Canyon City news. (Canyon City, Tex.) 1903-1908, 1907-02-01

Sllt ilIu uIlda tu ucIScll III tue same
garments She had worn the first night
! had met her-the gorgeous costume
OF the belle affranchie, in which she
was most NJ home-but | had grown
more accustomed to her and sat down
near her without any great bedazzle-
ment. She was lying on the couch en-
gagged in rolling cigarettes with re-
markable skill and celebrity and had
quite pile or the taboret beside her.
sat and watched the supple fingers
and the red. red lips and the dark face
changing with every wave of feeling.
my friend" she said suddenly, turn
ing TO me with intent gaze, do you
know where doudouy has gomez
NO" l answered.; ''he did not tell
me. He said only that his business
was calling him away
business Ohe! And you believe
that"
why shouldn't believe it, Cecily?'
"lf il were merely business lie could
have taken me along. Tambou He is
growing weary of me; | annoy him;
can see it, 1t was, of course inevita-
bic. Soon he will be sending me away.
Ohe.' And she stretched her arms
above her head with that gesture
had seen before. ".Ah. well, glamour,
de rires ct d'oublis"' And she laughed
but fancied there was u sob beneath
the laughter. AT least l shall be again
at St Pierre"
Suddenly there came a soft kissing
from the little cage over the radiator.
"Ah, must feed Fe Fe; she is call
ing me" she cried, and she sprang up,
ran TO the next room and came back
with little wine in a glass.
| stood and watched her without be-
ing greatly impressed. Fe Fe seemed
very harmless and ethargic--evidently
the climate of New York, even though
mcllowed by the radiator, did not
agree with her.
''Of course Tremalne will go back
with YOU | assured her. | was Won
dering if she really suspected his in
tenti0n.
NO; he will not" she said decidedly
But" she added, with an electric
fash Of the eyes, "he may come in
time"
lighted another cigarette.
Where did you meet him, Cecily:'
He came to st. Pierre three, four
years ago. He saw me one day stand
ing at the door Of my house in the
Rue Peysette."
do you know where he came
FROM
mo; it mattered nothing TO me-"
HE never talked about his past"
Ills past; No, no What was it
TO us? We had pretty, pretty place
at Tond-Corre. Tambou! wish
was there now"'
You We're happy there
"Yes-eXcept for the times doudoux
was in his black SPELLS
His black spells:'
"Yes-oh, then every one ran from
him-evcn |. He was terrble-raving
and cursing M'seur Johnson"
Johnson" l repeated, with a sud
den leap of the heart. who was he,
Cecily:"
He was doudoux's zombi," she
answered with conviction, and crossed
herself.
Then he didn't live ut Fond Orre:"
AT Fond-Corre? oh. no. He was
a zombl-in the air, in the earth, every
where DOudoux would fight with
him an hour at time. Oh, it was ter
ribler'
Leaned back in my chair and
watched the smoke from my cigarette
circling upward remembered the
letter that had been tattooed on the
arm Of the man killed in suit fourteen.
So Tremaine had some cause TO hate
him-he had helped him, had supplied
lin with whisky, with money, through
fear and not through friendship. TO
establish that was 10 take another step
forward.
Did he have those spells often,
Cecily;" / asked ut last.
oh, no; sometimes not for months.
Then, phut, the zombi would charm
him"
Charm him.
with a little scrap of paper, yes.
There would come a letter: doudouX
would open it; always in it there would
be little piece of paper. Sometimes
it had writing on it, sometimes print
ing, as though it had been cut from a
newspaper. Then, tambOu. doudoux's
face would grow black, he would tear
the paper into little, little bits, uttering
curses the most terrible, and we would
all run"
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