The Miller sun. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 190?-19??, 1907-02-16

loup's; well have no end of fun"
Vandeloup was just going to accept, az
he thought on the way he could speak
privately to Barty about this scheme he
had, when he saw a stout gentleman at
the end of the room taking a cup Of
coffee at the counter, and talking to an
other gentleman who was very tall and
thin. The figure of the stout gentleman
seemed familiar to yandeloup and at this
moment he turned slowly round and look
ed down the room. CASTOR gave start
when he saw his face, and then smiled in
gratifed manner to himself.
WHO is that gentleman with the cof-
fee?" he asked Barty.
Those stout and lean kine?" said Bar
ty, airily. Puts one in mind of Pha-
raoh's dream, doesn't it?"
''Yes, yes" retorted CASTOR, inpatient
ly; 'but who are they?
'The long one is Fell, the railway con-
tractor" said Barty, glancing with some
surprise at Vandeloup, "and the other is
old Meddlechip, the millionaire"
"Meddlechip," echoed Vandeloup, as II
to himself; my faith!'
DO you know him?'
al fancy | do" said yandeloup, with
a strange smile. ''You must excuse me to
your supper tonight"
CASTOR sauntered slowly UP to the cof-
fee bar, and asked for a cup in his usual
musical voice, but when the stout gentle
man heard him speak he turned pale and
looked up. The thin one had gone off to
talk to some one else, so when Vandeloup
got his coffee he turned slowly round and
looked straight at Meddlechip seated in
the chair.
Good evening, II. Kestrike," he said,
quietly. t
Meddlechip, whose face was usually red
and florid looking, turned CHASTITY pale,
and sprang to his feet.
Octave Braulard ~ he gasped, placing
his coffee cup on the counter
AT your service" said Vandeloup, look
ing rapidly round TO see that no one over
heard the name, but here l am CASTOR
Vandeoup."
Meddlechip passed his handkerchief over
his face and moistcned his dry lips with
his tongue.
a strangled voice.
It's long story" said NJ. Vandeloup,
putting his coffee cup down and wiping
his lips with his handkerchief; suppose
we go and have supper somewhere, and
I'll tell you all about it,"
II don't want any supper" said Med
dlechip, sullenly, his face having regained
its normal color.
Possibly not, but / do" replied Van
deloup, sweetly, taking his arm ''come,
let us co."
Meddlechip did not resist, but walked
passively out of the bar with Vandeloup,
much to the establishment of the thin
gentleman, who called out to him but
without getting any answer.
Meddlechip went to the cloak room and
put on his coat and hat. Then he follow
ed Vandeloup down the stairs and paused
at the door while the Frenchman hailed
hanson. When it drove up, however,
he stopped short at the edge of the pave
ment.
Il won't co." he said, determinedly.
Nandeloup looked ut him with pecu-
liar CLEAN in his dark eyes, and bowed.
Let me persuade you, Monsieur" he
said, blandly, holding the door of the
cab open.
Meddlecap glanced at him, and then,
with sigh of resignation, entered the
cdD, IoiIoWeu Dy NanuelOup.
Where to, sir?" asked the cabnan,
through the trap.
"To Leslie's Supper Rooms" replied the
Frenchman, and the cab drove off.
Leslies Supper Rooms in Bourke
Street East were very well known, and
were soon reached by the two men.
Now, then, sir" said Meddlechip,
sharply, what did you bring me here
for? You must leave Australia"
IF l refuse?" asked Vandeloup, lazily,
smiling to himself.
Il will denounce you az a convict es-
capped from New Caledonia" Kissed the
other, putting his hands in his pockets,
and bending forward
Indeed" said CASTOR, with a charm
ing smile, 81 don't think you will 90 50
far as that, my friend"
II thought it was done WITH" said Med
dlechip, twisting his fingers together,
while the large drops of perspiration stood
on his forehead, ''but here you come like
a spectre from the past and revive all the
old horrors"
IF you call Adele horror" retorted
Vandeloup, coolly, Il am certainly going
to revive her, 80 you had best sit down
and hear me to the end, for you certainly
will not turn me from my purpose"
I'VE will begin the story" said NJ. Van
deloup, in conversational tone, with an
airy wave of his delicate white hand, sin
the good old-fashioned style Of our fairy
tales. Once upon a time--let us say three
years ago-there lived in Paris a young
man called Octave Braulard, who was
well born and comfortably off. He had
fancy to be doctor, and was studying
for the medical profession when he be-
came acquainted with Mademoiselle Adele
Blondet. Octave Braulard," went on NJ,
Vandeloup, complacently looking at him
self, was handsome, and she fell in love