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f1kEE men were 6fttlHS o.
one of the little tables out
side cafe on the Boulevard
DIES Italiens. One was pro-
lessor in the Sorbonne, one an artist
from the QUARTER Latin, and one
veritable gentilhomme from the FaI-
bourg st. Germain
What had brought them together
matters little. That they were friends
Is an incontsstable fact. That they
had been telling one another stories
those at the nsishboring tables could
well have testified, for the voices Of
all were raised above normal pitch.
their libations having caused them to
throw vocal restraint to the four willis
Of Paris. s
And now it is your turn. M dear
fellow" said the professor to the artist
Can you match my tale Of devotion
Il think so," said the artist, who, III
Fact, had been thinking more Of the
story he was to tell than Of the ona
TO which he was supposed to be listen
Ing. Eyes, have tale Of de> otion
that will bring the tears to my eyes
Wen / tell it."
@ LeI uS IlSSc lIs lily AIACAANs SAW 49,
gentilhomme. II would like to see
you cry. Here, waiter, more absinthe!'
I'm the year 1891" said the artist
tracing the figures with his finger In
some spilled absinthe, 'there were liv-
ing in opposite apartments on the MIG
des Batignolles a young clerk. Al
phonse Poissy, and a young woman
of perfect responsibility, named Heloise
Pericort.
"Alphonse was city born and city
bred, well meaning and honest, but not
Of type likely to. rise above its en-
vironment. Heloise had come from
Chatillon, little town near Bordeaux.
and there was something in the fresh
ness OF her country manners that ap-
pealed to the Partisan lad. Many times
they walked in the gardens of the
Luxembourg, or took the little steam
er up to Clarendon, and drank to
each others health in the harmless
red wine that one gets at the resorts
up the Seine. Nay, more, for AL
phonse asked Heloise II she would do
him the pleasure to become his wife:
and she replied that just as soon as he
could support her. she would ask
nothing better than to make him hap
py"
Positively, Henri, you talk exact
~ as feuilletonist writes" said the
professor. rs it not so, George?"
Don't interrupt, my dear friend;
and lower Your voice, that's good
fellow" said the gentilhomme.
Alphonse." continued the artist,
was clerk In the counting-rom of
ne Wrc'esa'4 silk house Of De Maup-
igny q i!orsdoeuvrs, at salary Of
fifty francs q week, but with good
prospect Of being advanced al lie be-
rinning Of the next year.
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monsieur and madame, for the beauti-
full infant and his bonnie. for monsieur
le chauffeur. It Is to be regretted Bit
terly that all have dined. but Nine
Stavordale may thank the saints for
the ruined bridge which compelled
them Unexpectedly to voyage to Belle
pavanne.
do you hear, Ned?" laughed Mrs.
stavordale. Everything Is all right.
after ALL"
Good" said stavordale, slowly dis
embarking.
Pulled with pride, Diard escorted
Glynn to a shed where the Mercedes
was to be housed. Glynn's employer
was left alone on the porch; in the ho-
tel behind him, his wife and Mime. An
gelique discussed arrangements for the
night
Stavordale. sat on the bench and
pulled off his gloves thoughtfully. He
| was a smooth-shaven clean cut fell
low of thirty. His features were long,
arched and sensitive, his eyebrows
arched, and heightened now by the
deep, perpendicular line that ran be-
tween them. So one might fancy that
the young Ton Quixote had looked, mac
the don graduated from Groton and
Harvard and inherited ample paternal
riches from the late Governor Stavor-
dale of one of the New England states.
Nine. Angelique careened to the
porch and suggested Hospitality bis
cult and wine, of the white or red.
THANK you not now" declined
Stavordale and brushed his shoes with
glove. do many Americans come
here. madame?' he asked idly.
ALIAS, no!'' cried the hostess.
Stavordales glove disturbed some
tinkling glass at his feet. Thrifty
Nine AngeliqIe sighted tie wrecksge
with adherence
Beast she exclaimed. He has
destroyed it,"
"Not t. protested stavordale.
"The drunken Scot, monsieur--the
drunken Scot with his crooked neck
of pig!"
"Ah?" remarked Stavordale politely.
"A guest here @"
Madame seized broom and swept
the glass.
"Of a truth, no." she said. "F'or a
month he has lived solitary, this drunk
en-, In the cooper's cottage next beyond
the shrine of st. john" and she mo-
toned along the road with her broom
Stavordale looked at his watch.
