The Nezperce herald. (Nezperce, Idaho) 1900-1957, 1909-03-11
Constable carefully related the Crus0s

you are winding yourself up tighter an
tighter in my crimesf"
Somehow. l cant get wrought up ove
tribes tonight. The detective matter dis
posed of. what are the other reasons VIII,
you and ] must diverge after this nightf
Brsen was silent a moment. II wa
pretty hard-hit this morning" he sai'
finally. The rough weather broke dowl
my idea about not going to the shol
again. Ii seems incredible. but Soronis
has never had a lover-before. / founG
her-if you'll forgive me--in need Of me
You see. l had just come from the reek
ing stone of sacrifice where you lay anG
/ relit a pair Of creole eyes-promisec
to go to sea no more"
Suppose l had missed Crusoef' Con
stable asked bitterly. Suppose l had
been a poor Harp
There are many Crusoss, Peter. They
won't all fail. You can't keep this one
of always. 1t amounts to just this for
me-that / have found my little isle in
the midst Of the sea. like that other pro
moter who all but conquered Europe"
But why could you not both so aboard
with mel" the other persisted
II have told you that after this ride
I cease to vampirixe the career Of Con-
stable. II Crusoe finds the Rue de Rivoli,
very well. II not, for the present. very
well again. None Of his ilk shall find
you and me together. Two or three times.
back across the forbidden tundras Of
years. / have met men who stack up
something as you do in my thoughts to-
night. l never hurt any Of those fellows
as l have hurt you. I'm too fond OF you
to hit you any harder. Let's talk about
something else"
Constable had received a singular APP
peal. He knew that IL there were any
future for him. he would think Of Breen's
last words coordinate in memory with
the quaking rim Of the crater. 1t did not
occur. 10 him to answer at once. They
we're passing through Morne Rouge. so
overcrowded now that people were sleep
ing in the streets On the dark down
trail again, words did not come to him,
and when the party ~reentered the bank
of falling ash and the sulphur stencil, il
was not good TO open ones mouth In
speech
The guides were paid at the edge Of
the city. Saint Pierre was dark and har-
rowingly still. The hoof-beats Of the two
mules which the Americans retained were
mufsed in the ash, as If they were pound
ing along the sandy beach. Often the
fetor Of death reached the n~ostrils
Of the riders, above the drying, cutting
vapor Of the volcano. and their beasts
SHE'D and snorfed at the untoward humps
On the highway. 1t was as if war and
oestiIence had staIked through Saint
Pierre that day, and a winter storm had
.ried to cover the dreadful aftermath A
iOor opened at last before them. and
here was a cry from Soronia- Pere
Rabeaut hurried ont and led the mules to
Constable sank snto his old seat at the
-ound table under the window. He watch
"a Breen and the His friend was
huge and lean in the lamp light; his
white clothing stained from the saddle.
lis hair and mustache white from ash, his
lack eyes burning In a face haggard unto
-hastliness. The woman was In his arms
. they stood together. What they said,
constable did not allow bis mind to rea-
with. but the glory of her lovers
resence which shone In the eyes Of So
called down Upon the watcher his
wn black yistas of desolation- She had
for an hour, the true and the beau
soul anchorage which he was
ever to know . He would keep
II craft of the Crusoe stamp from
lundering into her sweet haven-this
luch be could do, was his thought. Food
as placed before him, and he ate a lit
e. for the sake Of Breen. His eyes
aimed from the lamplight, and he drop
ed his face forward into his arms on the
.bIe. Close to the wood, the vibrations
{ the mountain doomed louder In his
lrs.
"But you must not go away again y
impIored. I
yes, for an hour-two hours 1t the
ost-Iittle fairy" Breen whispered. /.
They we're In the living rooms across
Ie court. where the bird cages were
cred and covered with cloths. She cIung :
him pitifully. :
"With you away-oh, my lover, no, no
I cannot live again for hours =
i'd hoursw
Hush The is in great trouble. He
ust not awake until after I am gone. a
hen be must not know where I have p
ne. | am going to the plantation house :
the Morne d'Orange. II is for him. !
hours at the most, and the last =
g last / shall ever leave you. little a
d
Breen recrossed the court and entered 1;
9 fruit shop on tiptoe. Constable did a
{ move; his breathing was inaudible. I.
the street door Soronia Joined him like :,
shadow. He kissed her and put her j.
ms from him. 1t was eleyen-ffteen
the old French clock.
Soronia, alone, stared for an instant
the figure sprawled across the table,
man who had caused her lover twice u
be torn from her arms that day. Then q
} moved to a chair, in the shadows at II
far end Of the shop, and sat down a
idly to wait. q
CHAPTER XII. II
n the dim upper hallway, Lara read q
the face Of her mother, hard and white
ivory, that the clash of wills had come. fl
slender arm barred the door through ST
len the daughter had to pass. OF
lara, what do you mean 10 DOR o,