The Detroit times., 1909-12-21

True. but a small gift may induce
him to depart" The woman's tones
were OF dulcet softness, but the
accent was distinctly foreign.
Charity" | hiccoughed. Charity.
BE OF with you, you rescal," cried
my master sharply. | clutched a shil,-
ing. and broke into stream OF
drunken sobbing thanks. Moving off
| collided designedly with the vacant
bench and sprawled upon the ground.
There lay pretending 10 be senseless.
They came up and turned me over on
my back; Sir VIM Dagmar also kicked
my ribs, but answered all attempts
| to revive me with snores.
Satisfied apparently with my condi-
ton. they presently returned to their
seats and began TO converse. | could
not see them. but could hear. and not
word escaped me.
| He is half stunned and wholly
asleep" said my master "neverthe-
less let us speak in French
AS you please. Msieur.
You were describing the effects OF
the picra toxic solution suggested
/ my master.
THAT Is true Alas, Msieur. we
/
so many failures" she replied drear-
lily. The operation is always so per.
feet. so perfect. and vet always the
' patients die-of shock
"Ah, Then the woman is dead
There will be funeral tomorrow.
Msieur The failure is complete. sir
| Charles Is sad He does not speak,
but he shuts his mouth. so,"
From the first he had no hope,
M'sieur. He declared the drug
| roison a neurotic intoxicant-malig-
nant. deadly He smiles-so-liko a
dog and shrugs his shoulders. But
he. too. said little"
What next Marion?" asked my
master in a hoarse. hollow voice.
God knows. M'sieur. Soon we shall
have exhausted the pharmacopoeia.
Providence is very cruel TO us, very
cruel. We have been vouchsafed one
half OF the secrets OF life. and IL seems
10 me that I'm seeking the remainder
We eI/and sur energies In vain. Mean
while the hands OF us all become more
deeply dyed with blood Msieur. as
God hears me, 7 sometimes think my.
self a murderess."
Hush, Marion"
no. M'sieur. I shall speak what Is
in my heart. I cannot see these
wretched creatures die. as day b. day
they perish, without often asking my
self the Question-are we JUSTIFIED? /
have spoken to Sir Charles and Or.
Fulton. but they freeze me with their
cold Science swear 10 you. M'sieur.
that were II not for George. would
! be tempted to break my oath"
Foolish child. you must not trife
with this weakness. Crush IT, subdue
it,.
"Ah, Bah M'sieur. a woman'a
! heart is weak"
But not the heart OF woman VINO
loves. nv child Remember this Is
Georges life for which YOU are striv-
ing. And those others. what are they
but worthless ones condemned al
ready past redemption. Granted. per.
/ haps. that our experiments may has
| ten the inevitable end. or what do we
deprive them, but a few weeks or days
OF painful suffering? All, no my child
YOU must not turn back now. Any day
the secret may be discovered, the door
az life thrown omen TO us all And that
10 YOU will mean the instant realizing
OF your dearest dreams. Think Of H..
Marion. your lover yours 10 wed. yours
for long years OF happiness"
! The woman answered In a sobh!nG
voice: George Is so miserable.
M'sieur. He speaks of death. Hd Is
filed with despair
You must be hrm. with him, my
child. have discovered that ne IL
in debt, deeply in debt. For that rea-
son he most despairs. because he fears
10 leave YOU poor as we'll as desolate
I fear that he contemplates some des-
nerate expedition. But you must per
snade him to he patient. You know,
Marion. that'we ore all pledged not to
financially assist each other ON that
account I dare not help your lover.
though | care for him as II he were
my son. But with you IT is different
How. M'sieur
! why. my dear-you are not OF our