Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1911-01-10
'Hon111e Sans Figure
- (THE MAN WITHOUT A FACE
# By ALBERT BoTssIERE #=
Translated From The French BY Florence Creme Jones
Copyright, The Frank A. Munsey Company
BY ALBERT BOISSiERE
Copyright The Frank A. Munsey Company


useless to push the matter any
farther should have come to see you
before about this, but my time has
been very much taken up with other
things Tell Mademoiselle that give
her back her freedom"
Tomorrow Mr.. Douglass Is going to
marry her.
But why? tell you. father, there
Settle some money on her. If that Is
what she wants and you wish to do
SO. but for Mr.. Douglass to marry ner
SO as to save me is absurd"
II heaved sigh Of relief. Thank
God. had escaped that girl! was
free from the millionaire; his ruse was
now useless. was free from that
indolent little creature, whose only
thought was to get large dowry.
The young doctor in the affectionate
greeting he had given me, had aston
ished Douglass, but soon, In another
way he was going to astonish Bar
rabas. Y
He turned to his father and said,
quietly:
Il must thank you now, father, for
the great service that you have rem
dered me in kidnapping Lucie and in
opposing union which most certainly
would not have brought me happiness.
I know that you intended to disinherit
me, which would not have worried me
at all. You know my absolute indiffer-
ence toward money. l thought really
cared for Lucie, and had 1t not been
for you hiding her from me should
probably think so now, but certain
things have occurred since which
show me my error
II congratulate you" chuckled
Kingsley, who, with his thumbs stuck
in the armholes of his waistcoat, lis
tened to his sons TRADE with evident
satisfaction
Don't congratulate me too quickly.
l love another woman"
"Eh! what's that?" cried the million
aire, jumping out of his chair.
Eyes" said the young man, calmly,
81 love another. She is beautiful girl
and this time you will have no reason
to object to my choice. She Is q
charming girl, and her soul and char
acter are as beautiful as her face. l
must tell you that have been visiting
continually for the last month at Law
y
niece. Evelyne Barrabas!"
The alienist did not notice the emo
ton that swept over me. Addison
mine.
The millionaire and looked at each
other with open, mouths. We re-
manned speechless. He was the first
to recover his self possession. He
shook himself and whistled his
amazement. Then he placed his two
hands on my shoulders, and, looking
full at me, said:
what dye think Of that, Charles,
my boy?"
Tit requires thinking over"
stammered.
The millionaire thought for mo-
ment Then suddenly picking up his
hat, said:
William, my sen will go with you
and call on Mr. Marcadian. He seemed
to have some game up his sleeve when
he came here. am curious to see your
fiancee. First it is little Paris mil
liner, Lucie We'll. Now 1t is the -daugh-
ter of murderer whom you offer me
for daughter-in-law-and you an
alienist!'
"Her father is innocent" protested
the young man warmly.
Kingsley shrugged his shoulders
without replying, then went into the
hall to get his cane.
The young doctor profited by his abb
sence to come to me quickly. He
grasped my two hands with warmth,
and said, in a low voice:
ooh! father, father, how happy | am
to have found you again. Alive! How
otter have l thought of yOu!"
1t seemed for the moment that the
blood left my veins as listened to
his strange and terrifying words. IL,
his father.