Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1912-04-09

generally followed by burning fury
n rage to rend and destroy things
What was the matter2
To have humbled himself thus befor'
this American girl and to be snubbet
for his pains! But, patience! Tw'
million francs and his friends awaiting
the word from him. She was sorry
He laughed. and the laughter was no
unlike that which few nights gon'
had startled the ears Of the other wo
man to whom he had once appealed II
passionate tones and not without sue
cess.
"Karlp
The sight of Hildegarde at this mo
ment neither angered nor pleased him
He permitted her hand to lay upon hi'
arm.
my head aches." he said. as II re
plying to the unspoken question In be-
eyes
Karl. why not give 1t up% sh'
pleaded.
"Give it up? What. when hav'
come this far. when have gone
through what | have? Oh. no! Do no
think so little Of me as that"
But 1t Is a dream!
Ae shook of her hand angrily. III
there is to be any reckoning shall
nay, never fear. But 1t will not. shall
not fall"
She would have liked to weep fol
him. II would gladly give you my
eyes. Karl, II you might see 1t all al
I see It. Ruin. ruin! Can you touch
this money without vioIence2 All. my
God. what has blinded you to the rea
issuesY'
II have not asked you to share the
difficulties"
mo; you have not been that kind t'
me-"
Tonight there were no places in bill
armor for any sentiment but bis own
81 want nothing but revenge"
81 think ! can read" her own bit
terness getting the better Of her tongue
Miss Killigrew has declined"
You have been listeningT with
snarl.
1t has not been necessary to listen
need only to watch"
well. what is II to your
Take care. Karii You cannot talk
TO me like that"
Don't drive me. then. Oh" with
sudden turn OF mind. Il am sorry that
YOU cannot understand
eff I badnt.I should never have CIV
en- you nv promise not to speak
There was time when you had right
on your side. but that time ceased to
he when you lied to me. How little
YOU understood mel Had you spoken
frankly and generously ut the start.
God knows I shouldn't have refused
you. But you set out to walk over my
heart 10 get that miserable slip OF pa
per. All. had but known. ] say to
you you will fail utterly and misera'
bly,. You are either blind or mad.
Without word In reply to this
prophecy he turned and left her. and
as soon as he had vanished she kissed
the spot on the rail where his hand
had rested and laid her own there.
"Now there" began Fitzgerald. TAX
Ing NJ. Ferraud firmly by the sleeve.
II have come to the end OF my pa
tienre What has Breitmann to do
with all this business?'
"Ah. Mr. Fitzgerald! This Brett
mann Is what you call poor devil Is
it not: At dinner tonight shall tell
a story. mt once marvellous, past belief
and pathetic shall tell this story
against my best convictions because
wish him no harm. because should
like to save him from black ruin
But attend me. My efforts shall be as
wind blowing upon stone. and shall
not save him. An alienist would tell
YOU better than ! can Listen. You
have watched him. have you not? TG
YOU he seems like any other nnn
Yes. keen witted. gifted. bit Of a
musician. a good deal Of a scholar
Well. had found that paper 6rst
there would have been no treasure
hunt. | should have torn II into one
thousand pieces should have saved
him in spite of himself and have done
nv duty also. He is mad. mad as
whirlwind. as a tempest. as a fire. as
n sandstOrm.'
About what7
Tonight. Tonightr'
And the wiry little man released
himself aud hustled away to his chair
where he became buried In rugs and
magazines.
dal." mused M. Ferraud. II don't
think that any of you have heard It."
THAT will interest me-" Fitzgerald
cried. "Tell it."
II say to sou at once that the tale Is
known to few and has never had any
publicity and must never have any
Remember that. If you please. Mr.. Fitz
gerald, and you also. Mr.. Breltmann."
II beg your pardon" said Breitmann.
Il was not listening"
NJ. Ferraud repeated bis request
clearly.
~ am no longer a newspaper writer"
Breitmann affirmed, clearing the FOG
out Of bis head. "A story about Napo-
leon. VIII 1t he true2"
Every word Of it, N. Ferraud fold
ed his arms and sat back.
During the pause Hildegarde shiv'
cred. Something made her desire mad
iy to thrust a hand out aud cover III
Ferraud's mouth.
I'VE have all read much about Napo
leon: The emperor Us soldier was
tho peer O. all the Caesars. As nus
band he was vastly inferior to any OF
them. This story does not concern him
US emperor. II In my narrative there
occurs anything offensive correct ME
instantly. speak English fuently,
but there are still some ldloms ] trip
on"
"I'll trust sou to steer straight
enough" said the admiral.
corsica tomorrow" said the admi
raj.
Napoleon" said Laura.
sRomance." said Cathewe.
"Treasures." said NJ. Ferraud
Hildegarde felt uneasy. Rrcitmann
toyed with the zeal crumbs. He was
inattentive besides.