Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-11-04

he hasn't the papers on his clothes then you have this pleasant scheme for Kidnapping him, getting him down to your steamer at Baltimore and cruis- Ing with him until he Is ready to come to terms. The American air has done much for your imagination. my dear Jules, or possibly the altitude of the hills has overstimulated it."
 You are not the fool you look, my dear Durand. You have actually talk en a fair grasp of the situation"
 But the adorable young lady, the fair Mile. Claiborne-what becomes of her In these transactions"
 That is none of your affair."" replied Chauvenet, drowning. T am quite content with my progress. have not finished in that matter"
 Neither, 1t would seem, has Mir. John Armitage But I am quite well satisfied to leave 1t to you. In a few days we shall know much more than we do now. should be happier if you were in charge in Vienna. A false step there-ugh! I hesitate to think of the wretched mess there would be-"
 Trust Winkelried to do his full duty. You must not forget that the acute Stroebel now sleeps the long sleep and that many masses have al- ready been said for the repose of his intrepid soul"
 ''The splendor of our undertaking is enough to draw his ghost from the grave. Ugh! By this time Zmai should have filed our cablegram at the Springs and got your mail at the hotel. I hope you have not misplaced your confidence in the operator there. Con- ing back our giant must pass Armi tage's house."
 Trust him to pass 1t His encoun- ters with Armitage have not been to his credit"
 The two men were dressed in rough clothes, as for an outing. and in spite of the habitual trifing tone of their talk they wore serious air. Du- rand's eyes danced with excitement, and he twisted his mustache nervous ly. Chauvenet had gone to Washing ton to meet Durand, to get from him news of the progress of the conspiracy in Vienna and, not least, to berate him for crossing the Atlantic. II do not require watching, my dear Durand," he had said. .
 "A man in love, dearest Jules, some times forgets." But they had gone into the Virginia hills amicably and were quartered with the postmaster. They waited now for Zmai, whom they had sent to the Springs with a message and to get Chauvenet's mail. Armitage, they had learned, used the Lamar telegraph office, and they had decided to carry their business else where.
 While they waited in the bare upper room of the inn for Zmai the big Ser vian tramped up the mountain side with an aching head and heart heavy with dread. The horse he had left tied in thicket when he plunged down through the Claiborne place had bro ken free and run away, so that he must now trudge back afoot to report to his masters. He had made a mess of his errands and nearly lost his life besides. The bullet from Oscars re- volver had cut neat furrow in his scalp, which. was growing sore and stiff as 1t ceased bleeding, He would undoubtedly be dealt with harshly by Chauvenet and Durand, but he knew that the sooner he reported his calami- ties the better, so he stumbled toward Lamar, pausing at times to clasp his small head in his great hands. When he passed the wild tangle that hid Armitage's bungalow be paused and cursed the two occupants in his own dialect with fierce, vile tongue. It was near midnight when he reached the tavern and climbed the rickety stairway to the room where the two men waited.
 Chauvenet opened the deor at his ap-