Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1911-02-15

toontinued Fro-. YESTERDAY,

The bitterness In his face died for q
space. "Hildogarde, I'm not worth It.
Forget me as some bad dream; for that
ia all I am or ever shall be. Marry
Cathewe; I'm not blind. He will make
you Happy. / ave made my bed. OF
rather certain statesmen have, and
must lie in It. II l had known
know now" with regret, this would
not have been. But I distrusted every
one, myself. too"
She understood. Karl, had you told
me all in the first place I should have
given you tina diagram without ques-
ton, gladly"
We'll, l am sorry. l have been a
beast. Have we not always been SUCH.
from thesirst of us down 10 me? For
get mel"
And with that he left her standing
by the side OF her chair and walked
swiftly toward the hotel. When next
she realized or sensed anything she
was lying on her bed, her eyes dry and
wide open. And she did not go down
to dinner, nor did she answer the va
rious calls on her door.
Night rolled over the world. with u
cool breeze driving under her million
planets. The lights in the hotel lick
cred out one by ono. and In the third
corridor, where the Adventures were
housed, only a wick, floating IN a tum-
bier of oil, burned dimly.
Fitzgerald had waited In the shadow
for nearly an hour, and he was growing
restless and tired. All day long no
had been obsessed with h conviction
that II Breitmann ever made a start
Il would be some time that night. Dis
tinctly he heard the light rattle of a
carriage. It stopped outside the gar
dens. He pressed closer against the
wall. The door to Breitmann's room
opened gently and the man himself
stepped out cautiously.
so" began Fitzgerald lightly, your
majesty goes forth tonight2"
But he o~verreached himself. Brett
mann whirled, and all the hate in his
breast went 'nto his arm as he struck.
Fitzgerald threw up his guard, but
not soon enough. The blow hit him
full on the side of the head n top
pied him over; and as the back of his
head bumped the floor, the world came
to an md. When he regained his
senses his mead was pillowed on a
woman's knees and the scared white
face of a woman ben over his.
What's happenedY" he whispered.
There were a thousand wcks where
there had been one. n these went
round and round In a circle. Presently
the effect wore away, and he rocog-
nized Laura. Then he remembered.
by Georgel"
what is TT" she cried. the bands
of terror about her heart loosening.
"As a hero I'm a picture" he an
swered. why, I had an idea that
Breitmann was off tonight to dig up
the treasure himself. Gone! And only
one blow struck, and I in front of III"
"Breitmann2" exclaimed Laura She
caught her dressing-gown closer bou
her throat.
Yes. The temptation was too great.
How did you get here?" He ought to
have struggled to his feet at once, but
1t was very comfortable to feel her
breath upon her forehead.
II heard a fall and then some one
running. Are you badly hurt7"
The anguish In her voice was as
music to his ears.
Obey, that's all. Better tell your
father Immediately. No, no; I car get
up alone. I'm all right. Fine rescuer
of princesses, eh?" with an unsteady
laugh.
You might have been killed."
Scarcely that. / tried to talk like
they do in stories, with this result. The
maxim Is, always strike first and Ques-
ton afterward. You warn your father
quietly while I hunt up Ferraud and
Cathewe."
Seeing that he was really uninjured.