The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1910-06-17

condemned me to fortunes. What 1 am
you made me-
The two walked slowly down ths
corridor. Motioning to Larry and Bet
ty to await his return Johnny followed
in their wake. Through the main
building and across to the south room
wing they went, stopping in what was
evidently the old mans sitting room.
There the discussion broke out afresh.
Il hate you, I say A thousand
times more" repeated the old man.
Unfilial son! But / have outwitted
you! My cohorts. my good black ne
groes, any one Of them worth q thor
sand such sons as you, have found out
your secret castle. the gate to those
bonanza fields where the diamonds lie
so closely bedded together that q nee
dlepoint could not separate them. Ism
free of You now. forever, free: do you
understand? That wealth that your
mother and young aunt SO long de-
MED me is mine, mine and Cerisse's s.
All, there is devotion for you. devotion
for you! She is a girl after my own
heart! What vim! What nerve! What
daring! My Cerisse! No chicken
nerved fool like you, and you, my son!
Bah! Now that have the path to tho
mines, now that need him no longer,
Hackleye may go. and his children
with him If he wishes. They are but
poor offspring for my beautiful daugh-
ter to own. Small wonder she never
loved them. Nor him either. Her heart
has long been with one man, and now
with all this new wealth she shall have
him. Money buys anything! Diamonds
are money! Cerisse shall be rid of this
Hackleye. I hate him. tool"
Another figure stepped out Of the
darkness. Johnny recognized the early
morning visitor he had trailed from
the Desterle home into the Flanders
mansion. months before
Don't believe that for a moment,
this man rasped. You blithering old
fool you! Cerisse is dead! Do you
hear! She's dead! Dead!"
The old man dropped his staff and
fell back into the arms of LIE Malheu-
reux, who led him to seat near by.
''Hackleye, Hackleye!" walled the
old man, you didn't-you didn't. You
didn't kill herr"
Hackleye pulled roll of newspaper
clippings from his pocket and dangled
them before the old mans eyes, and
spread them out on the table before
him. With quivering lips the stricken
man read, punctuating each sentence
with a moan. He saw the headlines
only, then flung the papers from him
and tried to reach Hackleye with his
staff
And you. you" he malevolently
called to LIE Malheureux, why did you
not prevent it?"
How could II" answered LIE NAL
heureux, land why should I? You
know what Cerisse was, father. A MUIR
deress at heart, and my own sister. My
mothers daughter"
Yes, and mine," snarled the old man.
Where are those brats Of Hackleye' )!
I'll kill themy-kill them, I tell you'll"
LIE Malheureux rang sharply on a
bell. Benoni entered from the hall, and
together they bore the old man from
the room. Hackleye gathered up the
clippings and with darkening brow
paused before the portrait of the two
children that hung on the wall before
him. Opposite was a life size painting
of the mother. and his wife-radiant
smiling as she had been in her early
girlhood, and when she had listened
to the ardent love making OF her fu-
ture husband.
AS the man looked the frown van
ished. A breeze stealing in from the
window swayed the portrait forward
on the wall. With outstretched hands
and lips apart the girl in the pictura
seemed to move towards the weary
man, to offer him the roses she held IN
her hands. The dim lights completed
the illusion. Hackleye sprang forward
to embrace the girl in the picture. soft
words upon his lips.
Sweetheart, sweetheart" he cried
you've come back to me. know It,
and you'll never go again, will you,
dear? Just my girl again. just mine.
He had touched the canvas now and
it's clammy surface woke him from his
dream. Hurting it back against the
wall, Hackleye snatched a jeweled
knife from the table, and slashed the
canvas into finest fringe.
And all for love of woman" quoth
Johnny to himself, as Hackleye un-
seeing rushed down the corridor in A
blind rage and almost knocked hin,
over.
Ito be continued.)