The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1909-02-12
CHAPTER vIII.-t Continued, !.

Here was another issue of Nemesis, the
curse Of another life through his coming
back from the edge Of the water. In the
crush Of self-hate, he smiled at the wom-
IN. Until moment ago the
wrecking work Of the morning had put
thoughts Of Soronia from his mind. He
had come to the shop partly to marshal
his final resources in an out-of-the-way
spot and arrange the last line of action.
and partly to avoid the possibility of ar
rest for the moment in case the Panther
had brought an emissary of the law. His
end was a matter of hours at best; his
cruising and his friendship with Consta-
BE were over. Saint Pierre, of the lesser
islands, was the last station of his trav-
cling. During three days he had passed
many hours in the shop. What those
hours had accomplished was dramatically
revealed now in the anguish Of the maid
en- as she waited for the answer to her
question.
II have been thinking great deal since
yesterday. found that couldn't do
what l tried--at least, without seeing
you again, Sonoria." Breen spoke vague
". He had sufficient honesty not to be
delft with the forces he was now employ
ing 1.-THE future, 1 cannot tell yet.
may have to leave Saint Pierre for
awhile, but l shall leave my heart here,
and IL live-I will come backl To-day
must see my friend and tell him that
{ cannot cruise farther south with him."
She would have fallen had he not held
her, but her eyes were shining. The old
man ran for restoratives. Breen would
have put the girl into chair, but she
chung to him.
" have waited for you SO long. my
maker Of pictures" she whispered.
Pere Rabeaut stood beside them with
medicines. The veneer of shop servitude
was gone from the gray old face. The
sharp black eyes were directed steadily
npon the stranger, who saw that they
were ready to soften or burst into fame.
Breen saw, too, that he was less In the
presence Of the father Of creole girl
Of Martinique than the father Of an old
world household.
II am waiting for you to speak, mon
sieur," said Pere Rabeaut.
you have not waited long, sir" Breen
answered. sit was just an instant ago
chat / had the honor of hearing from
your daughters lips-that she would wait
for me until l could come back perma-
nentiy to Saint Pierre"
II know you will forgive an old SOL
dier Of France. So many people do not
understand-don't try to understand
that deemed it privilege to marry the
mother of the maid in your arms-not
because governor general Of Martinique
hoo o. but cho
thy the worship Of an old colder Of
France. The girl is like her mother
monsieur"
ut is an honor do not deserve, sir
the daughter of country woman Of Jo.
Sephine and a soldier of France" said
Breen, grateful that one of his utter
.ances contained or covered no lie.
The bow from the veteran was q gra'
cious thing. He held glass to the lips
1T his daughter.
II do not need it now, father" Soronis
said softly.
There was a knock at the door. The
maid FASTENED to her room, and Pert
Rabeaut, once more the master of the
shop. greeted gasping patron. Breer
was left to his thoughts. Thai
which he had done was Interchangeable.
''Nicholas Stembridge, rejoice this Il
your wedding day r. he muttered. "What
q time you've had down the years! Yor
have lived long and freely, taking wha
yeu saw and daring consequences ani
prattling like defective to keep up your
Spirits Nick, do you recall the prim,
sentence of your philosophy There Il
nothing which Doctor Death cannot
cure? Isn't 1t wonderful saying7 St
wonderful that 1t has exceptions! No
Death will not put Peter and his lady on
70 seal The police are aftel
you: your lips are hot with lies; ysu oil
IN the gloom Nick Stembridse, yen arr
whipped, cornered. You 60 out . coward
and a liar. Where Il your laugh Of yes
<srdayT
And yet he smiled at the perfection
Of the pride-humbling trap the Fates hat
laid for him this day smiled at the werd
he had uttered to Soronia and her father
who had brlstled Int q soldier Of France
And yet there had been no ether way
After what he had done to Constable,
was not in him to deprive Sorenia 0
what she seemed to need-not under he
pitiful eyes! His own part did not enter
he cenjured no golden haze as the mat
Of this creature of ardsr, fragrance, an
geatieness. Nor. On the other extrem.
did he reject that to spend sne's day
In q terzdd shop with veman Of blac
blood was Z fitting end fer q brutalise
ufe.
He put the womaa out Of his mind
and turned to the sorry business Of tn
wounded friend. He must find Oonsts
Bile and say the last words; then take tn
blame from his friend In the presence q
the women. II he were taken into Gus
tody on the way-there was no help 60
that. All remnants Of justice and white
manship demanded that he set out at ono,
He hurried to the court.
"Seronia," he called. an have to z
now. Mr.. Constable expects 10 leav
with his ship to-day, and I must tai
with him before he goes"
She appeared in the dress In which b
had first seen her. There were tends
remonstranees which he scarcely hear,
but he answered gently. His mind wa
With the man.
sand you will be back this afternoon ?
In the hollow Of the universe thel
seemed no reason that he could utter VII
hA sh0uid mt he hack that aftsruon,