Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1909-02-13

than / thought, and deal more crooked"
Listen the other said hurriedly. "I
didn'< like to do this, but there wasn't
any way out of it. I've got lot on my
MAD this morning, and you complicated
matters. 1t may be that I'm saving your
life. The mountain yonder looks as if
he were about to blow his brains out
and l couldn't be interrupted until I got
certain ladies safely aboard here from the
town. As for the fascinating person you
call Stembridge, he may be my guest. and
he may not. I'll see you about that later
on. He's been square as a plumb-line to
me. You're a good man, Crusoe. and
Breen is. too. Your lines are different,
that's all. You'll get your five thousand
that l promised to-day. Just sit tight.
and call for anything you want. Well
be good friends yet. Captain
Negley, have Mr.. Crusoe quartered pleas
antly 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 a sprint
to Fort de France"
Constable hurried down the ladder, and
an instant later was again in the launch,
which was aimed at the low-hanging pail
back of which lay the tortured city. 1t
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
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
floor. 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 filled with a 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 life he had become cold like this,
some trait Of his breed equipping him
with an outward calm. when the issue Of
the moment was won or lost, but lifted
from his hands.
What is the latest difficulty, please2
Il would rather not discuss the mat
ter, Mr.. Constable"
May ] speak with Miss Stapsbury2"
II was not given 10 the mother 10 ac-
cede or refuse, for the door behind her
was opened and the girl stood Ia the aper-
ture her anguished eyes intent upon him.
Il returned 10 announce that every
thing Is ready be said quietly, and your
mother tells me that you are not going"
NO, Ne are not going she repeated
in a lifeless voice
"la IL TOO much for me 10 ask Whyf'
She did not answer al once, but seemed
trying 20 penetrate his brain with her
eyes. Then, you have not seen the Now
York papersf' she said You may hage
this. The Others are below
shs handed him fhe front page Ut q
daily Journal. dated three weeks before
liia oNn name MAS there, and not Ia
honor. When NJ looked w from tle pa
peg the door nas shut Constable went
below
"Nbefe y a. Nally he duly lnquir.
Al VI ihe maid servant
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