The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1908-11-19
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| Sezsey, have Mr.. Crusoe quArtesed ple4s
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| with anything be desires. III Be bad
| With the ladies In about m hour You'll
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20 Fort de France
| Constable buried down the ladder, ans
IN instant later WAS again in the launch
which was aimed at the low hanging pail
back Of which lay the tortured city. II
vas now twenty-five minutes to nine HI
could make the plantation house slightly
after the hour
1t was but moment from the pier to
the carriage, and then. the b4lf-straugied
ponies struggled calamity through Rue
Victor Hugo and up The morne toward
the plantation house Uncle Joey's rig
was at the gate. good evidence that the
mails had been brought
Constable entered the house hastily at
ten minutes past nine There was a
word Of cheer upon his lips No one was
in the library or the music room; no one
but a maid servant was on the loser
floor She was gathering up the litter Of
broken envelopes and newspaper wrap
pings upon the library table Constable
imagined that the maid servant regarded
him strangely. He ran to the stairway
and called:
Are you almost ready, ladies
He heard footsteps above and low
voices; then a door opened and Mrs
Stansbury crossed the upper hall and
appeared at the head of the stairway Al
ready he was filed with confusion of
alarms
Pardon me for calling you. but every
thing is ready-as soon as you can come
we are not going on your yacht, Mr..
Constable" the elder woman said coidly-
He sprang up the stairs and faced her
in the dim light Two or three times in
his life BE had become cod like this.
some trait Of his breed equipping him
with an outward calm. when the issue OF
the moment was won OF lost, but lifted
from his hands.
What IS the latest difficulty. please?'
Il would rather not discuss the mat
ter. Mr. Constable"
May | speak with Miss StansburyE 2"
1t was not given to the mother TO &C
cede or refuse, for the door behind her
was opened and the girl stood in the aper-
ture. her anguished eyes intent upon him
Il returned to announce that every
thing is ready" be said quietly, -snd your
mother tells me that you are not going
NO, We are not going. she repeated
in lfeless voice
as it too much for me to ask whyf7
She did not answer at once, but seemed
trying TO penetrate his brain with her
eyes. Then. you have not seen the New
York papersFr she said You may have
this The others are below"
She handed him the front page Of a
daily journal, dated three weeks before.
His own name was there, and not in
honor When he looked Up from the pa
per the door was shut Constable went
below
Where is Mr.. WALTZ he duly inquir-
ID OF the maid servant
He went out 10 the plantation, sir,
upon bringing in the mails.
Where is Mr.. Breen:r
He went down TO the city, sir
Constable left the house and walked
-apidly out the driveway, turning toward
Saint Pierre Here the mans pride in
ervened He had committed a folly.
perhaps, but no broad evil The state
nents Of the press were farcicaL Lara
Stansbury should not have allowed her
mother and the New York reporters 10
hake her trust. With reaction pilins
Ipon him its most bitter and tragic
,hases, Peter Constable conceded his fail
Ire as a lover. and turned to his second
Try psssion-Pelee-