The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1912-12-04

'1 thank you profoundly. And may
say. also, that this wonderful pic
ture--" here he spread eloquent hands
toward the haif-quiescent city whose
thousand eyes glimmered over the
lower distance-"this panorama Of oc-
cidental life. makes a peculiar appeal
to the imagination p
The springs Of emotion, touched 20
tently as they mad been by the surg
ing recollections Of the last halfhour,
we're family stirred again in Miss Red
mond's heart by the strangers gran
eloquent words. Unconsciously her
features relaxed, though she did not
reply.
Again pray mademoiselle to par
don me, bSt only moment past I
heard the song-the song that might
be the sigh of all the daughters of
Italy. All, Mademoiselle, II is won
derfuli But here in this so fresh
country, this youthful boisterous, too
prosperous country, that song Is like
--like-like Arabian spices in kitch-
en-. Is 1t not sol"
Miss Redmond was moving up the
steps toward the entrance, hesitatipg
between the desire to snub her inter.
locutor and to avoid the appearance
of fright. The man, meanwhile,
moved easily beside her, courteously
distant, discourteously insistent in
his prattle. But the mntorcar was
now not far away.
The stranger looked appealingly at
her, seemingly sure of humorous an
swering look to his pleasantly. 1t
was not wholly denied. She yielded
to touch of amusement with cool
smile, and FASTENED her steps. The
man kept pace without effort. Luck
lily. the car stood only few feet away,
with Renaud, or rather Hand, at the
curb, holding open the door. A vague
bow and lifting of the hat, and APP
parently the stranger went the other
way. She felt foolish relief, and at
the same instant noted with surprise
that the cover of her car had been
raised.
why did you raise the top?"
ut appeared to me, Mademoiselle,
that it was likely to rain"
Put 1t down again. It will not
rain," Miss Redmond was saying,
when, from sidelong eyes, she saw
that the stranger had not turned in
the other direction, after ALL but was
almost in her tracks, as though he
were stalking game. With foot on
the step she said sharply, but in low
voice. ITO the Plaza quickly" then
Immediately added, with a character
istic practical turn: But don't get
yourself arrested for speeding"
mo, Mademoiselle, with this car l
can make" Even as the chauffeur
replied, Miss Redmond's sharpened
senses detected a passage of glances
between him and the stranger, now
close behind her.
She spralg into the tonneau and
seized the door, but not before the
man had caught at it with stronger
hold, and stepped in close after her.
The chauffeur was in his seat, the
car was moving slowly, now faster
and faster. Suddenly the bland coun-
tenance slid very near her own. while
firm hands against her shoulders
crowded her into the farther corner
of the tonneau.
20 Renaud-Hand!" she cried, but
the driver made no sign. Help, help"
she shrieked, but the cry was in
stantly choked into feeble protest.
A mass of something, pressed to her
mouth and nostrils, melted her to
superhuman efforts. She struggled
frantically, and succeeded in getting
her head for an instant at the open
ing, while she clutched her assailant
and held him helpless. But only for
a moment. The firm large hand quick
ly overpowered even the strength in
duced by frenzy, and in another min
ute she was lying unresisting on the
soft cushions of the tonneau.
The car careened through the
streets, the figure of the unrespon-
sive Hand Knocked her cries for help,
the neat hard face of the stranger
continued to bend over her. Then
everything swan in a maelstrom Of
duller and duller sense, the world
grew darker and fainter, till finally it
was lost in silence.