The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1908-09-17
CHAPTER Y.

Constable had been physically unhurt
In his thirty years, and the exertions of
the past four days had worn little more
than the polish from his yitality. In
stead of relaxing in the crisis Of the news
paper revelation. his body rigated under
the whip of pride, and he strobe down
Into the city as one who has slipped
burden. He had been beaten In a battle
with a woman. Butcher had come TO
Mrs. Stansbury's aid at the last moment,
In the shape of newspapers from the
north. From Lara, however, and not the
mother, had come the most Gripping blow
of all. 1t was Lara who had handed him
the newspaper She did not wait, nor
ask Around this item, Constable built
q gloom-structure of baronial proportions.
His attitude toward Breen was very
simple. He would not betray his guest
for all the newspapers and police in
Christendom- Having waived Breen's
offer to detail the particulars of his past,
during the first night of acquaintance.
Constable certainly could not reproach
the other for misrepresenting himself.
1t was ten-thirty 10 the morning when
he sent a &c out to Captain Negley
counlermanding sailing orders, and encIos-
ing a cheerful note to Crusoe, containing
a draft for the stipulated amount At the
bank he also left second sum for Faith
er Damien, and procured considerable cur
rent paper for his own uses His mind
moved in a light, irresponsible fashion.
1t was as IL he were obsess ed at quick
intervals. one after another, by mad kings
NJ
dared refuse. His brain kept the. great
sorrow in the background, and occupied
itself with striking articles. While aware
that in losing Miss Stansbury and the
privilege of protecting her, the meaning
and direction of his life was gone, still
Constable did moi yet sense the fullness
of the visitation. His was not a wound
TO heal by first intention; and in bad
hurts pain assumes command leisurely
and in order.
He plunged into a crowd in The market
Mace. and began to talk to the natives
whimsically, but to the purpose of start
ing them toward Fort de France. adding
that Father Damien would care for them
generously there. II do not say tina. this
ia the last day of Saint Pierre" be ex-
claimed in French, but I declare to you
that if ever a planet looked as if she were
about to spring leak, Mother Earth has
the symptoms localized In Pelee"
Constable's eyes had fixed upon a car
rage passing along the edge OF the
crowd. Now he moved toward Il quick
ly and seized the Bride Despite the pro-
testations of the driver, he led the vehicle
into the good view Of ell. His face was
red with the heat and ashine with laugh
ter and perspiration. Alarm and merri-
ment mingled in the native throng All
ewes followed the towering figure of the
American, now bowed before the swinging
door of the carriage-and u. Mondet.
This. dear friends" Constable resum
Ell. as one would produce a rabbit from
a silk hat-"this, you all perceive, i
your little editor of Les Colonies. Is be
not bright and clean and pretty? He i
very fond Of American humor. See how
the little editor laughs :"
The Frenchman was really afraid. His
smile was yellowish-gray AID OF sickly
contour. His article relative to the Amer
lean appealed to him now, entirely strip
ped of the humor with which 1t was
fraught yesterday, as he composed 1t m
the inner of inner Offices This demon
OF cracking French and restless hand,
would stop at nothing VI. Mondet pic
tured himself being picked up for dea(
presently As the blow did not fall in
simultaneously, he amended the picture
with the sorry thought that he was Il
no played with before being dispatched.
This Is the little man who tells you
that Saint Pierre is in danger-whe
SCOTS at those who have already gene,
Constable informed bis hearers. now hold
ing M the Frenchman's arm, as a refere'
upraises the whip of winning fighter
"He saws there IL no more peril from
Pelee than from an old man shaking ashes
out of his pipe. Yesterday | proposed t.
wager my ship against ": Mondet's rolled
top desk that he was wrong, but ther'
was a difficulty in the way. DO you no
see, dear friends, that If / won the wager
I should not be able TO distinguish be
tween NJ. Mondets rolled-top desk ant
VI. Mondet's cigarette case in the ruins o
Saint Pierre? You would not think tha
such a small white person could contain
so much poison
There had been a steady growing from
the mountain.
"Ahl" Constable suddenly exclaimed