The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-10-26

ward, when the hand was released,
TO undo those other bonds which tied
her arms TO her body and those which
fastened her ankles.
Still, the thought Of her son sus-
tanned her; and the last shackle fell
as the clock struck g. She was free.
She was no sooner on her feet than
she flew TO the window aud flung
| back the latch. with the intention Of
| calling the first passer-by. At that
! moment a policeman came walking
along the pavement. She leaned out.
But the brisk evening air, striking her
face calmed her She thought of the
of the cross-examination, OF her son.
O Heaven! What could she do TO
get him backs How could she escape
J The count might appear at the least
sound. And who knew but that, in
She shiyered from head to foot,
seized with sudden terror. The hor-
with the thought Of her son; and she
stammered, with a choking throat:
"Help, Help! ~
She stopped and said TO herself, sew
eral times over, in low voice, " Help
:. Help! - as though
the word awakened an idea, memory
within her, and as though the hope
impossible. For some minutes she re-.
manned absorbed in deep meditation,
broken by fears and starts. Then, with
an almost mechanical series OF move
ments, she put ont her arm to a little
set of shelves hanging over the writ.
Ing desk, took down four books, one
after the other, turned the pages with
distraught air, replaced them and
ended BY finding. between the pages
Of tho fifth VISITING IN oh
her eyes spelt the name:
HORACE VELMONT,
followed by an address written in pen
Gil:
"Cercle dc 10 Rue Royale.'
And her memory conjured up the
strange thing which that man had said
to her. n few years before, in that
same house on a day when she was
at home to her friends:
off danger ever threatens you, If
YOU need help, do not hesitate; post
this card, which you see me put into
this book; and, whatever the hour,
whatever the obstacles, I will come. -
With what curious air he had
spoken these words and how we'll he
tainty, Of strength, Of unlimited pow
er, Of indomitable daring
Abruptly, unconsciously, acting un-
der the impulse of an irresistible de-
termination, the consequences of which
she refused to anticipate Yvonpe, with
the same automatic gestures, took a
pneumatic delivery envelope, slipped in
the card, scaled it, directed it to
- Horace Velmont, Cercle de Ia Rue
Royale' and went to the open win
dow. The policeman was walking up
and down outside. She flung out the
envelope, trusting to fate. Perhaps it
would be picked up, treated as lost
letter and posted.
She had hardly completed this act
when she realized its absurdity. 1t
was mad to suppose that the message
still 10 hope that the man TO whom
she was sending could come TO her
assistance, whatever the hour, what
ever the obstacles -
a reaction followed which was all
the greater inasmucb as the effort had
been swift and violent. Yvonne stag
gered. leaned against chair and, los
ing all energy, let herself fall
The hours passed by the dreary
ing but the sound of carriages inter
rupts the silence Of the street The
clock struck, pitilessly In the half
sleep that numbed her limbs, Yyonne
counted the strokes She also heard
certain noises, on different floors of the
house, which told her that her hus.
band had dined, that he was going up
to his room, that he was going down
again to his study. But all this seemed
very shadowy to her: and her torpor
was such that she did not even think
of lying down on the sofa, in case he
should come in,
The twelve strokes of midnight.
?. Then half-past twelve
then one. Yyonne thought
,s l.
were preparing and against which re-
bellion was useless. She pictured her
son and herself as one pictures those
beings who have suffered much and
who suffer no more and who take
each other in their loving arms. But
nightmare shattered this dream. For
now those two beings were to be torn
asunder; and she had the awful feel
ing, in her delirium, that she was cry
She leaped from her seat, The key
had turned in the lock. The count
was coming, attracted by her cries.
Ivonne glanced round for weapon
with which to defend herself But
the door was pushed back quickly and,
astounded; as though the sight that
presented itself before her eyes seemed
to her the most inoxplicable prodigy,
she stammered:
A man was walking up to her, in
dress clothes. with his opera hat and
cape under his arm. and this man,
young, slender and elegant, she had
recognized as Horace Velmont.
You - she repeated.
He said, with a bow;
beg your pardon. madame. but
] did not receive your letter until very
latc.''
"Is it possiblo7 Is it possible that
this is you that YOU were
able to .9''
He seemed greatly surprised;
Did i not promise to come in an.
swer 10 your call?'
eyes but -
"..Well, here L am" he said, with a
smile.
He examined the strips of canvas
from which Yvonne had succeeded
in freeing herself and nodded his head,
| while continuing his inspection:
So those are the means employed
| The Comte 'Origny, I presumed .
J ! also saw that he locked yon