Have you telegraph or telephone
in Bellepavanne?" he inquired
"Only at the railroad, monsieur
seven miles away"
THANK you, madame. Good, night"
!, Good night" said Nine. Angelique.
II
Mrs. Stavordale, in pretty gray
dressing gown, Knocked gently on the
door of her husbands room and en-
tered. The apartment was on the low
er floor, and through the open window
drifted the vague fragrance. of flow
Pering shrubs.
az heard you walking up and down,
Ned" she began. II was afraid you
were. worrying again about that-that
political affair at home. You mustn't
worry, dear It's done with
ooh, yes" said Stavordale moodily.
Il know. The investigation at the
State Capitol is done with. The thiev-
ing lobby is cleared out The money
is accounted for
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ibid M. de Maupigny send the mis-
cradle Alphonse flowers, and tell him
not to grieve-that it could not have
been helped-that when ne came out
he should be partner? No, NJ. do
Maupigny was not that kind of man.
So far from thinking the affair trivial
he was furious at Alphonse's careless
ness.
"Heloise was not 50 harsh. She it
was who brought flowers 70 him, and
read him the news in La Presse. or
laughed with him over the innocent
pictures in LIE Rire, and told him to
hurry up and get out of the hospital
and they would be married at once.
L can get along on very little
she said, and you have come SO near
death that we must not waste any
more time
An Heloise!' said Alphonse. !
must spend my time looking for the
money. Every house In Paris shall
be searched when get well. 1t was a
Partisan who took the bills, and no
Partisan ever leaves Paris If he can
help it; therefore in Paris l will find
the money
/" That is delirium,' said nurse who
was passing.
:" Thank YOU said Heloise.
1.-THE thought that Heloise would
marry him, poor as he was, caused AL
phonse to recover rapidly, and in a
fortnight's time he reported at the
counting house of his employers. Md.
de Maupigny received his with black
looks.
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which spanned deep and rapid river.
Stavordale whirled abruptly on his heel
/ You're detective, aren't your" he
said "A detective hired by Senator
Brownell to shadow meg'
| Glynn Nodded.
We'll, congratulate you." avowed
Stavordale bitterly. "Just as your EN-
ployer thought would. led You m
Phelan!''
"Yes-by accident murmured Glvnn,
'What?" Stavordale said. "You
overheard us, then?"
OH, yes, adinieted the detective.
"And Twas In the bushes tonight under
the window OF Your bedroom in the
hotel. / heard that, too.
"A choice way Of earning a living"
said Stavordale. "A professional
shadow"
Glynn whistled, loosening with his
toe a large stone on the roadside.
you can make a good story out OF
this" pursued Stavordale. 1.-The Sen.
atOr will pay you we'll for the same
story which that poor wretch in the
cottage threatened to tell about me-
"Hold on, Mr.. Stavordale," advised
Glynn may be shadow, but I'm
no Phelan. A man that's straight and
white as you are can have me, you bet.
Brownell will get nothing but the truth
about this--and maybe not all OF that"
He dug at the stone with renewed in
dustry, as II to screen some embarrass-
ment. "The papers In the box here
he said, clearing his throat, have
something to do with John Stavordale.
as I saw. Now, why not give 'em to
Master Jack? That's his name, Why
not give these papers to your boy. for
the good of his name? 2"
stavordale laughed blsnkly. not from
amusement.
II got kid at home, same as yours.
sir" blurted Glynn.
mo-" said Stavordale, shaking his
head. you must turn the proof in
that box over to the authorities. It's
your duty. 1t would be my duty II
had it."
"oh, is that so?" growled the detsc-s
tive.
With the adept swiftness which ne
had shown in the cottage. Glynn stop
ed. damned the weightly stone at his /.
feet into the box, ran out on the bridge
and flung his burden into the river.
-"Let Brownell come and dive for IT,"
he said you'll find q shadow that
stays by you is a good thing yet. Mr..
IStavordale."
"
Lifted to his favorite seat in the au.
tomobile beside Glynn. little Jack must
needs kiss the chauffeur vigorous
good morning" Glynn blushed pro-
digiously; Eugene, the nurse. gissisd
with delight; and Mrs. StAvordals
sought to relieve the drivers scarlet
distress.
What is that procession coming
down the road. Glynn?" she asked
kindly
"A man hurt himself last mig
ma'am. answered Glynn. "They nr.,
carrying him this way"
Poor fellow!" exclaimed Mrs. Stav-
ordale can we do anything for him.
Ned ?"
..I',r or~nid rr,t =. "..ss-.''e'c "r-'.s'.
feeling the pressure of Glynns elbow.
