Troy weekly news. (Troy, Idaho) 1897-1933, 1906-03-02

ingly.
Meanwhile Mr.. Mallett was having
rather a hard time of it. He arrived in
Paris on Sunday morning, and the wed
ding was to take place on the following
wednesday. This gave him but three
clear days to get to the obscure Spanish
town-of which he did not even know
the OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES up the evidence
OF his niece's death, and telegraph the
news In time to stop the ceremony.
After weary two days struggle with
railway officials and time tables. he
reached Madrid on Tuesday in the cool
blush of the early morning. very tagged.
but determined to go on. He had made
friend OF the guard, glad TO find some
one who spoke French-for his Spanish
was doubtful from long disuse-and on
the arrival Of the train they went off
together to the inquiry office to find out
means to reach the obscure town Of villa
Silentio
The station master, half asleep, and
wholly angry at being routed out of bed
at such an early hour In the morning, at
first denied all knowledge of a place of
that name; but, when the guard re-
minded him that such things as reference
books of the Railway routes were issued
for his especial enlightenment, his man
ner changed, and he proceeded to do his
best on Mr.. Malletts behalf.
1T is here, you see," he said In Span
ish, putting his fat finger on a spot in
the map. Senior cannot leave Madrid
until half past nine; he will then have
two hours railway ride, and then an
hour and a half by coach over not the
very best Of roads"
Mr.. Mallett looked at his watch. 1t
was quarter to six; he would have time
Tor three hours rest. Thanking the
friendly guard for his good services, he
tossed his small bag and rug on the near
est heck-carriage and drove off to a
hotel.
At one o'clock Mr.. Mallett, feeling as
II his sense had been shaken out of him
by the last hour over that never-to-be-
forgotten road, found himself standing in
the market place of Villa Silentio, with
the hot midday sun beating down ON
him, feeling more completely alone and
helpless than he ever remembered to have
felt before
Il am afraid l made mistake in com
Ing myself" he said to the market clock.
as he stood in front of IT, "You see a
man Of hfty-seven is not so quick and
apt In adapting himself to circumstances
AS younger man would be-"
For two or three minutes Mallett stood
listening to the distant rumbling of the
coach wheels, and. great as had been his
suffering during the drive, he almost
wished himself back again on the awful
machine, Instead of here In this death
like place.
He shook Off the dreamy feeling of I'M
reality that possessed him. and crossed
n al IAA
side of the square. where a sign board
from which all vestige OF paint had long
since passed away hung over the door.
seeming to denote house of entertain
ment.
he pushed open the door and it swung
to behind him without noise. He was
IN large stone-hagged room which oc-
cupied the whole depth of the house. the
opposite end opening on to a crazy veran-
da crumbling under the weight of luxuri-
ant creepers, through which there were
glimpses of a weed-grown Enclosure be-
yond. He stamped up and down the
stone floor, and shouted until the stones
echoed his voice. At the end OF ten
minutes sallow face, surrounded by
turbulent masses of frizzy black hair.
leaned over the hand rail of the stairs
that led up to the next floor. In about
five minutes the /sallow face and frlzzy
hair reappeared, and the woman began
to apologize profusely.
Mr.. Mallett stood politely silent. hat in
hand, until she seemed to have ended har
speech. when he presented the enyelope
given him by Babette, with the name
and address Of the photographer of the
gravestone.
The laxative lady took it over TO the
light and spelled il out laboriously. and
then turned again TO Mr.. Mallett. and
ratified off another little incomprehens;-
BILE speech, interspersed with numberles.
CALCULATIONS of establishment. Seeing at
last that he did not understand word
of what she was saying, she pointed TO
the address In her hand. and said slowly
in SPANISH
MY father"
Mr.. Mallett understood that. for point
ing in his turn to the envelope, he asked.
''WhereY'
She smiled pleasantly, motioned to him
to reseat himself. and went upstairs look
ing once or twice over her shoulder 70
nod and smile at him reassuringly. Could
IT be that the man he was in search of
was here in this house? He could hear
an animated conversation going on some
where in the rooms above, and he recog-
nized the voice of the woman and the
tones of man.
Presently there came to him an elderly
Spaniard, with something of the dandy
still clinging to him In the shane of
waxed mustaches and perfumed hair.
Still. the signs of decay that abounded
throughout the place showed themselves
even here in the ancient fop's frayed
jacket and well-worn Shoes To Mr..
Mallett's surprise and relief he at once
opened the conversation in passable
French.