The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1910-12-16

On the road. lie win not return to tine
Inn. We 60 toto Trouville. See thai
no one knows that we have gone unit
tomorrow. II possible. ! shall leave
fees for the servants with you. Gc
now. prepare your bill and bring II t
me at once | shall write you where
to send our trunks. Quick. And you
friend, will you help us? For we need
itw
Anything i'm the world"
go to Pere Rnndry. Have him
put the least tired OF his three horses
to his fghtest cart and wait In the
road beyond the cottage. Stand In the
road yourself while that Is being done.
Oliver will come that way. Detain
him. / will join you there"
strobe to the door and out to the
gallery. was Halfway down the
steps before saw that Oliver Saffren
was already in the courtyard, coming
toward me from the archway with !,
light and buoyant step.
He looked up. waving his hat to me.
his face lighted with a happiness most
remarkable and brighter even than the
strong midsummer sunshine Ginning
over him. Dressed ia white AZ IT, WAS
and with the air OF victory he wore.
he might have been ut that moment y
figure from some marble triumph.
youthful. conquering. crowned with
the laurel.
But entering from the road, upon
the trail of Saffren and still i'm the
to see the discordant fneries and
Ratchet face of the ex-pedestrian and
tourist, my antagonist Of the forest.
l had opened my mouth to call a
warning.
Hurry" was the word l would have
said. but it stopped at 'hur." The
second syllable was never uttered.
There came a violent outcry, raucous
and shrill as the wall OF captured
hen. and out Of the passage across the
courtyard floundered a woman fantas-
tically dressed In green and gold.
She was abundantly fat, double
chinned. coarse. greasy. smeared with
blue pencilings. carmine. enamel and
rouge.
At the scream Saffren turned. She
made straight at him. crying wildly:
"Enfln. Mon mari. mon mari-c'est
moi! Cest ia femme, mon caeur!'
She threw herself upon him. her
arms about his neck, with a tropical
ferocity THAT was a very paroxysm OF
triumph.
"Embrasse moi. Larrabi! Embrasse
moir' she cried.
Mortified. outraged. his eyes blazing,
he flung her or with a violence sur
passing her own and with lOathing TN
Speakable. She screamed that he was
killing her, calling him husband" and
tried to fasten herself upon him again.
But he leaped backward beyond the
reach Of her clutching hands and,
turning. plunged to the steps and
staggered up them. the woman follow
ing.
From above me leaned the stricken
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under the arm and half lifted him to
the gallery. while she strove TO hold
him by the knees.
20 Godv' gasped Sarrren. els this
the woman
The giant swung him across the gal.
lery and into the open door with one
great sweep Of the arm. strobe I'm after
him and closed and bolted the door.
The woman fell In heap at the foot
Of the steps. urtering cracked simula-
tioL of the cry of a broken heart.
''Nnme of name of God" she
walled. After all these years! And
my husband strikes me"'
Then it was that what had been In
my mind as monstrous suspicion be-
came certainty. for recognized the
woman. She was Mariana-la bella
Mariana Ia Mursiana.
liz had ever known Larrabee Har-
man: IL. instead of the two strange
glimpseS ! had caught OF him, had
been familiar with his gesture. walk.
intonation: even perhaps If had ever
heard his voice. the truth might have
come to inc long ago.
Larrabee Harman.
"Oliver SnfFren" was Larrabee Har.
man!