New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1914-09-30

| = "a
at was ! do his dirty work five-seek-
year."
re capitaine. an. by gar. he keep me
tied up before re port watch. You
stan Eat. msieur?'
| shook my head, uncertain just
what stand to take.
Never be went ON, barely pausing
| for breath. Il show re half breed.
| You see bees mother-she mulattO.
Re dog
| SLOW do you know that?" I asked,
surprised.
II listen. hear re talk, but say
holdings. msieur. Vat l care while
he treat me right? But now 1 show.
heem vat know. He not lord eet
over me ven OIL Sallie vas his mother
by gar. no!''
"Sallie! You cannot mean that mu-
latto woman back on the plantation?"
Sure! The oil judge was his "a
Their"
The whole thing came to me in
flash as | stared across at the mate,
who scarcely realized yet the revela-
wrongs and how he was to be avenged.
by gar. l forget he said softly.
You vas after re monies. too, hey?
Bah! Eet make no difference vat you
know. He hat you here all right. var
you keep still Or And he drew the
back of knife across his throat. II
Wonder he not keel you furst. m'sieur.
Maybe he use you an then have you
shot in re south. ,Oui. Eat be re easy
way. Why you ever cum down an
claim to be Philip Henley hey?'' 8 ss
THAT was all a mistake" l returned
deliberately. Il came merely to look
after his interest
Interest! Why dead man have
INTEREST,""
DO you mean Philip Henley is
dead?''
You pretend not know? By Gar.
eet queer! Veil, tell you, m'sieur. Re
hole back ov re picture. lie there
one night an leesten. week. ten days
ago. Re capitaine talk with Sallie.
He have letter from north. one. two
sheet paper, an eet tell heem how eet
all vas. Some one write heem. l tink
maybe Pierre Vonique. who went way
long time. No matter. Vat be told
was Eat M'sieur Philip die-die queek
frum accident. Nevah speak, an when
zey pick heem up Ear was noddin' in
bees pocket. See. m'sieur: He vas
robbed. Vonique he hear about eet
an fin re body. No one know who re
man is. But Vonique know. To prove
eet he send re ring-ze signet ring-off
re finger. Zen be write: Look out!
Some one has re papers. Watch who
| comes! Eat vas true, m'sieur.'
And some one did come, Brous-
sard2"
"Oui. queek-a fellow with letter
from Philip Eet was sign bees name.
| hees handwrite appoint heem over
seer"
"And what became of him?''
The creole shrugged his shoulders
"'Tis not my business, m'sieur. He
go way somewhere queek. Maybe he
not like re place.
| The dead face of the bearded man in
the rear room rose before me. But
Broussard went on:
Zen you came, m'sieur, long wiz re
girl. re .capitaine he laugh. eet was
so easy. Why re girl, msieur?'
Phillip Henley was married."
mon. non. impossible: Get cannot be
shown 'Tis not of re record. Re
capitaine not fraid any more. He Just
play wiz you like re cat wiz re mouse.
He know Philip dead-he has re proof
an now he breaks re will an gets ze
monies Re Cog rich now; zen he be
more rich"
| "Do you know an executor of the
will named Neale-P. B. Neale?"
"Oui. m'sieur.''
"Who is he? What does he look
like?'
"He vas a planter two mile west
Carrollton. I see heem maybe ten
days ago-leetle short man wifi bald
head"
He poured out another drink of
brandy, and, downing it, pushed back
! his chair
by gar, talk too mooch, maybe"
he said, yawning. "But eet make no
diff. Re capitaine he cop re monies
just re same, an eet better you know.
Now turn in an Sleep" He crossed
the cabin to his stateroom and closed
the door.
| The facts were clear. Philip Henley
was dead, killed while intoxicated, Ell
ther accidentally, or for purposes Of
robbery. And he had been robbed