Begging your pardon, ma'am, have
looked into It," Glynn said. AN old
milk woman found him at sunrise. His
name was-is Machines. ma,am. I'm
quite sure that there's nothing more
that can be done about him. Main
road, sir?"
Eyes," said St.vordale.
GlYnn put on the power. and the au-
toA,Nile flew down the highway.
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conscience has put you in trap, Mr.
Stavordale, esquire" he concluded. with
haunting, rancorous grim.
Stavordale involuntarily clenched his
first. Surely, he thought, such william
was better dead than living. Then the
wickedness of his hate made him flush
for shame. His face was misread by
Phelan's viperish eyes.
"Oho!. You've dropped, have your"
jeered Crookneck shrilly. you see
how I've got you, do you? Now. I'll
make you pay, and pay plenty. for
butting in here with your high sound :
ing sermons. Who'll believe that you
and your wife came here except to buy
me off. hey? You'll cough up for this,
you fool, or Tll-what? What's that r.
His frightened gaze was fixed on the
window behind Stavordale. Phelan
staggered UP, fumbling in the table,
drawer. In one hand he held a revolt
yer. with the other he CROPPED for sup
port Missing it, overturning the
candle, he dropped Imply. face down.
His pistol exploded beneath him. His
body muffled the shot. A heaving sob,
and it lay inert; and above It,. in the
dark, Stavordale stood like statue,
struck by wonder and dismay.
Nv
Gradually Stavordale became con-
scious Of third man in the cottage.
The man was crouched on the floor,
examining Phelan with busy fingers.
An electric torch flashed.
Who's there?" gasped Stavordale.
Keep quiet" warned Glynn's cool
voice. "Take that bed and go through
lit. Papers is what we're after-papers,
and marks of identity Nothing here,
anyway" He sprang like cat at the
trunk and unlocked it deftly.
Perhaps we can get-a-a DOCTOR"
faltered stavordale.
"Phelan killed himself" said Glynn.
"He was right on top Of his gun. Lucky,
too. III bet nobody heard 1t. But
we'd better jump, all the same"
Stavordale was amazed rather by
Glynn's dexterity than by the fact that
the chauffeur was giving orders to his
master. Glynn worked at the trunk
with the skill Of an expert craftsman
in bank vault.
Here's the baby" he continued
slipping the lid from tin box. Guess
that is all.
He searched the room with incredit-
ible thoroughness, ransacking every
thing and leaving no trace Of his labor.
The, torch darted about like an angry
freely. Finally Glynn locked the trunk.
replaced the key In Phelan's pocket
and motioned toward the door. Stavor-
dale obeyed mechanically, and Glynn
turned his light on the ground outside.
mo prints" he continued. Go
ahead. Keep to the middle among the
horse tracks."
But why?" objected Stavordale.
I'VE are not murderers.. Why
Glynn fnterposed.
I'VE can talk in the village" he said,
tapping the tin box under his arm i'm
patiently Quiet now!"
They plodded on. CHANGING over his
shoulder from time to time, Stavordale
saw that his companion was walking at
strange, shutting gait, without lift
ing his feet from the heavy dust.
I'll guarantee it'll take better than
these French muttonheads to trail u.s."
explained Glynn cheerfully. Looks
same, as a chair dragging behind q
v,a asaJa-w
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are named she adueO.
"All the guilty are either named, ne
amended, "or dead
StavordaIe turned to the window. Kate
went to him, laying her hand against
his arm, where he wore the black band
on his coat-sleeve.
Ned" she entreated, your fathers
bitterest enemies admit he was insult
lied by that stolen money. Senator
Brownell himself admits that the worst
he might have proved against the Gov
ernor was merely acquiescence, ana
even that wasn't actually proved"
"Acquiescence is guilt" said Stavor-
dale, 'and not proven is not a COM
Portable verdict"
But can we help it," commended his
wife. 1.-THE only mantle only wit
ness-who might be able, they say, TO
show Governor Stavordale's acqulesc-
ence in the fraud has disappeared. He
is being hidden from BrownelPs party.
II presume, by your fathers pol1t1cai
friends. Well, Ned, can we help it?"
He looked at her curiously.
