Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-05-09

some fifty PAGES by b perturbed
Waterman. We were embarked upon
q singular adventure, not unattended
by a certain danger. We were ungling
with a hundred approximations, occu-
pied with the vital necessity Of draw
ing the little spy after us-and that
was a strange moment for a q (and
an elderly painter man of no mark at
that to hear himself called what I
was called then in. a tremulous whis-
| per close to my ear. OF cours she
has denied it since. Nevertheless she
said it-twice. for / pretended not to
hear her the first time. / made no an
swer. for something in the word she
called me and in her seeming to mean
it made me choke up so that I could
not even whisper. But I made up my
mind that after that II this girl saw
Mr.. Earl Percy on his way back to
the inn before she wished him to go it
would be because he had killed me.
We were near the end of the lane
| when the neigh Of a horse sounded
! generously from the road beyond.
! Mr.. Percy came running up swiftly
and darted by us.
who's that?" he called loudly.
"Who's that in the cart yonderY
! set my lantern down close to the
wall, and a horse and cart drew up
on the road. 1t was Pere Baudry's
best horse. a stout gray. that would
easily make Trouville by daylight. A
woman's figure and a mans (the lat
ter that of Pere Baudry himself could
re made out dimly on the cart seat.
"Who is it. ! say?' shouted our X
cited friend. "What kind Of a game
dye think y're putin up on me here?"
A glance at the occupants satisfied
him. "Mrs. Harman!'' he yelled. Mrs.
Hartman! / knowed 1 was q fool to
come away without wakin' up Ra-
meau. But you haven't beat US yet"
He drove back into the lane, but
just inside its entrance I met him.
where are you going" l asked.
"Back to the Pigeon house in a hur-
~. There's devilment here. I want
Rameau!'
You're not going back" said l..
"The h I amt" said Mr.. Percy. II
give We two seconds t. git out O. my
Take yer hands offa mel"
I made ure Of my grip, not upon the
refulgent overcoat. for l feared he
might slip out Of that, but upon the
collars of his coat and waistcoat.
you long legged devil!" he yelled,
and l instantly received a series Of
conclusions upon the face and head
which put me in supreme doubt of my
'surroundiags. for seemed to- have
plunged eyes foremost into the Milky
Way. I was conscious of some n
screaming, and It seemed a %consoling
part of my delirium that the cheek Of
Miss Anne Elliott should be damned
tight against mine through n phase
of the explosion. I hung to him, as
Pere Baudry testifes, for a minute and
q half, which seems no inconsiderable
lapse of time to a person undergoing
ing me.
1t appeared to me that we were re-
volving in enormous circles In the
ether and I had long since given my
last gasp when there came a great
roaring wind in my ears and a range
OF mountains toppled upon us both.
We went to earth beneath it.
"Ha! You must create violence,
them. roared the avalanche.
The voice was the voice Of Keredec.
Some one pulled me from under
meath my struggling antagonist, and,
the power Of sight in a hazy, zigzag-
ging fashion coming back to me, I
perceived the figure Of Miss Anne Ell
lott recumbent beside me, her arms
about Mr.. Percy's PROSTATE body. The
extraordinary girl had fastened upon
him, too, though I had not known 1t,
and she had gone to ground with us,
but it is t. be said for Mr.. Earl Percy
that no blow Of his touched her, and
she was not hurt. Even In the final
extremities Of temper he had careful-
" 'discriminated in my favor.
Mrs. Hartman was bending over her
and as the girl sprang up lightly
threw her arms about her. For my
part, l rose more slowly, section by
section. wondering why I did not fall
apart, lips, nose and cheeks bleeding,
and I had a fear that I should need to
be led like a blind man through my
eyelids swelling shut. That was some
thing l earnestly desired should not
happen; but, whether it did OF did not
or Il the heavens fell, l meant to walk
back to Quesnay with Anne Elliott
that night, and, mangled, broken or
half dead, presenting whatever ap-
pearance Of the prize ring or the abat-
toir that I might: / intended to take
the same train for Paris on the NOR
row that she did.
For our days together were not at
n end. 0 was 1t hers MOI my desire
that they should be.
1t was Oliver Safren-as / like to
think Of him-who helped me to my
feet and wiped my face with his
handkerchief and when that one was
ruined brought others from his bag
ana &c --e:cds gladly re-
ceived in the seryico NJ his wifo