Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-02-13
CHAPTER XXX-Continued.
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Ambrose shook his head. 81 have not
seen him, or taken his money" he an
swered. "Is he over here? All. / can
guess. He is over here after Marcel
Worse than that" she answered. He
is watching Marcel. He is watching to
sec to whom Marcel appeals. He has not
forgotten the stranger who escaped from
the Place Noire that awful night"
Ambrose nodded thoughtfully. and his
eyes grew brighter. $50 Leblun is still
the TRAIL" he said. softly. 1T is
very well. 1t fits In with what 1 was go
ing to say to you
go on" she said Tell me what 1t
is
Ambrose looked at her steadfastly for
several moments. Christine was pale.
There were dark rings under her eyes
and her mouth dropped YEARLY. AS he
looked his own eyes grew soft
Christine" he said you have lost a
good deal of your youth in this sad city.
There were days. even after We had
started on the search, when you were
gay. when you danced for the love of it.
when the laughter was in your eyes and
the color In your cheeks. You are losing
your youth, Christine. In this cursed
city"
1T is not that" she answered. II am
afraid"
What off" ne demanded
1T is the shadow OF those awful days"
she answered. which seems to rest upon
us still. The coming of these men has
stirred up all the old horror. You know
what / fear. Ambrose. I am afraid OF
Leblun. I am afraid of Marcel. You
know why"
He is only your stepfather." Ambrose
muttered.
swered. He. too. has repented of those
DAYS. He too. sought to escape from the
memory of them. And now they are
tracking him down. They must not Am
brosc.k Oh. / mean it. They must not.
You are afraid" he asked. calmly.
''lest you lose your newly found wealth.
your beautiful clothes, your carriage
You are afraid lest you be driven out into
the streets. to plod once more by the side
OF the piano. to sing whho Chicot col
lects the pennies? Is that it."
No. she answered. ut is not only
that. I am not so altogether selfish. 1t
is for his sake, too
Listen" Ambrose said. The days OF
the street piano are over. 1t is smashed.
Its notes are dumb. l shall never strike
them aSt!1- l. too. have wealth. I can
Save even him
How" she exclaimed
Never mind" he answered. Don't
ask me too mary questions. You may
learn things which you will be sorry to
hear. There remain now only you. Mar
&c! and myself who could point 30 the
Leblun, There IA the man you seek!
say there remain only you, Marcel and
myself ! should have said there re-
mains only myself, for l can keep Mar
Gel silent"
You mean it," she exclaimed, breath
lessly.
Il mean It," no answered. Now will
20 little farther still. I will tell you.
Christine. that II rests with you alone"
With me?' she repeated.
1T Is for you to save him. or to hand
him over to Jacques Leblun,' Ambrose
declared. Look at me. ! am a poor,
unsightly mortal, yet you know that the
only days of happiness I have ever en-
joyed were when we uamped together
and sang for our living. Alone, Chicot
and / are miserable. whether we are rich
or poor. hungry or fed. Come back to
us. Christine. Your life shall be different
] promise you. / ask no more than tc
be your humble slave, your courier, your
faithful attendant You shall trave
where YOU will, how you will. / have