The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-05-08

But how To the right Of them were
more iron gates. partltioning other spaces
before other private rooms; to the left
front Of them the halustradc. and after Il
came drop OF some twenty feet Into the
street.
WAS It a voman?" the girl asked sud
aSgiy;; aYs!.;,
Then" She replied "an you have to
do Is TO take her in TO supper. While YOU
are there you must make her believe that
YOU went into the chevalcr's room and
found II empty. | can manage the rest.
You will see me seated at a table ncar
YOU almost as soon as YOU are there. Go
now.
Bobby Belew stood aghast before the
mingled simplicity OF the plan and the
dupncity of the woman. whom. even at
this moment, he knew he loved.
Yes" he said graveIy. II Will do
that"
No" she cried vchementiy. you will
do nothing for me unless"
"tnless-" he echoed, and sharply he
plain
lie bent and kissed her hand
The following morning Miss Coombes
proceeded with an air or confidence To
the room of MademoIsene de Bar(lki
"Mademosele,' she began, my cousin
has sent me to ask you If you will come
The Russian girl hesstated,
II was 10 say" Alice went on. Chat he
knew YOU would come because of-or last
night"
II will come" she decided
''Ee has taken the boat down the lake
and we arc to Join him. You won't mind
the walk" Alice answered.
The two set out together took the
track through the wood and followed IT
| until they came opposite "A rarely-used
| landing stage. II was separated from the
! nigh road by vineyards which rose on ter"
Z n.sE.E a
the length OF planl;s did Marsha de Bard
III see who was 10 row them
She stopped-half turned; Alice, behind
her, walked steadily forward.
"Mademolselle.' - apoloEized the Chcva
lier de Portales. Tor II was he who rose
up in the boat. II am but sorry suhsti-
| tute, | am afraid. but our dear friend,
Monsieur Bellcw. has asked me to row
YOU out To the island. lie has been de-
tained-ohiciat papers. ! Understandable
he will join us for lunch.
Before she replied the girls eve swept
the landscape. MOI creature was on tho
road only a very old man was pruning
/ the vines a few feet above their heads.
Get in: please, roademoiselle,' the
Alice, Will you steer?
In another minute they We're seated
Marshas lips were pressed tightly to-
2ethcr. The cheValer rowcd marvellous
stroke Tor an old man. AS The boat
| skinned over the surface Of the water its
occupants were strangely silent. Once
a steamer. plying from Village to village
along the lake, puffed past them, Mad
emolselle de Bardki raised her hand. A lice
put up her own hand and laid her firm
fingers OF those of the Russian.
Don't" she said. sharply.
The Frenchman leaned forward.
- think. mademoiscle YOU must not
do thaC again lIc rnnlnrkcd plea sanity
They came 10 the island. the boat wa
fastened TO ring In The wall: the chev-
aler. still with. noticeable agility for
threescore and ten. sprang our.
owe await our friend here" he an
nounccd. Permit me. mademoiseile ="
and he offered his hand.
Nov. mademoisele. please" said the
Franchman, persIstently.
AS soon as Marsha found herself on
the little square of land. she went 10 the
low wall and looked over
"Tbe lake Is very deep about here II
suave voice at her elbow observed
She turned and faced the cheyalicr.
What are YOU going to do with me >"
she demanded.
'Ah. so YOU guessed. I am going 10
leave YOU here" Monsieur dc Portales
explained
'T'ntil when?''
"Untn the messenger / am sending 10
them has got twelve hours start. unless
you--'
Unless what?''
Unless YOU rcnouDGe ~o'ir own jour
ney."