Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1913-04-04

and she disllked 10 have the appear
ance OF unconYentionality. After the
first minute she was not so much
afraid as annoyed. Her voice became
frigid. though her dignity was some
what damaged by the fact that Sne
bungled In giving the desired iniornS'
ton.
Il think monsieur will find Van
Cortlandt Hall in the College grounuS
two blocks ~south-no, north-of the
gateway yonder, at the upper emo Oh
this walks
"Ah. mademoiselle is but too kind!
He bowed deeply again. hat in hano'
II thank you profoundly. And may
say, also, that this wonderful pic
ture-" here he spread eloquent hanos
toward the half-quiescent city whose
thousand eyes glimmered over the
lower distance-"this panorama OF oc-
cidental life, makes a peculiar appear
to the Imagination"
The springs OF emotion, touched po-
tently as they had been by the surg
ing recollections Of the last h%alf-hour,
were family stirred again in Miss Keo-
mond's heart by the strangers gran
eloquent words. Unconsciously ner
features relaxed, though she did not
reply.
Again I pray mademoiselle to par
don me, but only a moment past l
heard the song-the song that might
be the sigh OF all the daughters or
Italy. All, Mademoiselle, 1t Is won
derful! But here in this so fresh
country, this youthful, boisterous, 100
prosperous country, that song Is Ike
-like-like Arabian spices In a kitch-
en-. Is 1t not so?"
Miss Redmond was moving up the
steps toward the entrance, hesltatlng
between the desire to snub her inter-
locutor and to avoid the appearance
Of fright. The man, meanwhile
moved easily beside her, ~courteously
distant, d~iscourteously in%sistent In
his prattIe. But the motor-car was
now not far away.
The stranger looked ~appealingly at
her, seemingly sure of a humorous an
swering look to his pleasantly. 1t
was not wholly denied. She yielded
to a touch of amusement with a cool
smile, and FASTENED her steps. The
man kept pace without effort. Luck
lily, the car stood only a Few feet away,
with Renaud, or rather Hand, at the
curb, holding open the door. A vague
bow and a lifting of the hat, and ap-
parently the stranger went the other
way. She felt a foolish relief, and at
the same instant noted with surprise
that the cover Of her al had been
raised.
why did you raise the top?"
1T appeared to me, Mademoiselle,
that 1t was likely to rain"
Put It down again. 1t will not
RAIN" Miss Redmond was saying,
when, from sidelong eyes, she saw
that the stranger had not turned In
the other direction, after all, but was
almost in her tracks, as though he
were stalking game. With foot on
the step she said sharply, but in a low
voice, ITO the Plaza quickly" then
Immediately added, with a character.
istic practical turn: But don't get
yourself arrested for speeding"
mo, Mademoiselle, with this car ]
can make" Even as the chauffeur
replied. Miss Redmond's s~harpened
senses detected a passage Of glances
between him and the stranger, now
close behind her.
She sprang into the tonneau and
seized the door, but not before the
man had caught at 1t with a stronger
hold, and stepped in close after her
The chauffeur wal In his seat, the
car was moving slowly, now faster
and faster. Suddenly the bland coun'
tenance slid very near her own, while
firm hands against her shoulders
crowded her into the farther corner
of the tonneau.
20 Renaud-Hand!" she cried, but
the driver made no sign. Help, help!'
she shrieked. but the cry was in
stantly choked into a feeble protest
A mass of something, pressed to hel
mouth and nostrils, melted her t
superhuman efforts. She struggled
frantically, and succeeded in gettin,
her head for IN instant at the open
ing. while she clutched her assailan
and held him helpless. But only TO
a moment. The firm large hand quick
ly overpowered even the strength in
duced by frenzy, and in another min
ute she was lying unresisting on tn,
soft cushions of the tonneau.
The car careened through tn
!, streets, the figure Of the unrespor
sive Hand Knocked her cries for helr
!, the neat hard face of the strange
continued to bend yer her. The
everything swan In a maelstrom q
: duller and duller sense, the worl
grew darker and fainter, till finally
was lost In silence.
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