Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1911-01-12
] Hon1n1e Sans Figure
- (THE MAN WITHOUT A FACE
# By 1LBERT 6ozsszERE =#
Translated From The French by Florence Creme Jones
Copyright, The Frank A. Munsey Company
BY ALBERT BOISSLERE

If nature won't help US, we must nelp
nature. You will see"
The Indian came into the room with
the basin he had gone to fetch. Kings.
ley undid the two packages that he had
brought from Paris. The first contained
phial. He emptied the contents in
the bowl. The second contained some
antiseptic wadding and some ONT.
ment.
MY look of horror was still fixed
upon him. did not yet understand
could not understand. dared not un.
derstand.
"You don't yet know what am 60
ing to do. Do you, yes or no, want your
daughter Evelyne to marry my son!
Will you or will you not be rich hence
forth? Do you want to be worth score
of millions of dollars? Do you prefer
to again become Barrabas and sleep
tomorrow in murderer's cell, casting
| dishonor on your name, on your son
and on your daughter? Choose!"
My eyelids did not move.
s'But there!" he continued II don't
give you the right to choose. know
that am going to work out deep
plan, and from which nothing on this
earth will make me swerve.''
"Bambou, give me the bowl and the
brush, quickly" he said. Hold his
head in a hand-vise by the ears so that
he will not make us do anything fool
ish. Yes, like that. But be careful. Put
you knee on his chest"
! thought was going mad. With all
his weight the servant knelt on my de-
fenseless body, and saw above me his
dark. sinister face and somber eyes.
felt his steel fingers pierce the flesh
behind my ears.
| With cautious hand Kingsley lifted
the brush to my face
Its sulphuric acid" he explained !;
that's ALL Now let us imagine that
you have Tilted Lucie We'll on the eve
Of her wedding day and she takes her
revenge in this way-a way that many
women have done before. Would you
make so much fuss about it? You
would not have the time, it is true, but
if, she did it, it would be far more dan.
gerous. / am going to perform the op-
GRAFTON with great care. 1t is for your
own good, | tell you. Don't move! We
will only do what is necessary. Your
eyes are protected by the spectacles
should my hand tremble."
My eyes still remained fixed on his
face.
1T is bad moment" he continued
''but it is only moment Now, now
Barrabas, courage. Be man! Think OF
Evelyne! Think Of the millions that
will be your fortune!"
Mad. I was gaing mad with impo.
tent rage. Addison Kingsley, the mil.
lionaire paper king. was going to des.
troy my face with vitriol!
A slash of fire stroked my forehead !!
thought that my brain was going to
burst! Ny eyes seemed to jump out OF
their sockets!
The brush attacked my cheeks. A
rush of foam filled my mouth. 1t
seemed that my tongue swelled in.
stantly to twice its size. Under my pal
ate 1T seemed to have become as large
as my entire body. It was in my tongue
that all my excruciating sensations
met together in horrible mad strug.
gle. have not the powers of descrip.
ton that the reporter who for the love
of his profession, submitted to the tor.
lures Of hanging, had. All that can
say is that at the third stroke of the
brush from the hand of my impossible
torturer | could bear no more. A wave
Of fire seemed to rush madly over my
face. Behind it seemed to see Eyelyne
coming toward me-and then the rest
was blank