The Black Hills union and western stock review. [volume] (Rapid City, S.D.) 1904-19??, 1911-01-13
CHAPTER TX.

You must have been dreadfully
6xclt III" remarked Old 1abare,
Less than l am at this moment
Fifteen preparatory days of mental
torture exhausts ones emotions.
answered the question | saw upon his
lips. Sir said l, you do not know
me; but that is OF little consequence.
l come to you, charged with very
grave, a very sad mission, which
touches the honor OF the name you
bear Without doubt he did not be-
lieve me, for, in an impertinent tone,
he asked me, Shall you be long? l
answered, simply, Yes"
Pray" interrupted old Tabaret,
now become very attentive, do not
omit a Single retail; it may be very
important, you understand
"The viscount," continued Noel,
appeared very much put out. The
fact is, he explained, 4 had already
disposed of my time. This is the hour
at which I call on the young lady to
whom / am engaged, Madenoisella
d'Arlange. Can we not postpone this
Conversations
81 answered the viscount, that an
explanation would admit OF no de-
lay; and, as | saw him prepare to dis
miss me, drew from my pocket the
counts correspondence, and present.
ed one the letters to him. On recog-
nizing his fathers Handwriting he be-
came more tactable, declaring him
self at my service, and asked per-
mission to write a word OF apology
to the lady by whom he was expected.
Having hastily written The noe, he
handed it to his valet. and ordered
him to send it at once to Madame
d'Arlange. He then asked me to pass
into the next room, which was his
library
''Cne word" interrupted the CID fell
low; was he troubled on seeing the
letters?"
Not the least in the world. After
carefully closing the door, he pointed
to a chair, seated himself, and SAID,
A>oNs oA1 Shphol1l y Jul oCAl.E i llu ia u
time to prepare myself for this in
terview while waiting in the ante
room. had decided to go straight to
the point. SIR said l, my mission
is painful. The facts / am about to
reveal to you are incredible. | beg
you, DO not answer ME until you have
read the letters l have here. l be-
seech you, above all, to keep calm
He looked at me with an air of ex-
IRENE surprise, and answered, Speak!
l can hear ALL stood up, and said,
Sir, I must inform you that you are
not the legitimate son OF M. de Com
marin, as this correspondence will
prove to you. The legitimate son
exists: and he it is who sends me.
kept my eyes on his while speaking
and saw there passing CLEAN OF
fury. For a moment thought he
was about to spring at my throat. He
soon recovered himself. The letters,
said he. in short tone. I handed
them to him."
Howl cried old Tabaret, 'these
letters. the true ones? How impru-
dent"
"And why?''
IF he had don't know, but
the old fellow hesitated.
Tho barrister laid his hand upon
his friends shoulder
Il was there said he. in a hollow
tone; "and promise YOU the letters
were in no danger
Noel's features assumed such an
expression of ferocity that the old fel-
low was almost afraid. and recoiled
instinctively.
"Ho would have killed him.
thought he.
"That which I have done for you
this evening, my friend,'' continued
The barrister, II did for the viscount
/ obyiated. at least for the moment
the necessity OF reading all OF those