The Washington times., 1912-12-27
THE TiMBs DAILY SERIAL STORY
TheRADIJJM TERRORS
Prince HohenhotY and the Duchess Of
By Albert Dorrington
tcspyrishs, is3. Frank 4. Aunssy Compasy,

Prince Hchenhon and the Duchess OF
Tsarks Interrupted with a gust Of
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sSsra isousi % 0ssaisr sii "ss so no. S'sis .i.i
q criminal Degenerate. Tomorrow. ii
Nine. Messonier desires further proof
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sin.tIons A. for The heavy feS.
sharEsd BY the Institute over which
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them or retire from our. profession.
We are not dealing IN ointmcnte or
cheap cheap sslyes;" he affirmed WITH q
tSs eossess os kno%a SSt .;.m.nta sS sae""
beatrice made no response. Her
fortunes Of T:arka. No one else had
ySso Sagp sp Moved nss u III: sss !.e.t IS, yet ss
tears. His manner. wes certainly
strange. and In his pitiful little story
she detected something Of her own.
inouyiti settled himself IN o chair
titude. Tsarka'S one hope lay in
closed on the Msrister -Hohenhoff feeI
ne would escape With Pepio to America
He talked -voiubiy to Beatrice. is-
noring the nery-eyed boy artist who
sat In Horubu's chair The newspa-
pers were beginning already. to com:
,VSa:'i of Fnes tSs %RFoysS sd
tsndsnt produced On evening Journal
from the rack in the hall. Holdin z
parsSrsp6 exuitinsly.
Here are evidences Of your CROWNS
fame. my dear pupil. See where your
name shines at the head Of the social
esnssry. That l. very Ssstsrins. :. is III Il
notr" he cried. observing the hsishten.
ing color on her cheek. And this!" ne
went on. indicating another paragraph:
The Latest Miracle in Radio-A -Ac-
tive 0urgery-Triumph Of the New
nier Restores the Hopsiessly Blind.
Beatrice &c could .,o., not suppress o.. -. wild
connection with her recent successful
Tsarka has quoted was . high-toned
publication and severely conservative
by the next mail We shall bs de.
French, German, italian. The name
Aessonier h shcil ring throughout the
Tsarka paced the study conscious that
his weIi-timed appeal TO her vanity had
neutralised the effects Of Inouyiti's de-
nouement. She was reading the paper.
her beautiful features silhouetted in
the the nr.s s%p breath s q si praise.
Inouyiti watched her also. and the
tragedy Of his own defeat put . new
Only . week ago. madame. a leading
Another said that my work rivaled
Corot's. Today l am hiding from the
police. I have warned you. Beware OF
Tsarka's nets: or he may haul you to
"Do not heed him." whispered Tsarka.
He will sleep after you are gone. poor
boy"
beatrice wa. now convinced Of Inou.
yiti's partial insanity. Her mind was
for long the bitter outpourings Of dis
appointed genius She felt how unjust
It would be to. waste her energies In
proving Tsarka's honesty Of purpose.
sien. asn oona" I.t aifsord M t Rsn.,cS prove his
allegations: she would return to the in
stitute to complete the cure Of Prince
HohenhoH and the other victims OF
lnouyitr: aborisinal impulse. -
Tsarka escorted her to the station. i'm
pressing her. as they walked along the
quiet streets. Of the need Of continued
STUDY. - ..vs,, ,..
pupil. In the teeth Of calumny and dis:
aster. Be sure that our enemies will
not allow US a clear field unt1 we have
%smGI,'Ssd %nrpi WSr.,!! their ancient theories
The train bore her to the city. and he
returned by e circuitous route to the
horribly. every column OF shadow con-
eealed the form Of . police officer
round in sweat Of fear. expecting the
hand Of Renwick to close on his wrist
He gained the house. Precipitation
with his muffler and great coat.
Entering the study. he drank little
wine TO steady his tottering limbs
Hi. head nodded droxsily: , ,h!r iips
tor fell, gobiin-iike. across the penal.
More wine.. satuma. and then to
bed!" Tsarka thrust the empty decanter
But this mad boy and Horubu,
down-stairs in the laboratory" the ser.
"Horubu Is not we'll. DO not go near
the laboratory. He is comfortable for
the present. He Is heavy to carry up
stairs
Inouyiti's eyes shone through the
nimbus of gathering sleep.
"Horubu? l did not think he had re-
turned" He struggled to an upright
position.
Peace. child OF Jehannum. Let me
think. Your tongue has done enough
work. The gods may split 1t yet"
A limp inertia had succeeded the
Young artists passionate declarations.
Fear besotten OF his rashness stole up
on him. Without sound or gesture he
sat IN the blg-backed chair until Sat-
una returned with the wine. Then he
lay back and watched Tsarka's process
OF nerve rehabilitations.
A yellow powder was dropped into
the decanter. and the wine became In
stantly alive with curious meteor like
bubbles that flashed and exploded their
crimson youts OF scarlet into the pur-
pie wine.
Tsarka drank greedily from the de-
canter. as though unable to control his
aching thirst. Flushed under the eyes,
but steadier OF hand and limb. he sank
| contentedly into a chair opposite the
| qusiiing boy artist.
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