Suppose he said, that l should
meet this Withstand know him? 2"
Know him, Ned? Why, you have
never"
"He might not know me-" said Stav-
ordale Il should know him. What.
then? I should be bound to bring him
to the authorities at home, to insist
upon his testimony to retrieve the
honor of our family. If failed to do
SO, I'd be as guilty as those who are
concealing him."
my dear, dutiful boy!" exclaimed
Mrs. Stavordale, and her eyes sOftened
with tender pride. "You are making
yourself i'll over a question which
doesn't exist, she said. You are
torturing yourself by asking-'What
shall do if see Wasn't his name
Phelan, Ned? He had some sort Of
nickname"
"Crookneck Phelan," muttered Sta
vordale.
We'll /" she resumed. you are NOR
bid-yes, absurdly morbid-with won
dering what you ought to do should
you see this Phelan. You are invent.
ing a shadow where there is none. The
next step will be to wonder whether
your duty is not to devote your life
and money to find the wretch"
The shrubbery rustled, and Stavor-
dale, reaching out Of the window, pick
ed leaf and tore it methodically.
"My duty is hardly that" he said;
"but the fear Of the shadow would
vanish If Phelan were found"
And for what good?" argued his
wife with growing earnestness. What
purpose would Phelsn's testimony
serve now? Not the purposes of the
law, for the guilty have been brought
to Justice. Only the purposes Of poll
tics. Only the political purposes of
Brownell would be served by discred-
iting Governor John Stoverdale. But
I'll tell you who would be the real suf-
ferers by any testimony of Phelans
against your dead fathers name.
Who, then?" put in Stavordale as
she paused, leaning toward him.
You and Jack and t. Kate said sim
ply. And we are innocent"
She parted Stavordales hair with
both her hands, kissed him affection
ately, and went out, speaking no more.
For minpte he stood where she had
left -. His lips moved.
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low named Phelan can queer the Stav-
ordale people by testifying." He thrust
his face forward through the blue
smoke. "Now," he went on, lis Stavor-
dales son had anything to say to Phe-
Ian he'd come to him careful and secret.
and not hurrahing in an auto with
party of DANES"
"As for that" said stavordale. this
meeting is altogether secret. MY
presence here Is unknown, except to
your"
"Ah!" grunted Phelan, and leaned
back again, putting ref1ectively
''Where'd you get the tip from, then, to
come to this hole? From Jake Crosby.
II reckon. Well. between the two OF
you. you've got to raise my ante. or
I'll flop and make a dicker with
Brownell as sure as a gun, for to go
over to him and testify about the Gov
|ernor. Brownell will pay more to me
for talking than Jake and you are pay
hing me, now to shut up and hide my
self in this God -forsaken country"
Watt" Stavordale commanded. Il
have nothing to do with Crosby or the
|rascals to whom my unfortunate father
was tied by politics. I am acting SOLE
ly for myself-for my conscience"
Your what?" said Phelan.
my conscience" reiterated Stavor-
dale. II have found you by accident,
not by design: but now that I've found
you, can't he silent and honest, too.
It's the duty of any citizen of my State
to force you to the witness-stand. It's
my duty, even though my name is Sta
ordale-especially because my name
lis Stavordale shall turn you over to
the authorities.
The others bloated features worked
as IL an extra weight had been hung
on his dropping chin. He stared
blankly, but only for second; and
then. taking out penknife, he began
to trim the end of his cigar.
You're nice, loyal specimen of q
son, amt you?" he sneered.
Tam loyal to my ideal of honesty"
said Stavordale. Whatever my father
did or failed to do, men shall know that
the Stavordale blood is honest now.
sha'n't leave you, Phelan, until you are
In charge of an American CONSUL"
PhelAn closed the knife with snap.
"All right" he chuckled maliciously.
MY story will keep the much-rakers
at home working overtime, I'll tell you
that"
II understand sighed Stavordale.
But know this-you can prove moth
ing against my father, except
Your father TO blazes!" broke In
Phelan. beating his open palm on the
table tits you I'll fix! Yes. you,
with your preaching about duty and
honestly! How will your honesty stand
when l tell how you hunted me up
over here in France, and how you tried
to buy me off, and how you didn't Of
fer me enough, and SO blabbed of my
own accord? Who's going to believe
that you met me by accident, one
chance in a billion, or that you forced
me home to testify against your own
father? Which is the likelier story
mine OF yours? You're just such q
fool as would fix this interview, as you
say you have, without witnesses or no.
tice to anybody. It's me against you!
Well, which story will folks believe
mine. or yours?' The scoundreps
vehsaA,nce made his lose lips wet, and
he Ssoss them triumphantly with an
nnnlA>1 handk1rchiaf raalxinx Of chaan
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ed. remember that! ACQuleScenCe Is
guilt. AS my father did, 50 shall not
II"
"A travelling clock sounded family the
hour of ten. Stavordale extinguished
the lamp and stole down the corridor
and to the porch. Across the deserted
street the tiny spark of cigarette
shone on the, glazed vizor Of an auto
mobile cap.
