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

must waitl" And. with rare insolence.
NJ. Ferraud showed his back to his au,
dience. climbed to the seat by the driv.
er and babe him return slowly to the
Grand hotel
Hildegarde refused to see any one
but NJ. Ferraud. Hour after hour she
sat by the bed Of the injured man,
Knowing that In all probability be
would live. she was happy for the FIRST
time in years he needed her; alone.
broken, wrecked among bis dreams. he
needed her. he had recovered con-
sciousness almost at once. and his irst
words were a curse on the man who
had aimed so badly. He could talk but
little, but be declared that be would
rip the bandages II they did not prop
his pillows so be could see the. bay.
The second time be woke be saw HilI
degarde. She smiled brokenly. but be-
turned his head aside.
HAS the yacht gone yetT
~No."
when will IL sailf"
Tomorrow" Her heart swelled with
bitter pain. The woman be loved
would be on that yacht But toward
Laura she held nothing but kindness
tinged with a wondering envy. Was
not she. Hildegarde. as beautiful Had
Laura more talents than she. more &C.
complishments? Alas. yes. one! She
had had the unconscious power Of
making this man love her
To and fro she waved the fan. For
awhile. at any rate. be would be hers,
Aud when VI. Ferraud said that the
others wished to say farewell she de,
clined She could look none Of them
In the face again. nor did she care,
She was sorry for Cathewe. His life
would be as broken as hers. but man
has the world under his feet. scenes
Of action. changes to soothe his hurt,
A woman has little else but her needle,
All through the day and all through
the night she remained on guard. sur,
rendering her vigil only TO NJ. Ferraud,
With cold cloths she kept down the fe,
yer. wiping the hot face and hands
He would pull through. the surgeon
said. but be would have his nurse to
thank. There was something about
the man the doctor did not under.
stand he acted as II he did not carS
t. live.
The morning found her still at her
post. Breitmann awoke early and ap,
peared to take little interest In his
surroundings.
"Why do you waste your timer hil
voice was cOlOrless.
II am not wasting my time. Karl"
His head rolled slowly over on the
pillow till be could see outside. Only
two or three fishing boats were visi,
Bile.
When will the yacht sail?"
Always that question. Go to sleep
will wake you when see it."
"Fve been a scOundrel. Hildegarde:"
and he closed his eyes.
Where would she 90 when he left
this room! For the future was al,
ways rising up with this question.
What would she do2 How would she
live? She too shut her eyes.
The door opened. The visitor was
NJ. Ferraud He touched his lips with
a finger and stole toward the bed.
Better"
She nodded.
"Are you not dead for sleepr
at does not matter"
Breitmann's eyes opened. for his
brain was wide awake. "FerraudT
Eyes. They wished me to say good,
by for them"
ITO me?" incredulously.
"They have none but good wishes"
"She will never know"
mot unless Mr. Fitzgerald tells her."
"Hildegarde. ] had planned her alb,
duction. Don't misunderstood have
sunk low indeed. but not so low an
that. wanted to harry them. They
would have left me free. She was to
be pawn. shouldn't have hurt
her."
"You do not care to return to Ger,
many
''Nor to France. NJ. Ferraud."
There's a wide world outside. You
will find room enough" diffidently.
AN outlaw
"0f q kind"
BE easy. haven't even the wish
to be buried there. There Is more to
the story. more than you know. Ny
name Is Herman Stuler-if | live.
There is not drop Of French blood In
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