The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1911-02-15

must &C" Peter Run answered.
am not afraid Of many things, but
should be afraid of disobeying this
letter"
They had a comfortable Journey
down, a cool, bright crossing, and
found their places duly reserved for
Brown, in her neat travelling clothes
her best, and she did all that was
companion. But Peter Run seemed
like a man who labors under some
sense of apprehension. He had faced
death more than once. during the last
few years-faced 1t without finching,
and with a certain cool disregard
which can only come from the highest
sort of courage. Yet he knew, when
he read over again in the train that
brief summons which he was on his
way to obey, that he had passed under
the shadow OF some new and indie
Unable fear He was perfectly well
aware, too, that both on the steamer
and on the French train he was care
fully Swallowed. This fact, however,
did not surprise him. He even went
out his way to enter into CONVEX
sation with one of the two men whose
furtive glances into their compartment
and whose constant proximity had first
attracted his attention. The man was
civil but vague. Nevertheless, when
they took their places in the dining
car, they found the two men at the
next table. Peter Ruff pointed them
out to his companion.
g. Double Fours !, /" he whispered.
Don't you feel like criminal?"
She laughed, and they took no more
notice Of the men But as the train
drew near Paris, he felt some return
of the depression which had troubled
him during the earlier part of the
day He felt sense of comfort In his
companions presence which was a
thing utterly strange to him. On the
other hand, he was conscious of a GER
tain regret that he had brought her
with him into an adventure Of which
he could not foresee the end.
The lights of Paris flashed around
them-the train was gradually slack
ening speed Peter Ruff, with sigh,
began to collect their belongings.
Violet" he said, 81 ought not to
have brought you"
Something In his Eolce puzzled her.
There had been very few times, dur.
ing all the years she had known him.
when she had been able to detect any.
thing approaching sentiment In his
tone-and those few times had been
when he had spoken OF another
woman.
Why not? she asked. eagerly.
,,NJ l.. az IL IL,
ness, through the glittering arc OF
lights. and perhaps for once he suf-
fered his fancy to build for him vi
sions Of things that were not OF earth
If so, however, 1t was a moment
which swiftly passed. His reply was
in sense as inatter-of-fact as his
usual speech.
Because" he said, Il do not OK.
/ actly see the end OF my present OK.
Z petition do not understand It's OBJ
! ject.
You havo some apprehension?
4 she asked.
! None at ALL" he answered. Why
4 should L? There Is an unwritten bar
gain" he added, a little more slowly
" WHICH suUSCTlDcQ Win Jul
friends here, and I have certainly kept
/ it. In fact, the balance is on my side
There is nothing for me to fear
The train crept into the Care du
] Nord, and they passed through the
usual routine Of the Customs House
Then, In an omnibus, they runbled
slowly over the cobb!estones, through
I the region Of barely lit streets and TN
I tidy cafes, down the Rue Lafayette
across the famous Square and into the
Rue de Rivoh.
Our movements" Peter Ruff re
marked dryly, are too well known fol
us to attempt to conceal them. We
may as well stop at one of the larg,
hotels It will be more cheerful fol
you while I am away"
I They engaged rooms at the Cont
mental. Miss Brown, whose apart
ments were in the wing of the hote
overlooking the gardens, assembled a
once TO her room. Peter Ruff, who hat
! chosen a small suite on the other side
went into the bar for whisky anf
soda. A man touched him on the el