New-York tribune., 1910-09-25

"Of course, Mss" he said roughly, you
don't know what has happenedf
mo" she said, too greatly surprised 70
resent his strange manner.
"WelI." he growled, " somebody's been
nearly killed on your account, that's all
Somebody she repeated, and her hps
went white.
'Yes. YOU ought to guess well enough who
II is He and that rotten FTenChman fought
a duel this morning on the sands near CalaiS'
and Marigny as good as murdered him. -,
Dale's heart was sore against her as tne
cause of his masters plight; but even IN MS
own distress he was quick to see the SHRINK
ing terror in the girls eyes. 80,
Are you speaking of Mr.: FItzroy: she
demanded. Are you telling the truth?
nh for Heavens sake, man, tell me what
you mean!
II mean what say, Miss said he more
softly. Il have left him almost at deaths
door in hotel at Calais. That blanked
Frenchman-I beg your pardon, Miss, but l
can't contain myself when | think OF him
ran a sword through him this morning,
and would have killed him outright If he
hadn't been stopped by some other gentle
men. And now there he IS, lying IN the
hotel. with a doctor and nurse trying to
coax the life back into him, while had to
scurrv back here to tell his peoPlel
COME women might have shrieked and
- tainted; not 50 Cynthia. AT that instant
there was one thing to be done, and one only
She saw the open road, and took 1t without
faltering or thought as TO the future
when is the next train TO Calals' she
asked.
''At nine O'Clock tonight, Miss
"Oh, Heaven" she walled under her
breath.
Dale's voice grew even more sympathetic
"Was you thinking of going 10 him.
Miss" ne asked.
Would that l could fly there!" she
moaned.
He scratched the back of his ear; for 1t
was by such means that Dale sought 1nsp1ra-
ton. Dash it ALL" he cried " wish had
seen you half an hour earlier There IS
train that leaves Charing Cross at twenty
minutes past two. 1t goes by way OF FOlke-
Stone and Boulogne, and from BOulOgne one
can get easy to Calais. Anyhow, what S the
use of talkin'? 1t is too latei
CYNTHIA glanced at her watch 1t was
lust twenty-five minutes to three
How far is FOlkestone?" was the lmIne-
diate demand generated by her practical
American brain.
aSeventy-two miles" said the chauffeur,
who knew his roads out of London.
And what time does the boat leave9
A light irradiated his face, and he swore
volublv. I'VE can do it," he shouted BY
the Lord, we can do it, Are you game:
Camel The light that leaPed to her eyes
was sufficient answer He tore open the
door of the cab, roaring to the driver:
Round that corner to the r1ght-qu1ck
then into the news at the back
Within two minutes the Mercury was at
tracing the attention of the police as 1t
whirled through the traffic toward West
minister Bridge. Dales face was set like
blocl, of granite He had risked good deal
in leaving his master at the point OF death at
Calais: he was now risking more. far more,
in rushing back TO Calais again without hav-
ing discharged the duty that had dragged
him from that masters bedside But he
thought he had secured the best physician
London could bring to the sufferer aid, and
the belief sustained him in an action that
was almost heroic. He was simple minded
fellow. with marked taste for speed in both
animals and machinery; but he had hit on
one we'll defined trait in human nature when
s. - 4t,r.