The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-05-09
Next Week---"DEUCES WILD"
By Harold MCGrath.
One of the Best Known Writer'S

plunge II again through his op-
ponent's body. A warning shout
from each of the three spectators
withheld him.
Marigny turned away with an
affectation of GOODNESS he was far
from feeling. while the doctor
knelt to examine Medenham's in
jury.
II rather forgot myself" he
began.
But the excuse was stopped
short by a blow on the angle OF
the Jaw that stretched him by
Medenham's side and apparently
as lifeless.
Dale was not versed i'm the
punctilio of the duel, but he
knew how and where to hit with
fist.
Curse you" he cried hoarse-
ly, you would have stabbed him
as he way lying there IL these
pals of yours hadn't stopped
you!"
At last. recovering some de-
gree of self-possession, he assist
ed the frightened Frenchmen to
carry Medenham to the waiting
carriage.
And what of Cynthia?
The break in the weather was
the one thing needed to put an
abrupt end to all pretense of en-
joyment so far as the tourists
we're concerned.
So IL came to pass that on Fri
day evening, while Medenham
was driving from Grosvenor
Square to Charing Cross, Cynthia
was crossing London to the
Savoy Hotel.
Mrs. Leland decided to have
day in London, and she and
Cynthia went out early the next
morning. They returned to lunch
at the hotel. and the girl. plead
ing lack of appetite, slipped out
alone for a walk.
The fine interval in the wealth
err that had tempted her forth
soon gave way to another shower
and she hailed a taxicab.
Take me to Grosyenor
Square," she said.
What number, MISS" asked
the driver.
mo number. Just drive slow
ly round the square and return
to the Savoy Hotel"
Soon she was speeding up Re-
gent street, bent on gratifying
the truly curious within of seeing
what manner of residence IL was
that Fitzroy occupied In London.
The cab was crawling past the
Fairholme mansion, and Cynthia's
astonished eyes were regarding
its style and general air of mag
nificence with some degree of
Observation-Disclosures 1t did then
seem to be true that Mrs. Devar's
original estimate of Fitzroy was
when a man sprang out
of another taxi in front of the
door, and glanced at her while In
the very act of running up the
steps.
Recognition was mutual. Dale
signaled to Cynthia's driver to
stop. He strobe towards her
across the road, and thrust his
head through the open window.
"Of course, MISS" he said,
roughly, you don't know what
has happened?"
NO." she said, too greatly sur
prised to resent his strange man
ner.
Well" he growled, some
body's been nearly killed on your
account, that's ALL"
Somebody" she repeated, and
her lips went white.
Yes, you ought to guess we'll
enough who IL Is. He and that
rotten Frenchman fought duel
this morning on the sands near
Calais, and Marinny as good as
murdered him. And now, there
he is, a-lying In the hotel, with a
doctor and a nurse trying to coax
the life back into him, while L
had to scurry back here to tell his
people,"
Some women might have
shrieked and fainted-not so
Cynthia.
when is the next train to
Calais?" she asked.
"At nine o'clock tonight, miss.
Was you a-thinking of going to
him, miss" he asked.
would that / could fly there"
she moaned.
Dash It ALL" Dale said. "II
wish | had seen you half an hour
earlier. There is a train that
leaves Charing Cross at twenty
minutes past two. 1t goes by way
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