Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1912-04-19

thought not. In the hue and cry for
her these elements In the game would
fall to a minor place. Well be knew
N. Ferraud. he would call to heav-
en- for the safety Of Laura. Love her?
Yes. She was the one woman. But
men did not make captives Of women
and obtain their love. He knew the
futinty Of such coercion he had COM
mitted two or three scoundrelly acts,
but never would be or could be sink
to such q level. No. He meant no
harm at all. Brighten her. perhaps,
and terrorize the others. and mahap
take a kiss as be left her to the com.
ing Of her friends. Nothing more seri-
Gus than that.
Two millions in gold and silver and
English notes! He would have his re-
yenge for all these years of struggle
and failure. for the cold and callous
policies of state which had driven him
to this piece Of roguery. On their heads
be 1t. Two thousand In MarseilleS.
ready at his beck and call, a thousand
more in Avignon, In Lyons. in Dion,
and so on up to Paris, the Paris he
had cursed one night from under his
mansard. In a week he would have
them shaking in their boots. The I'M
employed, the idlers. thieves, his to
a man. II he saw his own death at
the end little he cared. He would
have one great moment, pay of the
score, France as well as Germany. lie
would at least live to see them bar
rying each others throat To de-
clare to France that he was only Ger
many's tool. put forward for the sole
purpose Of destroying peace in the
midst Of q great military crisis. He
had other papers. and the prying lit
tie Frenchman had never seen those
clever forgeries, bearing the signature
Of certain great German personages.
These should they find at the selected
moment. Let them rip one another's
threats. the dogs! Two million Of
francs-enough to purchase 100000
men.
"Ah. my great-grandsire. II spirit:
have eyes yours will see something
presently. And that poor little secre
agent thinks | want crown on my
head. There was a time Curse thesC
Internal headaches"
On, on; hurry, hurry. The driver wa!
faithful. a some time brigand and late
q harbor boatman, and Of all his con
federates this one was the only mai
he dared trust on an errand Of thi'
kind.
Evisa. They did not pause The.
ate their supper on the way. Wit
three Sandman donkeys, strong an,
patient little brutes. with lanterns an,
shovels and sacks, the two Jared int
the pines, AitOne was all familia
ground to the COrsican, who. in young
er days, had taken his illegal 1.-THE fror
these hills. They found the range 500
enough, but made dozen mistakes /
measurements. and it was long tOwar
midnight. when the oil Of the lanter
ran low, that their shovels bore dow
into the precious pocket The cart
few. They worked like madmen, wit
nervous energy and power Of will, an
when the chest finally came into sigh
rotten with age and the soak Of cart
they fell back against a tree. on th
verge Of collapse. The hair was dam
on their foreheads, their breath can
harshly, almost in sobs,
, Suddenly Breitmann fell upon b
knees and laughed Historically, plum
ed his blistered hands into the shinin
, heap 1t played through his fingers
little musical cascades. He rose.
, "Pietro, you have been faithful
: me. Put your two hands in there"
81, MASTER" stupehed.
, go on! Go on! AS much as yol
two hands can hold is yours. d
them in deep, man, dig them in deepr
With a cry PietrO dropped and bu
!, rowed into the gold and silver
dozen times he started to withdraw b
hands, but they trembled so that son
= Of the coins would slip and fall.
e last. with one desperate plunge, Il
: money running down toward his
= bows. he turned aside and let fall b
D burden on the new earth outside Il