The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1911-01-14

tole, an exultant light leaping to his
eyes. See. there they are Now l
know. You saw Colonel Moreau when
he started for that meeting this morn
ing. You saw him when Tom Randall
has meeting this morning. You saw
him when Tom Randall has give him
that pistol of his fathers to go and
kill-who? But one man-Cameo Kir-
by" he cried, leveling his arm at the
startled Aaron
And, as further proof were need
ed, evidence which proved beyond a
doubt the sinister identity of the un-
welcome guest, Group entered with a
note, which he handed to NJ. Veaudry.
Man on horseback ride all de way
from de city wifi it," he explained.
Hastily scanning it, the young creole
handed it in silence to Mr.. Randall.
and the latter reud:
I have one more clew to run down, but
I shall follow this within the hour.
hear runor that Colonel Moreau took
the journey with YOU this morning. II
this is true, secure his portmanteau, and
II he is still at the plantation do not al
INV 1lAul u lQll tno place llll / come.
Use any means to prevent his leaving.
Do not hesitate at force. Colonel Moreau
was murdered this morning by Cameo
Kirby. TOM RANDALL
Aaron gravely returned the letter to
his companion, and for a long moment
lhe two men looked ut each other in
silence. Then NJ. Veaudry quietly
placed the paper in his pocket, turned
on his heel and strobe from the room,
Mr.. Randall obediently following. AT
last they had arrived at a complete I'M
dersianding regarding the identity and
disposition of the troublesome guest
who boldly masqueradcd under the
name of Colonel Morenu That no
words had been necessary testified to
the sinister character Of the resolve
upon which they had nutely deter.
mined.
From the balcony Lnrkin Bunce
chewing impaticntly on his cheroot
waited for Adele to leave the drawing
room. 1t was imperative that he
should have a final word with Kirby
Escaping from the music room before
the others, he had been III time to
catch Il glimpse of Aaron Randall's
face as the latter followed M. Veaudry,
and the sight had not been comfort
ing one, the old gambler feeling assur-
ed that something untownrd had hap
pened. 1t would not have surprised
him if their respective Identities had
at last been discovered.
II knowed we'd get it If we stayed"
he commented gloomily. II wonder if
this means it's come" glowering at
Aarons retreating back.
And yet, looking through the win
dow, he discerned Kirby seated at the
card table negllgcntly toying with the
pasteboards and frittering away the
time with Adele as If secure in the
peace and happiness Of his own home.
Such Indifference was maddcning, in-
explicablc, and the old gambler, with
final iinprecation, decided that the
moment Adele had gone he would con-
vey last warning to his partner, and
If it was still unheedcd he would then
think of his own safety and, however
difficult it would prove. leave Kirby
to the fate he deserved.
Meanwhile that gentleman was calm
ly pursuing his dialogue with Adele.
you ask me if l am sorry did not
CO.. he was saying. Miss Randall,
what is man who acts against all
the reason be has?"
Sometimes he is hero" she re.
piled, STEADILY meeting his eyes.
"And sometimes he's q fool" he add
ed grimly. "Things come so suddenly
sometimes that you can hardly get
your breath quick enough to tell what
to do. Yet" he added musingly, "you