Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1912-03-29

"WellT
i've an Idea. and have had It for
some time, that you wouldn't feel hor.
ribly disappointed II our friends made
away with the money"
N. Ferraud shrugged; then be
laughed quietly.
"Well. neither would l." Fitzgerald
added.
my son, you are a man after my
own heart. was furious for the mo-
ment to think that he had outwitted
me the first move. did not want him
to meet his confederates without my
eyes on him. And there you have it.
1t Is not the money, which is morally
his; IT is his friends, his lying, mock
ing friends"
Are we fair to the admiral? He has
set his heart on this thing"
And shall we spoil his pleasure?
Let him find it out later"
do you know COrsica?"
, "As the palm Of my hand"
But the women
They will never be in the danger
zone. No blood will be spilled unless
1t be mine. He has no love for me.
and am his only friend, save one"
Suppose this persecution Of Ger
many's was only blind?'
MY admiration for you grows. Mr.
Fitzgerald. But have dug too deeply
into that end Of it not to be certain that
Germany has tossed this bombshen
into France without holding a string
to It Did you know that Breitmann
had once been hit by a spent bullet?
Here" pointing to the side Of his head.
HE is always conscious Of what he
does, but not Of the force that makes
him do 1t. Do you understand me? He
is living in dream, and | must wake
him"
The Adventures we're now ready to
disembark. They took nothing but
rugs and hand bags, for there would be
no preening Of fine feathers on hotel
verandas. With the exception Of Hi.
degarde all were eager and excited.
Her breast was heavy with forebod.
ings. Who and what was this man
Ferraud? One thing she knew-he
was a menace to the man she loved
aye. with every throb Of her heart
and every thought Of her mind.
The admiral was like a boy starting
out upon his first fishing excursion.
To him there existed nothing else in
the world beyond a chest Of money
hidden somewhere in the pine forest
Of Atone. He talked and laughed.
plnched Laura's ears, shook Fitzger-
AIDS shoulder. prodded Coldfeld and
fused because the motor wasn't sixty
horsepower.
Father" Laura asked suddenly,
where is Mr.. BreltmannT
"0h. | told him last night to 60
ashore early. If he would. and arrange
for rooms at the Grand Hotel PAjac-
clio. he knows all about the place"
NJ. Ferraud turned an empty face
toward Fitzgerald. who laughed The
great-grandson Of Napoleon applying
for hotel accommodations as a gentle.
mans gentleman and within a few
blocks Of the house IN which the self
same historic forbear was born! II
had its comic side.
Are there any brigandsY' inquired
Mrs. Cold6eld. She was beginning to
doubt this expedition
"Bngandsl Plenty" said the ad-
miraL but they are all hotel proprie-
tors these times. those that aren't con-
veniently buried. From here we 60 |
to Carghese. where we spend the night, |
then on to Evisa and another night. |
The next morning we shall be on the
ground. Isn't that the itinerary. Fitz. |
geraldT'
yes"
"And be sure to take an empty car
Rage to carry canned food and bottled |
water" supplemented Cathewe. The
native food Is frightfuL The nrst time
I took the journey I was ignorant
Happily It was In the autumn. when
the chestnuts were ripe. Otherwise I
should have starved"
-"And you spent q KiuteI q -apFins |