The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1908-06-26
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Then ! will bid you adieu for the
present. M. Claude" said Nine. Ri
gault, rising. with the copies Of M.
Landre's Prusslan correspondence that
/ obtained safe In your hands, my task
Is finished"
Accept my eternal gratitude, Nine.
Rigault," returned the chief, With a
polite bow, as the little lady smiled
brightly and made her exit from the
room.
In those days the quarter known as
the Cite" was the rendezvous of all
the scum Of Paris.
The hour OF midnight was close at
hand when NJ. Claude, cunningly dis.
guised, and assuming the reckless air
of half drunken loafer, entered the
wine-shop OF the Lapin Blanc, one OF
The most notorious lairs Of the Cite,
and situated In the center of the Rue
Aux Feves. The tavern consisted OF
large low room furnished with eight
broad tables secured by chains to the
whitewashed walls. These tables were
lined before a bar upon which stood a
number Of jugs and drinking vessels
bound with iron. At the back of the
room a door opened upon long alley
which stretched as far as the eye
could penetrate into the darkness.
The three tables nearest the en-
trance were occupied by several noisy
rufians engaged in playing cards and
drinking from the pewter measures
that stood before them. At the las
table IN the rear Of the room, a young
girl sat alone, with her head buried
in her hands.
It was toward this solitary femal,
that NJ. Claude's eye wandered instant
ly. Crossing the floor with swagger
ing strides, he seated himself beside
her and placed his hand on he
shoulder. She started and looked up
revealing a face that had once beer
beautiful, but whose features wer,
now indelibly stamped with the coars,
/ lines Of dissipation, although the own
er could scarcely have passed her 'kev
enteenth year
What do you want?" she querlet
in a hoarse, cracked voice, as sh
gazed sullenly at the disturber Of he
reverle.
Don't be afraid" responded N
Claude, jovially. Drink with me. m
beauty, and forget your troubles. In
not a bad sort, Nina Fleurette. a
you'll and out when you've known m
a while"
Il don't know you" returned tn
girl suspiciously. Who are you an
where do you come from?"
"All in good time replied the chic
Here comes the wet for our throttlel
Drink and then we can talk better.
That's the stutf that makes us a
happy" she cried In discordant a,
cents. as M. Claude grasped the ju
and carried 1t to his mouth.
I Eve something important to te
you, Nina Fleurette," said the chief. r
! placing the jug on the table. Ben
! your head over till I whisper m
] news; we want no spies to hear u.s. /"
The girl leaned toward him and 4
Claude muttered something in an u,
dertone She started back and stare
at him curiously.
You say you come from NJ. La
DIRE, she whispered hoarsely. eHo
: do know you are speaking Il
truth?'
Look down and behold the sign
. replied NJ. Claude in the same caution
: tone
3 Very well, Monsieur" she said
J. see you are one Of US. What is yoi
I message?s
: you are to come with me to
\ house In the Rue du Temple, whe
= your lover. Emil Chatelain, awaits us
{. returned NJ. Claude. There IS NO
on hand and your help Is needed. y