The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-11-09

. cry well, - said the man. - Please
I tell Nine. Dugrival that an accident
has supplied me with valuable informa-
| tion concerning the robbery from which
she has suffered, and that L should
! like to go over the fat and ascertain
certain particulars for myself. ] am
accustomed TO this sort OF inquiry; and
my call is sure to be of use 70 her.
| Gabriel examined the visitor for a
moment, reflected and said;
I'm that case, L suppose my aunt
He opened the door of the dining
room and stopped back 20 allow the
other TO pass. The stranger walked to
the threshold, but at the moment when
he was crossing il Gabriel raised his
arm, and, with swift movement,
struck him with dagger over the right
shoulder.
A burst of laughter rang through
the room.
SCOT him!' cried Nine Dugrival,
done, Gabriel! But, | say, you haven t
killed the scoundrel, have youG'
ga don I think so, aunt. It's q
small blade and I didn't strike him too
hard. -
The man was staggering, with his
hands stretched in front of him and
his face deathly pale.
"You fooll' sneered the widow.
$50 you we fallen into the trap
looking out for you a long time. Come
my inc fellow, down with you, You
don Z care about it, do you. But YOU
can't help yourself, you see. That s
right; one knee on the ground, before
the missus now the other
knee. How well we've been
brought up! Crash, there we
go on the floor Lord, if m y poor Du-
griyal could only, see him like
that And now, Gabriel, to
work,
She went TO her bedroom and opened
one of the doors Of hanging wardrobe
filed with dresses. Pulling these aside,
she pushed open another door which
formed the back OF the wardrobe and
led TO q room in the next house
Help me carry him, Gabriel. And
you II nurse him as well as you can,
won Z you For the present he's worth
his weight in gold to us, the artist!'
Tho hours succeeded one another.
DAYS passed.
One morning the wounded man re-
gained moment IS consciousness. He
raised his eyelids and looked around
him.
he was lying in a room larger than
that in which he was stabbed, room
sparsely furnished, with thick curtains
hanging before the windows from top
to bottom. There was light enough,
however, to enable him to see young
Gabriel Dugrival seated on q chair be-
side hlm and watching him.
"Ah, it's you, youngsterl' he muir
INJURED. "1 congratulate you, my lad.
You have q sure and pretty touch with
a dagger
He fell asleep again.
That day and the following DAYS bo
woke up several times, and each time
he saw the stripling's pale face, his
thin lips and his dark ewes, with the
hard look in them.
''You frighten me-" he said. OF
you have sworn to do for me, don u
stand on ceremony. But cheer up, for
goodness sake. Tho thought of death
has always struck me as the most
humorous thing In the world. Whereas
with. you, old chap, it simply becomes
Good night!'
Still Gabriel, In obedience to Nine.
Dugrival's orders, continued to nurse
him with the utmost care and attention.
The patient was almost free from fever
and was beginning to take beef ten
and milk. He gained little strength
and tested.
"When win the convalescent be al
lowed his first drive7 Is the bath chair
theref Why, cheer up, stupid You
look like weeping willow contemplat-
ing 6. crime; Come, just one little smile
for dnddy!D
One day, on waking, he had a very
unpleasant feeling OF constraint After
Q, few efforts he perceived that, during
his sleep, his legs, chest and arms had
been fastened TO the bedstead with thin
wire strands that cut into his flesh at
the least movements.
"Ah, he said to his keeper, "tbis
time it IS the great performance The
chickens going to be bled. Are YOU
operating, Angel Gabriel? IL so, see
that your razor s nice and clean, old
chapl The antiseptic treatment, If you
pleased
But he was interrupted by the sound
of key grating in the lock. The door
opposite opened and Nine. Dugrival
appeared.
She approached slowly, took chair
and, producing a revolver from her
pocket, cooked It and laid It on the
table by the bedside.
"BrrTrrl" said the prisoner. "We
might be at the Ambigu!
Fourth act; The Traitors Doom.
And the fair seq to do the deed.
a 40 h"ht Va SA-o I'oSCos WudL
an honor. Nine, Dugrival, /
rely on you not TO dislgure me-
Hold your tongue, Lupin-''
"Ah, so you knowi By
Joye, how clever we are!'
"Hold your tongue, Lupiu."
There was solemn note In her voice
that impressed the captive and com
PEELED him to silence. He watched his
two 1ailers in turn. The bloated
features and red complexion of Nine.
Dugrival formed q striking contrast
with her nephew's refined face; but
they both wore the same air OF i'm
placable resolve
The widow bent forward and said:
care you prepared to answer my
questionsi'
"Why not7'
"Then listen to me. How did you
know that Dugrival carried all his
money in his pocket7N
Servants gossip. -
a young man servant whom we
had in our employ, was that itf
"Yes.'
"And did you steal Dugrival's watch
In order 10 give 1t back 20 him and in
spire him. with confdencef'
HYes.p
She suppressed movement Of fury.
"You fool You fool! What!