The Kennewick courier. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1905-1914, 1906-11-16

the Pole answered with a snarl over his
shoulder. The next instant there was a
sharp report, and Reski's horse pitched
forward, throwing his rider clear. BE
was then scarcely thirty yards from Mar
macs sleigh.
Tho Pole was not hurt apparently. for
despite his injured arm he scrambled to
his feet in an instant. But he had lost
his revolver In his fall and was helpless.
he began furious explanation In his ma
tional tongue, dropping the hated Ian
guage of his Teuton conquerors.
"Speak in German, you Polish dog!
growled his captor, and then turning on
me as rode up
Here, you." he said, -dismount and
stand BY Jour accomplish. If you resist
l shoot"
I obeyed. From his manner he was
without doubt q policeman. Alss l re-
spect tho law.
Nov, you," he said, addressing me,
explain, II ysu can. VIE - that nan
you shot aad loft in the broken sleigh
down yonder. Remember, Is against
you that you have already tried to o.
cape and refused to surrender"
There is the murderer, nein Herr
cried, psiating to NaraaGs sleigh, new
rapidly vanishing. I'VE wsrs chasing
him. Go after him at sace, q 10 will
get away"
The policeman laughed lsag aad lsud
"A pretty taller said he. This dog
of Pole here has been in mischief,
without doubt; and yeu. ysu whs are"
IAN Englishman," I said proudly.
aha! perhaps yea thought yeu wero
once more numbering the helpless Boer.
A Pole and an Englishman! All, me !!
it is no wonder that together they hatch
ed some 6endish coatrivance."
1t was ne use to make q further ap-
peal. Reski had seen that already. Side
by side we tramped through the snow,
with our captor and his ready pistol be-
hind us. In half an hour We had reach
ed the village we had seen ahead, and
were lodged in a cell infamously damp
and cold. All communication with our
friends was refused till the arrival Of
some local magistrate.
As eleven o'clock hammered from the
steeple outside, Reski raised his head
from his chest and glared across at me.
He will have arrived at Knese0." he
said. There is a great choice Of trains"
1t was true enough. MarHac had e.
capped US sncs again.
Iv.-THE ANONYMOUS ARTICLE.
In my narrative Of the pursuit Of Prof
Rudolf Maraac, it will have been obsesv-
ed that Fortune had been cold to US. In
the incident which l nov relate we wess
to some extent more favored; for though
our supreme object was not achieved, We
were yet enabled to save the life of her
who is dearest to me in all the world.
l have told you of the homicidal ma
MIA which fell upon the professor,
and of the series of events which caused
my cousin, Sir Henry Graden, the emil
nent scientist and explorer, to be ASSOC
ciated with Heidelberg student, az
then was, in an effort to contrive his cap
ture. How We failed to bring about the
murderer's arrest in Poland, through the
stupidity Of forest guard, have al
ready explained. By the time l had
obtained my release, Marnac had again
disappeared. A linguist well provided
with money, and on all points but one
perfectly sane. had no difficulty in finding
refuge in the cities of Europe.
l have been in some doubt as to the
best means Of briefly describing the pres
ent incident. Miss Mary Weston, with
| whom l discussed the matter, at once
offered to place her diary at my disposal.
Upon its perusal l suggested that she
should herself extract tho necessary
items, adding such introduction and ex-
planatory notes as seemed necessary. To
this she has very kindly consented; and
| the first portion of this remarkable story
l therefore leave in her hands.
MISS MARY VERSIONS MARIA
TIVE.
CHAPTER XIII.
1t was in the winter of 1899 that nv
| fathers health began to fail. In the
| May of the following year l returned
from my school near Paris, and instead
of entering at Girton, as my father had
previously arranged, became his secre-
| tary. l was then just eighteen. | did
the very best l could. and in his dear.
kind way, he made me forget my mis-.
cries at the endless blunders l commit
| ted. You see. there were only we two:
| for my mother died shortly after l was
| born. and l was their only child. We
saw few people at our little house, which
was on the Trumpington road. just out
side Cambridge. Ladies l met would
often pity me for the dull and lonely life
| led, and that used to make me very
| angry. We were never dull or lonely.
my dear father and l.
1t may seem absurd that so distin-
guished a man as DR.. Weston, NJ. A..
| ID. Sc. f. r. S., the Regius Professor
of Physc at Cambridge, should have re-
lied on the help Of a half-educated school