Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1906-06-22
Ole
Holiday
Case


'Couclu,cd.
The little notary sat for some mo
lu,'It- with knitted lrows. At last h"
shook his head
That would hc the height Of the sea
son. You see. monsieur" he said apollo
rctically. There are great many
people here at that time, and cannot
know all Of them. Nevertheless 1t
seemed to me for moment that there
WIS about the name q certain famil-
iarity-as of nm old tune. you know.
forgotten for years. Yet it must have
been my fancy merely, for I have no
recollection of the event you mention"
There was one other chance. and !
CAV" Mr.. Royce the clcw.
M. Fingret." he asked. ARE you
acquainted with man of the name
of Pierre Bcthune:"
And again the notary shook his head.
"Or Jasper Martigny:"
II never before heard either name"
We sat silent a moment, in despair.
Was our trip to Etretat to be Of no
avail? Where was my premonition
now: If We had lost the trail thus
cary In the chase what hope was
there that we should ever run down
the quarry? And how explain the
fact that no record had been made Of
Frances Holidays birth? Why should
her parents have wished to conceal 1t?
An hour had passed, the shops were
opening and hustle Of life reached us
through the open door.
THE first train for three days is
about to arrive" said the little notary.
Again we fell silent. Mr.. Royce got
out his purse and paid the fee. We
had come to IN impasse-a closed way.
We could go no farther I could see
that the notary was a-hungered for his
roll and coffee. With sigh. 1 arose
to go. The notary stepped to the
door and looked up the street.
"Ah," he said, 1.-The train has arrived,
but it seems there were not many pas
sengers. Here is one. though, who
has finished long journey"
He nodded to some one who ap-
preached slowly, it seemed. He was
before the door. He passed on. 1t
was Martigny!
THAT is the man. cried to Mr.
Royce. That is Martigny! Ask who
he really is"
He understood on the instant and
caught the notary's arm.
IN. Fingret, who is that manr'
The notary glanced at him, surprised
by his vehemence.
That" he said, ''is Victor Fajolle.
He is just home from America"
"And he lives here?"
''Oh, surely-on the cliffs Just above
the town. the first house. You cannot
miss 1t. buried in grove Of trees. He
married the daughter Of Mme Alix
some years ago. He was from Paris"
"And bis wife Is livingT"
"Oh. surely she is living. She herself
returned from America but three
weeks ago. together with her mother
and sister. The sister, they say. is
welr- And he finished with a sIgnifi-
cant gesture toward his head.
I saw my companions face turn
white. steadied myself with an ef-
fort
And they are at home nowT
Il believe So" said the notary, eying
him with more and more astonish-
ment. ''They have been keeping close
at home since their return. They will
permit no one to see the-invalid"
Come, we must gov' I cried. He
must not get there before us!'
But a sudden light CLEANED in the
notary's eyes.
wait, messieIrsw he cried. "a mo-
ment, but moment. Alb. remember
It now. 1t was the link which was
wanting and you have supplied it
Holiday, a millionaire Of America, his
wife, Mime. Alix. She did not live in
the villa then, messieurs Oh, no. She
was very poor. a nurse; anything to
make a little money. Her husband,
who was fisherman, was drowned
and left her to take care Of the chill
dren as best she could"
He had got down another book and
was running his fingers rapidly down
the page, his finger all a-tremble with
excitement. Suddenly he stopped with
little cry of triumph.
Here it Is, messieurs! Seew
Under the date Of June 10, 1876, was
an entry Of which this is the English:
Holiday, Hiram W., and Elizabeth, his
wife. Of the city Of New York. United
States Of America: from Celeste Alix.
widow Of Auguste Alix, her daughter
Celeste. aged five months. All claim sur.
rendered in consideration Of the payment
of q, 900 francs.
Mr.. Royce caught up the book and
glanced at the back. 1t was the Rec.
ord Of Adoptions."