The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1908-12-31
CHAPTER XII.-fContinued.)

I CHAPTER Kill Continued)
Breen was dazed by the altered mood Of
the woman. Until the present instant Of
| their walk, he had been contemplating
a serene end to a day of most brutal be-
ginnings. They were on the eminence of
the Morne d'Orange. -Pelee was a bale
full changing jewel in the black north.
Breen heard the woman's breathing. He
had no pity for her. He had spoken with
exceeding gentleness, but it was forced
In the same voice he continued, since She
\ did not speak:
You could not walk to Fort de France.
and there is neither boiat nor carriage
tonight. thought you were going to
let him be happy again"
! Did he send you to mef"
"He does not know that | am here
Miss Stansbury," Breen replied. AS we
rode in from the mountain, l begged him
to come to you tonight, but he said that
1 if there were any hope of his saving your
life, you would have shown him some sign
I this morning, instead"
She felt herself called to her own de-
Tense. Gould he not see that the news
papers brought a shock to me?" she ques-
toned pitifully.
'-The shock was just as great, and the
matter contained in the newspapers just
as new, to him." he said. ',Do you sup
pose he would have introduced me 10 you
if he had understood all about me! / am
all to blame, not our good Peter. Because
| brought ell this trouble upon him, l
came tonight to undo the tragedy of your
being away from him, and yet so close
TO the volcano"
And you went with him to the crater
to-day?"
DO you think would let him kill
himself?'
"Oh, no but you said-you spoke
about riding back with him from the
crater" she returned hastily. The mans
unyielding position wrought upon her
strangely. sometimes startled, sometimes
steadied, her.
Il heard that he had gone up the
mountain, and followed. I found him
at the summit in faint, lying at the
-ery rim OF disaster"
"You-saved him from death?"
"a very essential proceeding, since
sent him there"
''Oh, what do you meanT'
1T was my presence that prevented
you both from being out at sea tonight
II was a very little thing to
bring him back from the crater, Miss
Stansbury, but a big accomplishment to
make him glad that 1 brought him back"
did he intend to kill himself by going
there? Do you mean that IL"
Breen felt that she deserved wildly to |
apprehend her failures of performance. |
NO, Miss Stansbury, but he was dazed |
with punishment. That a doubt could ext
list in your mind, regarding his integrity. |
pulled him out OF his orbit, so to speak"
But it was all so intricate and mys- 1
terious," she pleaded. Il didn't mean to 1
do wrong, but you must see that a wom-
an who can only wait, and never be told
things-may not know what is best ~
His heart kindled to her now, but he
was not building for the moment Let
me tell you about Peter Constable" he
said gently. Il was hunted TO a corner
in New York. l am all that the papers
say, and much beside which they have
overlooked. Only. 1 have never robbed
the poor, nor widows and orphans and |
never have betrayed a friend until to-
day, when my history arose in its wrath
and man-handled poor Peter. All my
operations were over when he found me
all my farces and strategies. l had lost
my wool-cap, and the lambs would no
longer play with me. They drove me TO
the water front. l was al the edge OF the
end when Peter Constable called.
Come, Miss Stansbury, let US walk on 10
ward the launch
Breen had judged ~eu the instant TO
make this suggestion. Though afraid
that she would turn back; he spoke brisk
", lightly, as if she had merely paused
to survey the night She obeyed. and.
rs he talked on. their steps grew faster
and faster down the morne toward the
adge of the silent, stricken city. Breen
related how his friend had put aside for
Ter the century-rare. opportunity of study
ng Pelee in the throes. OF the volcano +
tself. he spoke Familiarity, trenchantly.
Is only one could do who had peered into ,
he roaring sink of chaos that day. He
pictured at last the man with whom he .
lad ridden, their last ride together, the I
which men love, and-in tints
lmost etheresl-the brooding romance. :
She was thrilled by this stranger who r
lad played with men and lived to pray 7
or one. BY his own word, worId-weary !
nd a skeptic of human character, he had
discovered his Utopia in a friend Be
ause she burned TO believe all Breen said.
is words rang true. Higher in her heart
han he had reached in any of the days :
fluctuations, Constable was appraised now /,
nd held. She did not call it loye-she b
id not call it anything; but it was a .
aliant presence to cling to. as she entered 1
nth this stranger, hunted of men, the !
lane which Rue Victor Hugo :
ad become.
you are a prince of defenders" she ;,
:
a man less white would not need a !,
-iend to champion his cause" he replied.
Where is Peter Constable now?" :
II will put you in the care of Ernst y
/ the launch, and then bring him to +,
ou." he said /.
Where is Mr.. Constable?" she demand =,
! imperiOusly. =
In a little shop up in the Rue de =
ivoli." h
She did not fail in this last pitiless as il
lult, though the dreadful final sentences dl
. her mother came back. This night s.