The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1911-08-03

the wall LOT support, Sui WIN tAoSS
large eyes fixed upon Kelvin. Across
the width of the room he gazed into
them and saw die there every last
lingering trace, from every corner OF
her heart, of the love and affection
that had for many years been a part
of its fiber. She sank fainting to the
floor. Two or three ran to revive her,
but Lillian was not among them.
In the midst OF that confusion Henry
Breed found his voice. You shan't
have itp' he cried. "You shan't have
my money. III resist to the last ditch.
You can't get into the vault. I'll hire
a million assassins to kill you. IL
was to be emperor! I was to be en-
peror" bis face was scarlet, and
there were hecks of foam upon his
lips.
His granddaughter put her hand
upon his shoulder. Never mind,
grandfather" she said contemptuously.
Remember that it's all in the family"
She gided up to the desk before
Phillip. my emperor, salute you"
she said, smiling up at him, and from
his desk she picked up the dagger.
Here it is, your salisman that twice
threatened your life. Do you remem-
Der how once, holding its point up like
this, you declared that in this sign you
would conquer2 It represented then,
as 1t does now, the tips Of ten thou
sand glittering sword points, Of a mil
lion glittering bayonets. / believed in
you then, as / do now, and declared
that 1, too. would reign. In this sign
we conQuerP' and with a hysterical
laugh she raised the dagger aloft.
Kelvin looked down upon her in sud
den fury. He had not forgiven her
for enticing him to the forgetfulness
of his great principle that to acquire
success he must have no entangle-
ments with women; he had not for
given her his entrapment into mar
rage avowal: he had not forgiven her
the death OF that love which he had
seen die out of Elsie Whites eyes.
For some time to come" said he
with quiet suppression, II expect to
reign alone"
''Then, your majesty" she said to
him mockingly, II have only to ask
you that you guarantee me safe exit
from the palace"
His face flushed at this first trace Of
ridicule to be heaped upon his preten-
sions to royalty, but his voice was
grave and even enough as he strove to
establish dignity. You have my word
for that" said he.
'Then," she cried as she sprang
back from his desk toward the door
that was still open, II shall keep this
little souvenir until have chance to
present it to you again." and she
thrust the dagger into her belt. "DO
you know what 1 am going to dor l
am about to turn revolutionist: l am
about to become the Jeanne dare Of
America; I am about to join George
Blagg's army and finance it and lead
itr' And with q shrill laugh she swept
out of the door.
There was a moment Of paralyzed
silence, and then through the corridor
they heard her voice, loud and clear
and wild, singing the "Marseillaise."
She swept out through the entrance
and down between the ranks of those
bronzed mountaineer soldiers. March
ing with martial tread, she sang the
song Of blood clear through their
ranks. The news of its singing flashed
along wires and across pulsating, cleo
trified spaces. In every city in the
United States that mighty, rousing
song was caught up, and the land Vi