The Washington times., 1912-10-24
THE WASHINGTON TIMES, THURSDAY, OCTOBER a. 1912
THE TIMES DAILY SERIAL STORY
THE CRICKET OF LEEDS
(copyrisht, Tho Frank A. Muns.y CO.,
BY J. AUBREY TYSON

their eyes were on the man in the cap.
Their features expressed sullen curl
agreed, then" said Rylance. rising.
When you are ready to go win sc-
company YOU"
II am Jean BreEaut." the stranger
MY name is Marchand," Rylance an
The other lifted his cap. but did not
extend his hand
Shall we drink before we GOT"
No" said Rylance CURLY.
There was something IN the mans APP
pearance and In the chill glances that
WERE We're besto w d. upon him By the other
had accepted the ofrer Of Iodsins.
The two men babe the innkeeper and
the card players goodnight. then they
left the tavern. As they were walking
| along the main street buggy passed
| them. In the occupant Rylance recog-
nised the man he had seen at the town
hall-the man whom Baptiste. the con-
| Involuntarily Rylance averted his face.
Bregaut began muttering curses.
Who 10 that?" the fugitive asked
IT'S Pancoast--the shyiock of our
island. He 10 one Of the cursed Eng
| lishmen who, not content with seeing
| their nag waving over the towns which
were built by Frenchmen. hold mort.
, a safe In all Canada that Ia big enough
to hold that devil Pancoast's blood
rs he q village ofacerr
,h "NS1not he' Why do you ask me
ri saw him coming out of the town
hall an hour or'so ago"
"They have some island records there
] that he looks over sometimes. Then.
I fOO he often UOea In Chaf with
Lavrain. the magistrate. The veins OF
are friends."'
what devils luck caused me to
couple myself with this fellow" the
The two men walked on In silence
and at last Rylance saw that his con.
| ductor was leading him toward the
cottage that he had seen from the c1ifi
near which he had landed the previous
us that your placer" he asked.
"Yes--that Is to say. II 10 my daush.
ters, who got II from her mother II
should have been mine. and maybe one
d: .'xo our" WIZ p ;; 4 PsDssdr
"oh. yes. She died two years ago:
There was a pause. then Rylance asked
you are farmer"
| mot i. NV daughter fuHs Ane place
I used to follow the sea-owned one o.
the finest coasting schooners that were
sailed out OF Quebec. Pancoast's got Il
| now. Everything goes to Pancoast some
time. He's a hard man. monsieur
| As they drew nearer to the cottage
| Rylance saw that II was approached
from the side OF the town by a long
flight OF steps that rose along the al.
most perpendicular side Of The cliff
Bregaut marked the direction OF his
| glance.
TITS q steep climb. but one gets used
to II IN time" he explained. my wife's
ancestors were fools. as you see. else
| they would not have built a house or
cliff like that when there was tbettei
ground below. In winter the winds well
nigh sweep II of. and in the summed
the sun makes It like an oven. All! thu
Records were q lot Of fools!'
Bregaut led the way 10 the steps
When they arrived at the top the,
crossed q lawn on which there wer'
several flower beds. bits Of shrubbery
, and several large trees. In q few mo
ments they were on porch that over
looked the river.
Bregaut opened a door and motionet
Ryiance to precede him.
A Continuation Of This story VII
he Found In Tomorrow's
| Issue Of The Times.