The Bon Homme County independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1904-1913, 1907-05-09

your rightsY-
.'My right 70 be with you as long AZ
| I can, for one"
Are there others2"
Many hers. Shall / enumerate
| them?"
mo" she said, 1--WE haven't time.
| Here is mother"
They we're to take the company's spe-
cial train to Paris. which was waiting
on the wharf, 200 feet away. and we
slowly pushed our way toward 1t. In
the cIamor and hurry and confusion
wholly Latin. there was no chance for
intelligent converse. The place was
swarming with people, each Of them, as
1t seemed to me, on the verge OF hys-
teria. Someone, somewhere, was shout
ing "En voiture!" In stentorian voice.
Suddenly, we found our way blocked by
a uniformed official, who demanded to
see our tickets.
You can't come any farther. I'm
afraid" said Mrs. Kemball, turning to
us. Wen have to say goodbye" and
she held out her hand. but well soon
see you both again in Paris. You have
the address" 2" t
"oh, yes!" I assured her: / felt that
there was no danger OF my ever for
getting II.
Very well, then: we shall look for
you.' and she shook hands with both
of us.
For All instant, I felt another little
hand in mine, pair Of blue eyes smiled
up at me In way
Goodbye. Mr.. Lester said voice.
Il shall be all impatience till we meet
again."
$50 shall l." and frightened. That
was nice OF you, Miss Kemball."
"Oh. shall be anxious to hear how
you succeeded" she retorted. You
will bring Miss Holiday to us?"
If we find her, yes
Then, again. goodbye
She waved her hand, smiling, and
was lost In the crowd.
Come on. Lester" said Mr.. Royce's
voice. There's no use standing star
ing here. We've got our own journey
TO look after, and he started back
along the platform,
Then. suddenly. / remembered Mar
tiEny.
"I'll be back in a minute" called,
and ran up the gangplank. HAS M.
Martigny left the ship yet?' I inquired
Of the first steward I met.
"Martigny?" he repeated "Martigny?
Let me see
The sick gentleman in s7b." I
prompted
"oh, yes" he said. Il DO not know.
monsieur"
well, no matter I'll find out N.Y.
self"
mounted to the upper deck and
knocked at the door of 375. There was
no response After moment / tried
the door. but 1t was locked. The win
dow, however, was partly open, and,
shading my eyes with my hands.
peered inside. The stateroom was
empty.
A kind of panic seized me as turned
away. Had he, indeed seen through
my artifice? In attempting to blind
him, had / merely uncovered my own
plan? Grand my cheeks burned at
the thought!--was he so well intrenched
that he had no fear of me? Were his
plans so well laid that II mattered not
to him whittier / went or what did?
After all. had no assurance OF sue
cess at Etretat--no proof that the fugi-
tives had gone there--no reasonable
grounds to believe that we should find
them. Perhaps, indeed, Paris would be
a better place to look for them: per-
haps Martigny's advice had really been
well meant. ssa
/ passed a moment OF heartrending
uncertainty; saw quite clearly whaFa a
little, little chance of success we had.
But shook the feeling of, sought the
lower deck, and inquired again for
Martigny. At last, the ships doctor
told me that he had seen the sick man
safely to carriage, and had heard
him order the driver to proceed to the
Hotel Continental.
And, frankly, Mr.. Lester" added the
doctcr. II am glad to be so well rid OF
him. II is most fortunate that he did
not die on the voyage. In my opinion,
he is very near the end"
/ turned away with a lighter heart.
From dying man there could not be
much to fear. So hunted up Mr.. Royce,
and found him, finally, endeavoring to
extract some information from a super
cilious official In gold-laced uniform.
It was, ii seemed, somewhat COM
plicated proceeding to get to Etretat.
In half an hour a train would leave for
Bonneville, where we must transfer to
another line to Les Ifs: there a second
transfer would be necessary before we
could reach our destination. How long
would it take? Our informant
chalance. It was impossible to say.
There had been heavy storm two
days before. which had blown down
wires and damaged the little spur OF
track between Les Ifs and the sea-
Trains were doubtless running over the
branch. but we could not, probably,
reach Etretat before morning.
Amid this tumble Of uncertainties,
one definite fact renained--a train. was
TO leave In half an hour which we must
take. So we hurried back to the boat,
made our declaration had our boxes ex-
amined perfunctorily. and passed.
bought our tickets, saw our baggage
transferred, tipped dozen people, more
or less and finally were shut into a
compartment two minutes before the
hour