The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1914-11-05

uuBeT appeared TOuuu luc uOOEy 6fOP
ing uncertainty; a hand followed II, an
armand Leopold Magnin entered and
stood before me, his face convulsed
with pain, yet wearing the semblance
of a CHASTITY smile.
Blood dripped from his arms and
breast and there was a deep slash
across his face and throat He stood
there. holding for support against the
Intel, and, regarding me silently, he
continued smiling. When at last he
spoke his voice seemed hollow as
spectre's.
See what you have brought me to,
Anne" was all he said.
i came to my senses then. rose %
staunch the blood, to bind his wounds;
but he waved me aside, and then, rs
though his sight failed him, he groped
uncertainty for me and found my
arms
Take me back to my cabin, Anne
he whispered. Il think I'm going TO
de-"
SummOning all my fortitude placed
my arm round him. His grasp upon
my shoulder made me vince. Slowly,
with staggering steps, led him along
the passage way toward his room, out
side which a group of sailors clustered.
terror-stricken, staring foolishly at one
another and at me. One had long
cut across his hand; another a blood
stained head-bandage. And on the
stairs that led up to the deck dead men
were lying. hideously hacked and
MANNED. l looked into the face of the
one nearest me. In those livid and
twisted features recognized all that
had been mortal of the Greek Zeuxis.
Leopold waved back the men as they
approached, and we entered his cabin.
Inside, the table was overturned; pill
lows and blankets strewed the floor,
and there were all the signs Of des-
perate battle. placed Leopold upon
the couch and sought to cleanse his
wounds. But he declined all my efforts
and beckoning to me to kneel at his
side, spoke in low whispers.
IT'S no use-I'm dying, Anne," he
murmured. 81 only want your forgive
ness. Don't let me go down to hell
without your pardon, Anne. My love
for you was the one not wholly self.
ish act of my life. You knew that
Amer"
l nodded, seeing him through mist
of binding tears. When he began tc
speak understood how my words ol
the evening had wounded him. think
that in my horror and hatred for the
man had overlooked the human quail
tiles that lay buried deep, but existent
in his heart.
"I am dying, Anne" he whispered
grasping for my hand and holding II
fast IN his, as though seeking to tint
some clasp upon that life which was
slowly ebbing away. do you remem
Der your words last night? That
could know love no more than a toaC
can know beauty? And that l seemet
to you the incarnation of all evil
Well, think you were right, Anne"
l made no answer, but sat SILENT!
beside him, while his grasp frightened
cruelty on mine. l knew the struggle
that was taking place in his soul.
Il want to tell you something, An
me-" he said after a while. II was no
quite SO bad as you imagined me to be
You always Influenced me for good
Are you glad to hear that. Amer"
Very glad" answered.
Il always planned, when I had wol
: you, to turn over new leaf, as my "a
, ther would have phrased it. I've bee
/ bad lot, but was playing for hig
stakes, Anne, and-and I've lost. An
, now I'm going to make amends. w
/ must get you to Paris before the trial.
[ My hopes, so long abased, leaped u
] incredulously again. With Zeuxi
t dead l had not dared to think that any
= thing could stay the fate which ovel
: hung my lover. But now-if LeopOl
! should take the place of the Greek,
( he should confess.
!. He smiled weakly, as if in anticip'
3 ton of my thoughts.
do you see that little cabinet in th
4 corner, Amer" he whispered. "Unde
t that pile of papers near it you will fin
J. a key. Unlock the cabinet and brin
b me what you find inside"
d rose and obeyed him. l fitted th
o little key into the lock and, openin
r the cabinet. drew forth bundle I
d manuscript. placed 1t in Leopold
t hands.
:. These papers contain my confe
t, sion, Anne" he said. Il wrote it ono
q when under the influence Of goe
q thoughts-of you. Often l have bee
d tempted to destroy 1t. Bot felt tn
If you should escape me and carry o.
D. your purpose 1t would be but fair
A. give you the means with which to fr'
e your lover, the chevalier. These p
d pers will exonerate him completed
IL even after am dead, for they conta
d an entire history Of the plot to secu
ID the treaty, and give the names Of tho
70 who were behind US. No officers Of Il
A court could read it and condemn yo'
d lover. Now touch the bell. Anne"
h rang, and instantly two sailors !
d appeared from the passage witho'
T. They stood impassive and mute bef0
3 us. Leopold spoke few words
le them in their own language.
u These men will take the yacht
u full speed to Bon Martin" he continu
N to me, speaking now with a supreE
le effort Of the will. ut is little seapc
l near Marseilles. but not too mel
q. There you will charter a special ira
at for Paris, using the money which y
lg will find in the drawer Of my del
he There are ten thousand francs; th
Ic- are vours nv all laws of war. Az 1