The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1909-02-05


and call for anything you want. Well
be good frien Is yet. Captain
Negley, have Mr.. Crusoe CHARTERED pleas
antiy aft, and tell Macready to serve him
with anything he desires. I'll be back
with the ladies in about an hour. You'll
OF course have the ship keyed for . sprint
to Fort de France"
Constable hurried down the ladder, and
an instant later was again In the launch,
which was aimed at the low-hanging pail,
back Of which lay the tortured city. 1t
was now twenty-five minutes to nine. He
could make the plantation house slightly
after the hour.
1t was but q moment from the pier to
the carriage, and then the half-strangled
ponies struggled calamity through Rue
Victor Hugo and up the morne toward
the plantation house. Uncle Joey's rig
was at the gate, good evidence that the
malls had been brought.
Constable entered the house hastily at
ten minutes past nine. There was q
word Of cheer upon his lips. No one was
in the library or the music room; no one
but a maid servant was on the lower
floor. She was gathering up the litter Of
broken envelopes and newspaper wrap
pings upon the library table. Constable
imagined that the maid servant regarded
him strangely. He ran to the stairway
and called:
Are you almost ready, ladiesY'
He heard footsteps above and low
voices; then a door opened and Mrs.
Stansbury crossed the upper hall and
| appeared at the head OF the stairway. Al
ready he was filed with q confusion of
alarms.
Pardon me for calling you, but every
thing IN ready-as soon a. you can come !"
I'VE are not going on your yacht, Mr..
Constable" the elder woman said coldly.
He sprang up the stairs and faced her
in the dim light. Two or three times in
his life he had become cold like this,
some trait of his breed equipping him
with an outward calm, when the issue of
| the moment was wen or lost, but lifted
from his hands.
what is the latest difficulty, pleaseT"
II would rather not discuss the mat
ter, Mr.. Constable"
'May l speak with Miss Stansbury p
1t was not given to the mother to &C
cede or refuse, for the door behind her
was opened and the girl stood in the aper-
ture, her anguished eyes intent upon him.
II returned to announce that every
thing Is ready" he said quietly, land your
mother tells me that you are not going"
"No, we are not going" she repeated
in a lifeless voice.
Els 1t too much for me to ask why?"
She did not answer at once, but seemed
l - l. a. III -
eyes. Then, you have not seen the New
York papers?' she said. "You may have
this. The others are below"
She handed him the front page of q
daily Journal, dated three weeks before.
His own name was there, and not in
honor. When he looked up from the pa
per the door was shut. Constable went
below.
"where is Mr.. WALTZ" he duly inquir-
ed Of the maid servant.
HE went cut to the plantation, sir,
Immediately upon bringing in the mails"
"Where Is Mr.. Breen?"
He went down to the city, SIR"
Constable left the house and walked
rapidly out the driveway, turning toward
Saint Pierre. Here the mans pride in
tervened. He had committed a folly,
perhaps, but NO broad evil. The state
ments Of the press were farcical. Lara
Stansbury should not have allowed her
mother and the New York reporters to
shake her trust. With reaction pifing
upon him its most bitter and tragic
phases, Peter Constable conceded his fail
ure as a lover, and turned to his second
airy passion-Pelee.
CHAPTER VIII.
Breen was not wholly unconscious Of
danger when the large bundle Of New
York papers was brought with the mails
into the library. The ladies had busted
themselves over q joint epistle from Mr..
Stansbury, and were scanning the front
pages Of the journals, when a sudden
exclamation from Mrs. Stansbury init.
mated the ugly truth. Breen was chang.
ed from guest to outlaw. Miss Stansbury
followed her mother upstairs, the former
bearing the paper with her. A second
account of the demoralizing incident was
not difficult to find. Breen read the fol.
lowing hastily:
''The Madame de Stael, Mr.. Peter Con.
stables splendid private yacht, cleared fol
West Indian ports this morning, having
on board the young millionaire-owner
and, 1t is alleged, Nicholas Stembridge
the notorious revolutionist, adventurer
and swindling promoter.
"The purpose In common Of the CAPT.
talist and fortune hunter cannot be told
Mr.. Constable has figured In the public
prints on several occasions, but chiefly
through his eccentric ideas Of practical
philanthropy. So far as is known, he has
never before allowed himself to be sub.
jected to the attention of the police. II
u feared that he will lose at both ends
a. result Of his present affiliations.
"Mr. Constable's friends aver that the
young millionaire could not have under
stood the character Of his companion fol
the voyage. and point out that Nichola,
Stembridge, at his best, II a man Of fasci
mating manners and RE personal accom-
plishments. 1t has been added also thai
Mr.. Constable Is Of most impulsive tenn
permanent, and apt to choose his compan
ions from queer arteries Of society. TIL,
young mans innocent intent, however
! might more readily be accepted, were Il
not for the important fact that Nichola.
Stembridge, who is known to have beer
|, in hiding for several DAYS In New York