Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1909-10-14

arm.
LOCK at your work." he saiG,
sternly. Are you satisfed?"
The marquis forced a smile.
81 am satisfied" he said, with
fiendish malice. Say what you will,
do what you Ike, Harry Herne, the
fact remains-she is my wife"
Harry flung him from him.
Curl" he cried. "But for her!
Set from my sight, or 1 cannot an
swer for myself. Stop!"
The marquis looked back.
1--WE have not done yet" said Har-
ry. "You shall not have the power
to threaten her again. Go to the
house; I follow yOu."
"And why?" demanded the mar
quis.
Harry motioned to Lucille, and she
Harry pointed to the Court stern
ly, and the marquis, struggling his
shoulders and trembling inwardly,
STROBE on.
In solemn silence the two men
reached the hall and passed into
the library.
Harry, pale and wan, but with an
ominous light burning in his eyes
pointed to a chair beside the table.
"Sit down." he said. Now write
as I dictate: Il confess that l have
wrOngfully accused Harry Herne of
committing a robbery upon my prem
ises, and l hereby assert my knoWl-
edge of his innocence"
The marquis hesitated, but after
glance at the stern face above him,
wrote the words.
Harry placed a second piece Of
paper upon the desk.
again" he said in a low voice,
"I consent to a separation between
Lucille, Warehouses Of Merle, and
myself, and l promise to refrain
from molesting her"
Tha marquis ficked the paper from
him.
"Bah!" he said, with a sheer.
"Why should I write this? Why?
Why? What can you do, my friend,
if I refuse? NOthing!" and he lean
ed back and smiled.
Harry stood over him.
Refuse" he said, calmly, "and
hold you up to the execation of So
ciety Refuse to liberate her and l
tell the whole story Of your Villainy."
The marquis laughed.
"You will tell the whole story of
my yillainy," he said with a sheer.
and whom will you get to believe
it? Bah, l have given you rope
enough, my friend. You forget the
difference between us. I am the
Marquis of Merle, without a stailI
upon my character; you"-he shruga
ged his shOulders-"are under sus-
piGiOn of a crime of which you say
you are innocent, but of which there
IS enough evidence to send you to
the hulks! Pshaw!" and he waved
his hands. Take your confession
and be satisfied. Leave madam to
me-" and he smiled significantly.
Harry took the paper that the
marquis had written and tore it in
pieces.
Give me the other, free her, and
do what you like with me, "he said.
simply.
The marquis stared, and then
burst into a laugh of triumphant
malice.
4 will" he said, and as he spoke
he rang the BELL. DO you know
what I am going to do? I am 60
ing to give you into custody! You
have played too high a hand Harry
Herne. l have been in the dust I'M
der your, and her feet today; you
shall be under mine before l have
done with you!"
Harry stood and looked at him
steadily; the suppressed passion was
making itself visible in the marquis
swollen eyes and in his thin, with |
ing lips OF himself Harry Herne |
thought nothing. If he could have !
got Lucille clear away from the man |
who held her in the laws of welded |
bondage; If he could have seen her |
freed from the marquis, he would |
have been satisfied to have foregone |
any vengeance that might be due |
to him on his own account, and he |
would have gone away feeling that |
he had done the best he could.
But the marquis passion had got |
the upper hand of him, and must |
run its course.
A servant entered, amazed at the |
furious ringing of the bell.
Send for a constable" said the |
marquis, sharply.
The footman stared at Harry side |
ways and went out, and the mar |
Quis paced up and down like IT,
ger, occasionally staring at Harry, |
who stood in the center of the room, |
with folded arms and motionless.
Penal servitude!" Kissed the mar
quis. Il will prosecute you to the |
last touch of the law! Penal serv- |
itudel And you may tell your story |
story of my wife's passion for you |
in open court, If you like; if you 90 |
not, I will! Penal servitude for you
shame for you! And then I'll di- |
vorce her. How many times have !
you and she met there in the woods !
my wo ds? You rufiian. You /
have been the bane of my lie! Al
sweep you from my path" and he
threw his nand out with a passion
ate gesture.
Harry said~not word. He was
trying hard to keep his seIf-possea- !