Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1911-02-22
Al Splendid Hazard *

headforemost into the thick white dust.
Presently, nay almost instantly. the
dust at the left side of the stricken
man became a creeping blackness. The
surgeon sprang forward.
"Deao2" asked Picard.
mol! through the shoulder. He has
a lighting chance"
THE wine last night; my hand wasn't
steady enough. Some day the fool will
curse me as a poor shot h devil
take the business! Not a sou for my
pocket, out of all the trouble have
had. But for the want OF a clear head
l should be a rich mar today. Who
thought he would come back?"
81 did," answered M. Ferraud.
YOU"
with pleasure! 1 brought him back;
thank me for your empty pockets,
monsieur. If 1 were you I should not
land at Marseilles. Try Livarno, by all
means, LivGrno."
For this?" asked Picard, with a jerk
of his head toward Breitmann, who
was being carefully lifted onto the
carriage seat.
mo, for certain letters you have not
sent to the DUAL d'Orsay. You COM
prehend7"
What do you mesn7" truculently,
for Picard was not in a kindly mood
this morning.
But the little Bayard Of the DUAL
laughed. Shall I explain here, Mon
sieur? Be wise. Go to Italy. all of
you. This time you o~verreached. Mon
sieur lie Due. Your ballet-dancers must
waltz" And with ARE insolence, M.
Ferraud showed his back to his audi
ence, climbed to the seat by the driver
and bade him return slowly to the
Grand Hotel.
Hildegarde refused to see anyone but
NJ. Ferraud. Hour after hour she sat
by the bed of the injured man. Know
ing that in all probability he would
live, she was happy for the first time
In years. He needed her; alone,
broken, wrecked among his dreams, he
needed her. He had recovered on
seriousness almost at once. and his first
words were a curse on the man who
had aimed so badly. He could talk but
little, but he declared that he would
rip the bandages If they did not prop
his pillows so he could see the bay.
The second time he woke he saw Hide
garde. She smiled brokenly. but he
turned his head aside.
Has the yacht one yeti"
mo"
When will it sail?"
Tomorrow" Her heart swelled with
bitter pain. The woman he loved would
be on that yacht. But toward Laura
h held nothing but kindness tinged
with a wondering envy. Was not she,
~aildegarde, as beautiful? Had Laura
more talents than she, more accom-
plishments? Alas, yes; one! She had
had the unconscious power of making
this man love her.
To and fro she waved the fan. For
a while, at any rate, ne would be hers.
And when NJ. Ferraud said that the
wished to say farewell, she de-
clined. She could look non of them
in the face again, nor did she care.
She was sorry for Cathewe. His life
would be as broken as hers; but a
man has the world under his feet,
of action, changes to soothe his
hurt: a woman has little else but her
needle.
All through the day and all through
the night she remained on guard; sur
rendering her vigil only to M. Ferraud.
with cold cloths she kept down the
fever, wiping the hot face and hands.
He would pull through, the surgeon
said. but he would have his nurse to
There was something about
man the doctor did not under
stand; he acted as If he did not care
to live.