The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1914-09-17

erty. He's heavily mortgaged, and It
seems only a matter of a few months
now before father gets even with the
old fool. He'd have done It long ago,
only he was bringing on a coup of bis
own which meant millions to him"
My heart was hammering 30 hard 1t
scarcely seemed possible that / coulE
control my emotion. The plot vas
thickening-and / was In tho very
heart OF I'll
Yes, he continued, putting up his
feet on the ships rail, there's only
three of than alive in the direct line
today; the comte, very old man now,
daughter by a second marriage, and
her son, the corOte's grandson, young
fellow Of twenty-five. There was a
son BY an earlier marriage, but he
went to America and died there. l
traced him to California and lost him
there. The burning of San Francisco
had destroyed all the records. ad-
vertised in all the Pacific coast papers
without result. There had been a mar
rage, and / believe there was one
daughter. But she has vanished com
pletely."
The uneven glow Of his words, and
sudden suspicious odor on the night
air, convinced me that the scoundrel
had been drinking-not enough to rem
der him tipsy, but just sufficient to un-
lock the doors of his secrets.
80 I told the old .donkey"-by that
phrase interpreted him to mean Mag
niff, Sr.-" you'd better hurry up with
that revenge Of yours said. or
they'll all be dead He'd cut my al
lowance to beggarly ten thousand a
year. He told me l was a bad egg,
as he elegantly phrased 1t, and had dis
appointed all his hopes of having me
succeed him in the banking business.
All right, old boy thought, III show
you something original in the financial
field You see, Miss Howard" he con.
tinued, lurching toward me. 81 knew
the secret Of the bonds"
"Yes, what was it?" I cried
He sobered Immediately. Nov
you'd like to know, wouldn't your" he
drawled. you tantalizing little
devil"
rose with great dignity and walked
away, leaving him calling Miss How
ard! Miss Howard!" In desperate
apology.
Thereafter, although my curiosity
Woc hy,rn +
ly, cutting him directly when we met
and ignoring his advances at the din
ner table. But he was SO persistent
that was driven to all sorts Of ex-
pedients to avoid him, and, when my
need Of walk became urgent, re-
sorted to the long deck of the steer
age, which was practically deserted,
since few steerage passengers were re-
turning to Europe at that season Of
the year.
1t must have been on the third night
after when, while pacing the steerage
deck after successfully eluding my pur-
sucr, became aware of a stir in the
shadows Of the sailors foTe-cabin, un-
der the stern. Then a black shape
came flying toward me, clasped me by
the arm, and fell on it's knees behind
me, whirling me round to shield it
against its pursuer, who came. cat-like,
out of the darkness. Before 1 had time
to be afraid recognized that it was
Zeuxis clutching me, Zeuxis in des-
perate fear, while, like a panther, his
wife followed him, knife in her hand,
crouching for spring.
Safe me, safe me, Miss!" the
Greek babbled frantically.
Well, Mary, to whom wrote the in
cident, said was brave, but I haven't
taught in the immigrant class for
nothing. simply stepped forward and
took the knife GNt of her hand. She
gave it up like aSaamb and burst into
tears.
What is this sbout?" l demanded
OF Zeuxis, In my mcst scholastic tones.
She's jealous Of you, Miss How
arG. he explained, rising sheepishly
to BIS feet. "She's~got it into her head