The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1908-07-03
CHAPTER xxI1.-{Continu.d. }
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She ut herself more firmly yet. The
delicate fingers clinched convulsively upon
the arm Of the chair.
do not AK me, monsieur. My duty
n plain. II you will not spare us,
will be with him to the bitter end"
You cannot mend matters" persisted
the detective, by staying here. My men
surround the house. The Gordon Is com.
plete. For the last time / ask you, will |
you leave this placer"
"And answer you for the last time,
/ will not Co."
Nevertheless, l win do what l can
for you." said M. Lazare. ut would be
would it not?"
She glanced through the portiere CIV
ing lngress to the salon beyond, where
Jules Chabot was just visible as he sat
at the end Of the long card table. His
face was deadly pale. He whispered
from time to time with Goldstein, the
broker. Her face flushed for an instant.
what do you mean?" she calculated.
II an armed, madame. Take this pis-
tol. He shall At least have a chance to
savs your homer"
my honor" exclaimed the unhappy
lady, recoiling In horror from the prof
fered weapon. "Put UP your pistol. It
I used Il at all It would be to avenge
myself ~ his capters. Oh my son, my
soni"
They had stepped unconsciously to the
door Of the conservatory. The detective
turned and took her hand. His express
sive face was aglow with some profound.
emotion.
you have proved yourself worthy"
he said. The courage and devotion you
have displayed In your hour of trial have
given you right to your reward"
what do you mean, monsieur
"Come here" he said, suddenly, come
with me. / viii tell you something you
never knew. Something that has come to
me az from the dead. to tell you that
your instincts have erred, and you have
been made the play Of cruel, designing
people"
He drew her hand within his arm and
down upon the same seat where he had
conversed with the Vicomtesse de Valiar.
I'VE shall not be interrupted here.
will tell you story II you care to listen
to It,"
"Go on, monsieur" she murmured.
CHAPTER XIII.
1.-THE story" began the detective, us
Of young lady, countrywoman OF
yours. It was years ago that this thing
happened She was quite handsome, very
young, very romantic and foolish. When
she was eighteen years Of age she met
an American. He also was young, hand
some. but dissolute and entirely unwor-
thy Of her love-"
Nine. Colbert Remplin inclined her
head almost imperceptibly. She was list
ening to the history Of her own life. How
had this man brought to light the secrets
Of the past which had, years ago, as she
believed, been hidden by the lapse Of
time"
yielding to the Americans inportu-
mites, this young lady contracted with
him secret marriage. The result OF
their union was a child-a boy. The
marriage was concealed successfully
from the young woman's parents. By
the connivance Of friend and a pre-
tended visit to the country, its conse-
quences were also kept secret. Shortly
after the birth Of her child the young
woman returned to Paris, where she at.
tracted the attention Of very rich bank
er, who, ignorant of her past history
sought to make her his wife. 1t was
more than probable that the lady would
not have yielded to the temptation which
was thrust before her but for ITO things
first, the discovery that her husband was
worthless, faithless fellow, second, thu
opportunities of her parents, who at tina
time sustained some financial reverses.
appears that the banker held her faith
er's obligations for an enormous amount
A condition of the marriage was that he
parent should be released. A divorce wa
>ecretly secured from the first husband
Yes, it was to save my father" muir
nured Mme Colbert Remplin.
He went on:
There was little boy, as have said
the fruit of this unhappy young woman
union with the American. This chill
She was the wife of loutish, industriou
but she was beautiful for all that, a
some of those women are. The America
fell in love with her. He was calle
away to the United States and was absen
three years. In his absence somethin
had happened"
what had happenedT murmured tn
woman beside him.
1.-THE child entrusted to the woman
care had died. On the Americans n
turn to France, she presented her ow
child in it's place. Her husband wa
dead. There was no one to contradie
her"
A great sigh went up from the heart {
Nine. Colbert Remplin.
"Ohr' she cried, "can this be true
My son is dead. How have you learne
this?"
MADAME La Seur, who has blackmai
ed you systematically. two days ago m,
with fatal accident. Unable to see 70,
she sent you in her last moments a flu
confession of the imposition she had I
long practiced upon you and implore
your forgiveness. This was taken by h,
messenger to the gate where you usual
received her, and was promptly seized |
one of my men. Here is the confessio
from which you will learn that Phil
Graham, whom you firmly believed to
your own son, is in reality the son
the peasant woman, who was the nur
Of your own child, and whom Henry CIR