Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1911-02-13
Continued from Saturday.

well, neither would l." Fitzgerald
added.
MY son, you are a man after mJ
own heart. I was furious for the mo-
ment to think hat he had outwitted
me the first move. l did not want him
to meet his confederates without my
eyes on him. And there O nave It,
It is not the money, which Is morally
his; It is his friends, his lying, mockng
friends" :
Are we fair to the admiralP He hss
set his heart on this thing"
And shall we spoil his pleasure
Let him find 1t out later"
DO you know Corsica?"
"As the palm OF my hand"
But the womenY"
They will never be In the danger
zone. No blood will be spilled, unless II
be mine. He has no love for me, and
am his only friend. save one"
Suppose this persecution of Ger
many's was only a blindP"
my admiration for o grows. Mr..
Fitzgerald. But I have dug too deeply
into that end of it not to be certain
that Germany has tossed this bombshell
into France without holding a string
to It. Did you know that Breitmann
had onco been hit by a spent bullet7
Here" pointing to the SIDE OF his head,
He ia always conscious OF what he
does but not of the force that makes
him do 1t. Do you understand me7
He is living in a dream, and I must
wake him"
The adventures were now ready &c
disembark. They ooh nothing but rugs
and handbags, for there would be nc
preening of fine feathers on hotel
verandas. With the exception of Hide
garde all were eager and excited. Her
breast was heavy with forebodidngs.
Who and what was this man Ferraud 2
One thing she knew; he was a menace
to the man she loved, aye, with every
throb of her heart and every thought
of her mind.
The admiral was like a boy starting
upon his first fishing excursion. To
him there existed nothing else in the
world beyond a chest of money hidden
somewhere in the pine forest of Atone.
He talked and laughed, pinched Laura's
ears, shook F~ltzgerald's shoulders, prod
ded Coldfeld and fused because the
motor wasn't sixty-horse power.
Father Laura asked suddenly,
where is Mr.. Breitmann?"
"Oh, 1 told him last night to go
ashore early. If he would, and arrange
for rooms at the Grand Hotel D'Ajac-
clio. He knows all about the place"
M. Ferraud turned an empty face
toward Fitzgerald. who laughed. The
gr-eat-grandson Of Napoleon, applying
for hotel accommodations, as a gentle
mans gentleman, and within a few
blocks of the house in which the self
same historic forebear was bornl 1t
had It's comic side.
Are there any brigands?" inquired
Mrs. Coldfeld. She was beginning to
doubt this EXPEDITION.
"Brigands? Plenty" said the admi-
RAIL-" but they are all hotel proprietors
these times, those that aren't conve-
niently buried. From here we go to
Carghese. where we spend the night,
Their on to Evisa. and another night.
The next morning we shall be on the
ground, Isn't that the itinerary, F1tz-
gerald7"
yes"
"And be sure to take an empty car
rage to carry canned food and bottled
water supplemented Cathewe. 1.-THE
native food is frightful. The first time
I took the journey L was ignorant.
Happily. it was in the autumn, when
the chestnuts we're ripe. Otherwise, I
should have starved"
And you spent a winter or spring
here, H~ildegarde2" said Mrs. Coldheld.