Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1911-01-24

TUESDAY,,
1.-The latter's attitude, when found him
in the garden at Neuilly. was sure
that he had been witness to the
crime committed In the room next to
mine. Since that dreadful night, when
! the millionaire had destroyed my face.
neither Kingsley nor his silent ac-
complete Bambou, had ever spoken OF
the other Hindoo.
| had asked them both at different
times what had become OF Jim, and
the only answer received was q
smile or shrug Of the shoulder. It
seemed to me that these two brutes
OF different races had souls about as
primitive as the other.
! well, Jim, tell me what happened.
said. when / had got over my aston
ishment.
1 The Bengalese smiled He lifted his
two arms in the air, then let them fall
by his side, like a-goose when 1t maps
Its wings.
cts long story, too long he said
in his harsh voice.
That which was not long was the
millionaire's return. His glance was
furious. He laid heavy hand on
Jims shoulder, and said, angrfly.
| "Go back to your post and stay
there"
The man was already in the fore
castle, as the millionaire turned to me
and said dryly: @
What was that animal saying to
you "
'Ie had Just about time to say
good-day politely and cause me as
much establishment as though he had
dropped from the clouds, thought he
was dead! That evening when
why dead ?" said Kingsley. showing
as much surprise as the Hindoo HIM
self. What made you think he was
I dead? don't understand"
| Then he continued in his rambling
manner,
IT am too good. Jim is q bad servant.
ought to have sent him on that same
evening. I can't place any confidence
whatever in that man. I'll kill him II
he thwarts my plans now!"
"Your plans?"
''In six days you will know all. I'll
tell you then, and not before. BY the
bye, you don't look after that crazy
fellow closely enough. In the future
you will do me the pleasure OF not let
ting him out OF your sight He is very
valuable for what want to do with
him, and l am paying enough to IN
sure his presence when l want him
Are you going down? There is the
luncheon bell"
The second night was just as bad as
the first that I spent on board the
Touraine. AS soon as fell on to sleep
had one of the most awful night
mares! Jim's ghost fitted through my
dreams, and what was more agonizing,
the ghost of murdered Lucie We'll!
Early the next day, went in search
OF the Hindoo, in order to learn some
thing of what had happened since he
disappeared from the house in Neuilly.
I searched high and low for him. |
Thought explored every nook from the
bridge to the boiler-room, but Jim was
nowhere to be found.
that followed.
The voyage became irksome and dis
agreeable to me. Polydore was not one
to make 1t more cheerful. He never
spoke; he went about as though he
i were walking In his sleep. The million
aire scarcely left the card tables. He
had made acquaintance with some
Americans who were bridge friends. 30
/ passed my time leaning over the
ships rail with my back to the crowd,
contemplating the ever-moving yet
never-changing view Of q horizon with
out end, a clear sky, and blue-green
waters.
Our last night on board came; we
were to land in New York on the NOR
row. That night by the light of the
moon and the stars Witnessed most
unexpected scene!
It was midnight. was just drop
ping or to sleep, when the green cur
tain OF the stateroom occupied was
drawn along on it's rod by q trembling
hand! sat up in my berth and in the
. faint CLEAN of the night light saw my
son, Polydore.
He stood by my bed, pale and trem-
bling. In the dim light could see that
his face was twitching with nervous
spasms.' He was making an effort to
articulate some words, which he could
not force from his strangled throat.
1 "What do you want, POlydore?
j Then in voice that was rough and
commanding, he said.
I. Give me five louis!"
I With quick glance l measured the
I distance which separated my hand
from the washstand drawer, where
had placed my revolver. It was the In
stinctive moment Of defense against
an enraged animal which made me
stretch out my hand
"No, I am not mad. You cannot IN
i derstand, do not, either"
4 Then he repeated In harsh voice:
i "Give me Ave louis"
4 It was the same fierce information
that he must have used to his poor
mother. the same that he had used
later when he had asked me for the
money. But in this place and at this
moment there was no sense to It. no
plausible reason. As I looked az ms
haggard eyes and his livid face. felt
that my unfortunate son was not
feignine madness This was moment