Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-02-19

hand and caught hold of an evening
paper.
Read for yourself he said. 1T is
all there. They kept it dark until this
morning. 1t was in all the II O'Clock
editions.
Hannaway read with little thrill. II
was as Ambrose had said.
what else was there for him to do?
Ambrose continued: He had many years
of his sentence still to serve and he had
murdered Pierre. There was no escape
for him. He was a man of evil temper.
and he was half mad with the desire for
money, crazed with it. Four million
francs We're missing he went on, -four
million francs. gathered together by that
little band of thieves. waiting to be di-
vided. Marcel had hidden the money. Lie
risked everything in coming here to
search for it. And when he came it was
gone. Some one cleverer than he had
been before him. You look at me. Gil
bert Hannaway. You look al me as
though you would ask question. Bah.
What does 1t matter? For four years
bank in France, accommodating slowly and
surely for her. 1t was in her name.
never meant to touch it. I never should
have touched it. But she left me. Then
nothing mattered. | determined at last
to make 1t the means to win her back.
AS you know. I failed. Where is she
now? Do you know that
Hannaway nodded. II think she is with
her stepfather." he said.
''She went there willingly?"
''Of course" HannaWay answered.
After all. he has been very good to her.
He was penniless himself when he fed.
but as soon as the money came he set
lawyers to try to find her
He was not overanxious,:' Ambrose
muttered. "There was time l know of
when he fed from England to escape
from her.
1T was from the past he wanted to es-
cape. not from her." Hannaway an
swered. with her came you. and per-
him. 1 am sorry for him. He has made
IL splendid reformation only to be hunted
down by that brute Leblun."
Drake raised his glass and drank slow
and die he said. setting his empty tum-
bier down. 1--WE are but cattle after all.
The Marquis of Ellingham will spend to-
night or tomorrow night in a prison cell
half a dozen more may find it terrible
enough. For the rest. it will be but
thrilling little episode in their morning
paper. We must learn to regard these
things as others do. They are tribes
aaway said. "She feels somehow that
it is her own fault. Certainly. it is
through her that they have tracked him
down.
What does she care for him?" Am
of heart. In month she will have for
gotten"
Hannaway shook his head. Christine
has changed" he said. Il thought her
heartless myself. / do not think SO now.
believe she would give everything she
possesses to save him.
Ambrose called to the waiter. More
drinks" he said. More brandy. 1 have
fresh food for thought here. l must
drink with it. Brandy and hot water.
The bottle! GOod!'
He helped himself with steady fingers.
Once more the fierce content stole into
his face. After ALL he muttered. I'VE
beat about the bars Of our lives. What
am I, poor brOken-limbed creature, the
sport of boys in the street. the object of
pity to passers-by? Who am
I. to look for life as you others. to crave
for happiness? Even in the days when l
was satisfied and content, because she
was near and because she depended
upon me- even then underneath it all
there was the black cloud. She was not
happy. She was miserable all the time.
Disconnected. hating her
coarse clothes, hating her simple food.
Sometimes I realized it. Sometimes l
could have cursed whatever power gave
me body like this and a brain to realize
what I was losing in life
He drew Chicot from his pocket. Chi
cot sat up and blinked, looking inQuiring-