The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1912-08-10


ed by thousands. even by their hun
dreds OF thousands. OF men and wom-
en- whose arms flashed out towards
the snow-hung heavens whose lips
were parted in one chorus OF rap
turous reclamation: looking beyond
them TO the tall emaciated form OF
the bare-headed priest in his long
robes. his wind-tossed hair and ~is
wild eyes. standing alone before the
multitude in danger of death, or
worse. at any moment-their idol.
their hero. And again, as the memoir
les came flooding into his brain. the
scene passed away. and he saw the
room with its whitewashed walls and
blocked-up windows: he felt { he
darkness. lit only by those flicker.
ing cadnles. He saw the white. pas
sionate-wrung faces OF the men who
clustered around the rude table. wait
ing: he heard their murmers. he saw
the fear born in their eyes. II was
the night when their leader did not
come.
Bernadine poured himself out a
glass OF wine and drank IL slawly.
The mists were clearing away now.
lie was in London at the Savoy res
trurant, and within a few yards OF
him sat the man with whose name all
Europe had once wrung-the man
nailed by some as martyr. and
loathed by others as the most fend.
ish Judas who ever drew breath.
bernadine was not concerned with the
moral side OF this strange encounter.
How best TO use his knowledge OF this
mans identity was the question that
beat upon his brain. What use
could be made OF him. what profit for
his country and himself And then a
fear-a sudden, startling fear. Little
profit. perhaps to be made. but the
danger-the danger OF this man alive
with such secrets locked in his bosom,
The thought itself was terrifying. and
even as he realized ii significant
ming happened-he caught m eve
OF the Baron de Grost. lunching
alone al small table Just inside OF
the restaurant
Lady Maxwell sighed.
lie Is a peculiar looking man" she
said. but one could put up with a
good deal for jewels Ike that. What
are You doing this afternoon-picture
galleries or your club"
Neither. unfortunately" Barnadine
answered. Il have promised to go
with a friend TO look at some polo.
ponies"
She shrugged her shoulders. bu;
said nothing She had an idea that
she was being dismissed. but Berna.
zine. without the least appearance Of
hurry. gave her no opportunity for
any further suggestions. He handed
her into her automobile and returned
AT once into the restaurant. lie.
touched Baron de Grost upon the.
shoulder
My friend. the enemy." he ex.
claimed. smiling
AT your service i'm either capac.
ity." the Baron rep.-,d.
Bernadine made grimace and &C
cepted the chair which de Grust had
indicated
!: ! may. will take my coffee
with YOU" be said Il am growing
old. II does not amuse me so much
10 lunch with pretty woman. One
mas 20 entertain. and one fOrgets the
serious business Of lunching ! Will
take my coffee and cigarettes in
peace"
De Grost gave an order to the
walter and leaned back in his chair.
Vow he suggested. tell me- tx.
acfly what u Is that has brought
you back into the restaurant"
Bcrnadine shrugged his shoulders
Why not the pleasure OF this few
minutes conversation with you?" he
asked
They cha'tcd upon various mat
tiers De GrOst himself seemed ia no
hurry 70 depart. nor did his com
paninn show any signs Of impotence
u was not until the two people whose
entrance had had sucn 20 remarkable
effect upon Bernadino rose % leave
that the mask was for q moment me-
81. DE- Irost had called for his bill
and paid b. The two men strolled
out together
Baron" Bcrradinc said suavelv.
linking tis arm through the other
mans az they passed into tho foyer
fherc are times whom candor even
amongst sn'mles becomes an admir-.
able quality"
n- Crost merely shrugged his
shoulders Hornad ne persisted
Come. De- continued. "a.ncc sou
doubt mo- lr' mo he fro first fo give
rrg proof that on this occasion. at
ary rate lm rlr8or itself You had
purpose ir Iurrh.rr ~ fho Savoy
today Tta' purpose . have dIscos.
tr.f tF .f.Irrf $50 are both .r
frrr.'rl r 'trsr people
Tts Baron Co. srra. shook h.s bead
s.0air
|.aI. In N.rIr
fe mo rr.h. rernadIne Insisted
Perhaps vh~n sou hate tsari .I