The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1908-10-30

LOST Lostl They are lostF
cursed the two occupants in his own
dialect with fierce, vile tongue. 1t
was near midnight when he reached
| the tavern and climbed the rickety
stairway to the room where the two
| men waited.
Chauvenet opened the door at his APP
proach, and they cried aloud as the
great figure appeared before them and
the lamp light fell upon his dark, blood
smeared face.
| "The lettersw snapped Chauvenet.
"Is the message safe?' demanded
Durand.
Lost! Lost! They are lost! lost
my way, and he nearly killed me-the
| little soldier-as I crossed a strange
field"
| When they had jerked the truth from
Zmai, Chauvenet flung open the door
and bawled through the house for the
innkeeper.
| Horses! Saddle our two horses quick,
and get another If you have to steal
it!' he screamed. Then he turned into
| the room to curse Zmai, while Durand
with a towel and water sought to ease
the ache in the big fellows head and
cleanse his face
$50 that beggarly little servant did
it, did he? He stole that paper l had
| given you, did he? What do you i'm
aglne l brought you to this country
for If you are to let two stupid fools
play with you as though you were a
! clown"
| The Servian, Non his knees before
| Durand, suffered the torrent of abuse
meekly. He was scoundrel, hired to
| do murder, and his vilification by an
| angered employer did not greatly trous
BILE him, particularly since he under
stood little of Chauvenet's rapid Ger
man.
In half an hoIr Chauvenet was
again in a fury, learning at Lamar
that the operator had gone down the
road twenty miles to dance and
would not be back until morning.
The imperturbable Durand shivered
in the night air and prodded Chauve-
net with ironies.
1--WE have no time to lose That
message must go tonight. You may
be sure NJ. Armitage will not send it
for us. Come, we've got to go down
to Storm Springs"
| They rode away in the starlight, leav-
| ing the postmaster alarmed and Won
| dering. Chauvenet and Durand were
| we'll mounted on horses that Chauvenet
had sent into the hills in advance of his
| own coming. Zmai rode grim and ST.
lent on 4 clumsy pillow horse, which
was the best the publican could find
| for him The knife was not the only
| weapon he had known in Servia. He
| carried potato sack across his saddle
| bow. Caauvenet and Durand sent him
ahead to set the pace with his inferior
mount They talked together in low
tones as they followed.
| "He Is not so big fool, this Armi-
| tage," remarked Durand. "He is quite
deep, In fact. I wish it were he we are
trying to establish on throne and not
that pitiful scapegrace in Vienna"
IT gave him his chance down there
In the valley. and he laughed at me. It
Is quite possible that he is not fool
| and quite certain that he Is not cow
ard"
"Then he would not be q safe king.
Our young friend In Vienna is a good
deal Of fail and altogether a cow
ard. We shall have to provide him
| with a spine at his coronation"
"If we fail'- began Chauvenet.
"You suggest a fruitful but unpleas-
ant topic. If we fail we shall be fortu-
| nate If we reach the hospitable shores
Of the Argentine for future residence.
Paris and Vienna would not know us
again. If Winkelried succeeds in vi
emma and we lose here, where do we
arriveY
1--WE arrive quite where Mr.. Armitage
chooses to land us. He Is gentleman
Of resources; he has money; he laughs
cheerfully at misadventures; he has
had you watched by the shrewdest
eyes in Europe, and you are considered
| a hard man to keep track Of, my dear
Durand. And not least important he
has tonight snatched away that little
cablegram that was the signal to Win
! kelried to go ahead. He is q very an
noying and vexatious person. this Ar!
/ mitage. Even Zmai, whose knife made
him terror in Servia, seems unable to
cope with him."
"And the fair daughter Of the val
iev"-
CONTINUED next week.
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