"Glynn!" said stavordale very soft
ly.
Except for the two men, the village
was lifeless as mountain graveyard.
Thought. I'd camp in the machine,
SIR" volunteered Glynn. Had my
tires cut once, sir, in a place of this
so, IT,
Stavordale liked his chauffeur. He
had secured Glynn month ago at an
English agency.
II may have to PIN to the railroad
to might, Glynn," he remarked. BE
ready with the car until come back.
Say nothing. I'm off for little walk
to take the kinks out of my knees"
"Very good, sir"
Glynn touched his cap and vanished.
Stavordale followed the road, as Nine.
Angelique had indicated it, to the
shrine of st. John and the cooper's cot
tage The thick dust deadened his
football, the vast shadow Of the night
enveloped his reso1ute figure.
III
Beyond the wayside shrine the road
dipped to bare plain, and, SO far as
Stavordale could make out, the thatch-
ed hut was neighborless. BY candle
flame at the single window he saw the
crook necked man sitting beside q
table. The door gave readily.
"How do you do, Mr.. Phelan?" he
said.
The mans response was odd. With
almost continuous movement, he
raised his head, lowered 1t, and pushed
back from the table. opening drawer
as he did so.
you've made mistake, my friend"
said he who is it you want? My
names Machines"
"And mine is Stavordale."
Phelan Numbered to his feet and
stood wavering his bestial countenance
close above the candle.
II don't know who you are!" he
snarled. You can't play any monkey
business here"
That's all right. Mr.. Phelan," said
IStavordale "This is no monkey bust
ness"
+ His whole being, physical and spir-
itual, was revolted by this creature, as
it might have been by reptile or by
noxious odor. 1t was with sense of
relief that Stavordale shifted his eyes
to survey hastily the narrow room.
with It's bedstead and trunk and paltry
furnishings. When his glance return
led, he was surprised to see Phelan
proffering cigars with an air markedly
affable.
well, take seat and smoke. any
how" was his invitation. You'll have
to excuse me, old man. This French
liquor is the devil"
Stavordale sat down with HIS back
to the door and window, and Phelan
blew cloud Of tobacco smoke.
you see you've got to show me-" he
limited cunningly. you give me a
name / don't answer to, and I don't
know you from heap Of brick. But
I've read the nawsnaners, and I'm an
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Copyright The Frank A. Munssy Co
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~ HREE men were sitting at
one of the little tables out
side a cafe on the Boulevard
Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1911-11-08
w.skIv RuIIatin ~ per year.
TO MAKE cigars
OF KONA Weed

As result of the splendid pros
poets of the Kona Tobacco Company,
n separate company, the Keokea Cigar
Company was formed yesterday ia
handle the product of the tobacco
plantation at Kona and to make Gig
airs. A factory will be built at Kona
Articles of incorporation were filed
yesterday afternoon.
The organization Is joint stock
company with capitalization ol
$4,000, the holders of stock being the
following: j. l.. Daniels, $1,000; =. j.
Daniels, $500; w. Plotenhauer. $500:
w. r. Castle, $500 George Rodiek
$500; J. +. Hamburg, $500; c. q
owen, $500; J. =. Curtis, $500: Kona
Tobacco Company, $500. The officers
elected are as follows: y. J. Daniels
president; w. Il. Castle, vice prcsi'
dent; George Rodick, treasurer; Gin
ton G, owen, secretary,
Six thousand pounds OF the 1910
crop, which Manager Daniels of the
Kona Tobacco Company Is preparing
to sell, has been purchased and will
be made into cigars.
Eventually It Is hoped that the fac
tory will have an output of a million
cigars per anntm. trH
Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1911-11-08
BOARD PASSES
Water scheme

A special meeting Of the land board
was held yesterday afternoon to deal
with the license to he issued in re-
gard to the tunneling of the Waia-
hole range for the purpose of carry
ing water through to this side of the
island. The details of the license
were published in the Bulletin
yesterday afternoon.
The successful bidder will he re-
Quired to put up n deposit Of 100000
at the time of the bid as "A guarantee
that he will enter into the agreement
within certain period and later
when the agreement Is entered into
cash deposit Of $4,000 viii be re-
Guired to ensure the carrying ont ol
the work.
w. Pfotenhauer has applied for the
license.