The Washington times., 1910-10-03
BY ALBERT BOTSSIERE
Translated from the French 6y Florence
C1-eJCe-- Jones.

such fatality. ne had taken the same
decision In death he would iOin his
parents, and he begged LAWYER Mar
cadian 10 look after his sister Evelvne.
II Is feared there has been a double
suicide. IN which case the mystery will
be shrouded forever.
So Polydore had done what 7 wished
him to do from the bottom Of my heart.
But had he made reparation2 At once
doubt assalled me. How did I know.
that his letter was sincere2 How could
De sure that he had done Justice
Yes. ! remembered his words perfectly.
My suicide would easily be attributed
20 the grief which the accident YOU
invented had cause me- I also remern-
bered that he added. But the suicide
that am disposed to commit, would
it~be a sufficient punishment for my
Crime?"
! threw the newspaper down and sat
with closed eyes, thinking. What retri-
button could he have nader There was
none that he could inlet that could be
in proportion 10 his terrible act.
The material point for me was not
whether POlydOre was dead or living.
The essential was that he must be
IKE ! was, as though he were dead
then he would be safe from police in
YestiSation. So long as neither POlv-
dOTe nor 7 could be found there was No
chance Of their discovering the truth
41tAL ~ Aupe lll1L EOlAuOEe IaNe would
! come about by sort Of miracle analO-
gcus u that which had brought me "a
the shelter where 1 was would be pure
madness
At this moment my host came in 20
see me. l pushed the newspaper under
the bed coverlet. over his arm, tailor
| fashion, he carried a lot OF clothing.
. which he placed on chair This morn
/ ing he took the role Of an attentive
valet His ewes shOne with JOY he
Z nN -fr-r~r Ira4 N.-Tl -
hand cordially TO me and said:
Noyons! Tell me. mon ami-this Is
between ourselyes-was il a crime or an
ACCIDENT"
my photograph. ! was at his mercy.
myself"
"Anons," he said. laughing. THE 30
| Ice won't get YOU yet You are Of In
estimable value to me. Yesterday l Of
! fered you 0o,0O0-S100, 900 for Marcadian
I 100000 for Charles Douglass. Today
would not let you go for double thai
sum 1 would not let Barrabas, the
sculptor, so fJ- 100000. You have moth.
/ ing to fear from me, my friend"
! He called ne his friend. l felt at ease
! All" he coltiRred, in a banterinc
tone, so you are not : lawyer; you are
an artist. ! said YOU were an odd IN
dividua; Look at those ridiculous full
trousers you weas- and that squasheL
hat and the La Valliere necktie. Here.
after you might show more taste IL
your dress, Douglass. a respectabit
/ American citizen would not dress Ike
! that"
He spread before me a complete sui
! OF clothes OF the newest cut. on TIT
| chair he had placed a modish hat,
white shirt and tan shoes
! ! jumped out Of bed.
I That's right; go and make your ablu
! tons. I'll smoke a cigar while I wait"
. / was soon dressed in my new outfit
| When I was ready Mr.. Kingsley loOket
/ hard at me for a moment, then said:
! Are you not a little short>sighted
Il am I replied. But my vanit.
| would neEer let me wear glasses"
= IT have thought of everything" h
said. TRY these and see the effect"
/ t!e opened a case and drew out a PAL
| OF gold-rimmed spectacles- He slippe,
+, the thin gold wires over my ears.
/ IT'S marvellous" he said, admiringly
! And then, in the bargain, you speal
| Now, luncheon is ready. and Made
mOiselle Lucie must be getting impa
J TENT
As I entered the dining room saw
| lovely girl, with bright, bold eyes. Sh
liant masses OF flowers She had ar
cloth with pretty taste of harmony
She turned round and greeted me wit
| a charming smile and bow.
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