The Nezperce herald. (Nezperce, Idaho) 1900-1957, 1909-02-25

Breen IS. too. Your lines are different.
hats all. You'll get your i've thousand
hat l promised to-day. just sit tight.
md call for anything you want. Wen
ie good frien Is yet. Captain
Negley. have Mr.. Crusoe quartered 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
10 Fort de France"
Constable hurried down the ladder. and
IN instant later was again in the launch.
which was aimed at the low-hanging pail.
back Of which lay the tortured city. II
was now twenty-five minutes to nine. He
could make the plantation house slightly
after the hour.
1t was but a 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
mails had been brought
Constable entered the house hastily at
ten minutes past nine. There was a
word of cheer upon his lips. No one was
in the library or the music room; no one
but maid servant was on the lower
hoor- 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. ladies'"
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 confusion of
alarms
Pardon me for calling you, but every |
thing is ready-as soon as 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 ms he had become cold like this. i
some traiN Of his breed equipping him /
with an outward calm. when the issue Of 1
the moment was won or lost. but lifted
from his hands.
What is the latest difficulty, pleasef"
Il would rather not discuss the mat
ter, Mr.. Constable"
May l speak with Miss Stansbury7~
Ii was not given to the mother to ac-
cede or refuse. for the door behind her
was opened and the girl stood in the aper-
Iure, her anguished eyes intent upon him.
Il returned to announce that every
thing IS ready" he said quietly, "and your
mother tells me that you are not going"
No, we are not going" she repeated
in lifeless voice.
rs it too much for me to ask whyz"
She did not answer at once, but seemed
Irying to penetrate his brain with her
yes Then, you have not seen the New
York papers?" she said. You may have
his. The others are below"
She handed him the front page Of
iaily journal, dated three weeks before.
His own name was there. and not in
ionor. When be looked up from the pa
'er the door was shut. Constable went
'elow.
Where is Mr.. WALTZ" be duly inquir-
d Of the maid servant
HE went out to the plantation. sir,
upon bringing in the mails"
Where is Mr.. Breen?"
"He went down to the city. sir"
Constable left the house and walked
apidly out the driveway, turning toward
iaint Pierre Here the mans pride in
ervened. He had committed a folly,
erhaps, but no broad evil. The state
aenfs Of the press were farcicaI. Lara
itansbury should not have allowed her
1other and the New York reporters to
bake her trust With reaction pifing
non him its most bitter and tragic