Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1910-07-01
THE AIberf Care MJsferY''
By LouTS Tracy ~ ~ ~ cayr9rfO4 by R. r Fmoe Co


straw hat and eagerly tore OF her
gloves. The Frenohwoman saw that
N of her own sex. English, and con-
s%eauently mad, desired to screen her
appearance from too inquisitive eyes.
1t was sufficient for her that there
should be a spice of in the
request With one hand she pocketed
the sovereign; with the other she diycd
into a recess beneath the counter and
produced the very article Edith
wanted.
But certainly, mademoiselle,' she
cried. See. 1t viii cover you to the
waist
Edith advanced another pace into the
darkest corner Of the shop. quickly ar
| ranged the shawl over her head and
shoulders, and, hastily murmuring her
thanks, rushed forth into h street
again, leaving hat and gloves behind
in her haste.
The fruit-seller was far too wise a
woman to call after the other and APP
prise her of the loss.
1T must be serious, this adventure"
she unused. And yet the novelists say
that the English are cold! For me.
now, I think hat women arc very
much alike all over the world"
And with this bit of Provencal phil
osophy she picked up the discarded
articles and discovered, to her joy.
that they must be worth at least ten
francs.
'Thirty-five francs for an old shawl
is a good nights work." she muir
INJURED. WHO could dream OF such
fortune at this hour? Tomorrow I
will buy a candle and place It in the
church of Notre Dame de la Garde."
Meanwhile Edith was just IN time to
see Mile. Beaucaire either abandon
her search or resolve it in some man
ner, for the lady once more resumed
her progress towards the old harbour,
in whose placid bosom could be seen
the reflections Of numberless lights
from the small promontory beyond.
crowned with the Fort St Nicholas
n the Chateau du Phare.
Looking neither right nor left, but
Fastening EDWARDS with rapid strides,
mademoiselle crossed the rough pave
ment of the Quai de la Fraternite,
bearing away ~6iagonally towards the
left.
But II the F-renchwoman was u good
walker, Edith Talbot was a better one.
n now that she no longer feared no
tice-for she draped the large shawl as
elegantly about her shoulders as any
in Marseilles-she decided to
adopt a little strategy. Instead Of
keeping directly behind mademoiselle
she broke into a run under the shadow
of the houses. By thus making up
ground she approached the narrow
street towards which the French
woman was heading almost simulta-
neously with her quarry, but appar-
emily from an opposite direction. The
aspect of the thoroughfare through
which the two women sped was for
bidding in THE extreme. The houses
were many stories in height. OF disre-
putable appearance, and so Gloss Co
| gether on both sides that, yer cfhar
| conditions equal, an active man might
easily spring from one room into an
other across the street.
The walls appeared TO be honey
combed with doors and windows, while
an indescribable number OF shutters,
balconies, projecting poles and Clothes
lines created such a medley In the dark
ness, which was only made visible by a
solitary bracket lamp. that Edith felt
some anxiety as to whether or not she
would be able TO recognize the house
into which mademoiseile disappeared,
should her destination be close at hand.
There were OF course. many other
people in the street beside themselves.
else Edith's seif-imposed piece OF es-
| pionage would have been rendered difa-
cult. If not impossible.
Men, women and children Iounged
| about the doorwsys and kept up a con-