The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1914-10-01

you want to know, and It's no business
Of mine who he is. because / never
saw him before in my life."
But he absolutely declined to be-
lieVe me.
'Oh. en-, madame" he said. smiling
and shaking his finger at me. 1T was
deucedly Clever scheme to pretend
to be strangers to one another. 1t
made your flight look SO much more
spontaneous. OF course, shah not
press you"
Wont you please take back this
money!" pleaded. Indeed. you are
under a misapprehension."
"Win not madame keep 1t and hand
II to monsieur, If she should happen
to encounter him?' asked the secre-
tary, blandly.
Evidently he refused to believe that
/ was not the wife Of the cbevalier-
the very man whom l hated more bit
terly than had ever dreamed ! could
hate anyone. The very mention of the
hateful word indicating the relation
ship In which he thought we stood
filed me with loathing. should have
flung the money into his face, but sud
! denly bells rang, and there was con-
certed rush for the train. The guard
was already signaling to the engine
| driver. / dashed into q compartment
just in time; the wheels began TO re-
volve, and / sank down into my seat,
still clutching the envelope. I looked
inside; there were five bank notes, OF
the value Of one hundred pounds
apiece. / thrust them into my hand
bag.
Estelle had packed my suitcase for
me, and, when / opened it, little
later, what do you suppose l found
on top of everything? Nothing else
than that horrid little Mr.. Spratts
book on the Code Napoleon, which he
had so eloquently presented to me at
the moment Of my departure from
Winnipeg. Poor little Mr.. Spratt!
The sight of 1t recalled to my mind
vividly Mary Jenner, my best friend,
and the life which now seemed so In
/
two weeks before that, l had been
| teaching class of overgrown boys
and girls the principles Of arithmetic!
II they knew Of my subsequent ad-
ventures! I smiled, and then I felt
the moisture In my eyes. l thrust the
envelope containing the money into
the cover Of Mr.. Spratt's book and
gave myself up to somewhat painful
meditation until I reached Dover.
The night passage was calm and /
slept we'll until awakened at Calais,
where we re-trained for Paris, reach
ing there at an unearthly hour in the
morning. Through the kindness Of an
old gentleman aboard the train-you
know those old gentlemen who are
bubbling over with altruism toward
the stranger-I eventually found my
self knocking wearily at the doors of
the Pension Anglais. / was assigned
a room by the sleepy night clerk and
tumbled into bed without even trou'
bling to undress. When l awoke 1t
was past twelve o'clock, and the noise
AMI stir of the great city was In full
swing beneath my, windows.
I couldn't bring myself to the per
Torrance Of my mission for couple
Of days. l inspected the cathedral,
the Louvre, the shops; reveled in my
surroundings. Indeed, the fascination
of the French capital so overwhelmed
me that doubt whether should ever
have brought myself to carry out my
purpose of visiting the banker but for
a serious incident which suddenly
recalled me to a sense Of duty.
was in the Louvre for the third OF
fourth time, reveling in the beauty oi
the sculpture there. had paused be
fore a statue Of Praxiteles, an ex
quisite piece of work depicting the
ideal of beauty, the Greek Hermes
I fell into train of speculation. Were
the modern Greeks, thought, of the
same physical type? unused; had
ever seen Greek? There must be
Greeks in Winnipeg, but . Ant
suddenly I felt a pair of eyes regard
ing me from across the gallery.
looked up with start, to see man II
a slouch hat, attired like guide, ant
yet evidently not one. since he lacked
the official badge, regarding me will
intense penetration.
It was the Greek Zeuxis, the hanger
on of villainous scoundrelly Leopolt
Magnifr!
But was it? Was not I, rather, tht
victim of an overweighted imagina
ton? AS l stared at him in conster
nation he moved with stealthy, glid
ing steps into another chamber. Whel
had recovered my self-possessiol
and followed him, he was nowhere t.
be seen.
The shock of this incident recalled
me to the duty that lay before me.
indeed were under espionage, 1t wa
my task to obtain my bonds with tn
least possible delay. l should neve
feel satisfied until I had disposed o
them and taken the train and boa
back to England. For the first tim
Ii regretted Estelle's absence. M
loneliness was appalling; l felt a
though some dark, ominous clout
of danger hung over me.
Early the next morning sough
admission to Leopold Magnifr, senior
in his banking house upon the avenue
r had anticipated some difficulty i
! seeing him, but for some reason o
{ | other I was admitted almost immed
q ately to the inner room in which h
= sat alone, surrounded by ledgers an
account books. He was evidentl
8 toiling as industriously as any Of hi
3 assistants, for he looked up, nodde
the barest greeting. and went on wri