.. Walter Giaydes
will have thoroughly recovered his mem
Org. When he knows all about himself,
he will be able to recognize his fair
cousin. Luck is in my way. have been
bothering my head to get the body identi-
fed. Mr.. Walter Glaydes -.4mself shall
identify her when she is dead"
CHAPTER XVI.
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