Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1911-01-21
+ 'Hon1,ne Sans Figure
- tTHE MAN WITHOUT "A FACE
=Z BY ALBERT B0IsSIERE Z%=
Translated From The French BY FLORENCE Creme Jones
Copyright The Frank A. Munsey Company
BY ALBERT BOISSIERE

b Dy fIOTence ITeWe zones
n. Munsey Company
the great service that you have done
for us. God bless you! You have
lifted o load from our minds. Then
| YOU swear . shall never leave the
asylum"
Never, unless it Is your WISH"
CHAPTER XVI.
The Millionaire Makes An Unexpected
And so, after these most disturbing
events, began to acquire little
calm-a semblance of tranquility.
From this time on In the doctors home
1t would perhaps be possible to pass
some happy days. Thanks to the
millionaire, and in spite of him. l
should have the power to deceive all
to rest after my past torments, and to
enjoy my triumphs. Was not now,
as told the paper king, "the master
of the situation?"
Every day went to see Polydore in
his cell. From him did not fear any
opposition to my will. He was. pas
sive.
| AS to the doctor, he had lent him
self with good grace to what he called
my whim. He merely thought that |
was eccentric, and ioked me about my
odd protege. Needless to say, the
gratitude Of Marcadian and Evelyne
was extreme. They overwhelmed me
with kindness.
! Ignored the millionaire; no longer
reckoned him in the game. Had
/, been more cautious I should have
him not only agree to his recognized
sons marriage, but to desire it as
much as anyone. All, If had only
known how deep his scheme was
/ was happy to think that he knew
nothing Of Polydore. Polydore was safe
! in the asvlum, that at least was hid
den from him.
And so I began to form some fairer
hopes. for the future. When the doc
| to- ...41 Evelyne were married. would
be near them. and my life would flow
on contentedly, with the prestige of
my false identity and the gertrude Of
my incognito. l even arranged the fu-
| ture to suit my liking. with presump-
| ton which makes me now smile with
self pity. I had dismissed the past too
easily / had reckoned without my
host. l was calmly enjoying calm
which, alas! was not to be for long.
Kingsley came every day to Saint
Mande, and Marcadian called once a
week. Things went along smoothly.
One frosty morning when the
weather was clear and bright, we had
just finished our chocolate and Will
liam asked me to go for drive with
him. He had ordered frisky cab,
and an English dog cart from the livery
stables in the Rue de Paris. He In
| tended driving to Bry-sur-Marne to
see the little villa where the sculptor
Barrabas had lived. Marcadian had
given him the keys.
AS may be imagined, was not indif-
ferent to such an invitation. The
thought of seeing my little cottage
again filled me with strange emo
ton
"You know said the doctor. "that
the affair is as far from solution as
ever. The police despair of ever clear
ing the mystery. 1t is believed to have
been terrible accident, of which the
ensuing results were no less terrible
the suicide of the victims husband
and SON."
He touched the horse with the end
of the whip and we trotted of smartly
in the direction of Nogent.
"Poor little Evelyne," he said, In a
plying tone, "she is the real victim Of
that tragedy. am glad to think that
my love for her is not merely selfish
love, as mans love usually is. This
seems sort of duty and love com.
bined.'
"Such sentiments do you credit, WI
liam," replied, as | drew off my fur
gloves to refill my pipe. The sharp
frost pricked my fingers like needles,
and I siezed the occasion to talk of the
weather, so as to change the subject.
could not tell why, but felt a vague
unrest at Williams words.
I wanted to think, wanted that 81
lence which, coming upon us, makes
the smallest echo perceptible in the
depth of tortured soul.
We crossed LIE Perreux and reached
the Bry bridge.
It seemed to me at this instant that
/ had dual personality, and that
/ was going to visit an old friend
whom the village people called "The
King Of the Fools"
In turning the avenue on the left,
recognized old Tape a POeil, the
retired army officer. He was return
| ing from his morning constitutional,
and when we stopped before my little
house, with its closed shutters, looking
sad, and neglected under the withered
creepers, l could hear behind the
hedge Mother Care calling her chick
ems, as she threw handfuls of grain
about her gard.
/ felt how empty my heart was now,
The weak tears rose to my eyes, and
for moment l thought i should be-