Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1910-06-23

CHAPTER K.
LLOYD AND ALICE.
Poor child! She tried so hard to
speak naturally, but her emotion be-
trayed her.
"Ah, I see!" he cried, eying her
steadily. "She did not give you her adj
dress and you are trying to get it from
me. Do you v e know her name?"
"No," confessed Alice shamefacedly.
"Forgive me. II wanted to help
you"
"By making me do a dishonorable
thingT"
Don't look at me like that. I would
not have you do a dishonorable thing,
butt
"Who told you to ask me these ques-
tions?"
IN. Coquenil."
"What! The detective?"
eyes. He believes you innocent,
Lloyd, and he's going to prove it."
II hope he does, but-tell him to
leave this woman alone" Nothing
would prevail on the young man to re-
veal the woman's name.
The guard came forward to warn
them that the time vas nearly up;
they had three minutes more.
Cali right" nodded Lloyd, and as he
turned to Alice she saw tears in his
eyes. cts tough, but never mind.
You've made a man Of me, little one,
and I'll prove it. I used to have a sort
of religion, and then I lost it, and now
I've got it again-a new religion and a
new creed. It's short and easy to say,
but it's all I need, and it's going to
keep me game through this whole rot
ten business. Want to hear my creed:
You know it already, darling, for you
taught it to me Here it is: 4 believe
in Alice That's all; that's enough.
Let me kiss you"
"Lloyd," she whispered as he bent
toward her, cant you trust me with
that woman's name?"
He drew back and looked at her half
reproachfully, and her cheeks flushed,
She would not have him think that she
could bargain for her lips, and, throw
ing her arms about him, she murmur-
ed: "Kiss me; kiss me as much as you
like. I am yours. yours"
The guards gruff voice came be.
tween them.
zone moment" Kittredge said, and
then to the clinging girl, "Why do you
ask that woman's name when you
know it already?"
Wild eyed she faced him and shook
her head. Il don't know her name.
don't want to know it."
"You don't know her manner" he re.
peated, and even in the tumult Of their
last farewell her frank and honest
denial fingered in his mind.
She did not know the woman's name,
Back in his lonely cell Kittredge pom
dered this, and, reaching for his little
volume Of De Musset, his treasured
pocket companion that the jailer had
let him keep, he opened it at the fly
leaves. She did not know this WON
ans name! And wonderingly he read
on the white page the words and the
name written by Alice herself, scrawl
ingly, but distinctly, the day before IL
the garden of Notre Dame.
Coquenil was neither surprised mol
disappointed at the meager results Of
Alice's visit to the prison. 1t had moi
been entirely vain since he had learned
that Kittredge might have used bis
left hand in firing a pistol and thai
he did not suffer with govt or rheuma
tism. This last point was Of extreme
Importance.
And the detective was speedily pu'
in excellent humor by news awaiting
him at the Palais de Justice Monday
morning that the man sent to Londol
to trace the burned photograph ant
the five pound notes had already me
with success and had telegraphed tina
the notes in question had been ISSUED
to Addison Wilmott, whose bankers
were Munroe &. Co., Rue Scribe.
Quick inquiries revealed the fact tina
Addison Wilmott was a well know
New Yorker living in Paris, q man o
leisure. He and his dashing wifi
lived in a private hotel on the Avenu'
Kleber, where they led a gay exist
ence in the smartest and most spec
tacular circle Of the American colony
He was dull, good natured and
little fat. She was q beautiful woman
with extraordinary charm and q 1.-THE
girlish figure. He was supposed 7