The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1914-12-19

| follow them. was conducted into >
little cabin IN the fore part Of the
ship. the door was locked on ne and ]
was alone.
1 AL stood there in my desolation J
felt the vessel begin to move through
the water. Leopold was fulfilling his
threat. We cast our anchor half 2 mile
out At sea. Through the portfolio
saw sunset family mirrored IN the
dark waves like Z pale reelection OF
the cold misery in my own breast
CHAPTER M.
The Ultimate Appeal.
On which snatch success out Of the
We lay at anchor half mile outside
the bay. All was silent aboard the
yacht, save the monotonous tramp OF
the guard on deck above my cabin. Ny
watch marked six o'clock In the after
noon and this was Wednesday. Five
days remained-only i've days OF
grace, and on Monday Charles would
stand condemned. while ] was power
less to save him. l pictured him In
his dungeon In the Paris fortress. igno-
rant of my whereabouts; I wept to
think that my desperate night to Cor
sica to procure the only witness who
could deliver him had ended in my
| ignominious capture. Yet unless deliv-
erance came from some unguessed-at
quarter, hope must be abandoned.
dared not go to bed but paced my
tiny cabin In feverish despair. Out
side. through the closed port-hole, the
sea tumbled in rising waves, and the
yacht rocked and pitched AZ she
strained at her anchor. So heart-weary
was 1. so helpless, that my fatigue In
duced a period of merciful uncon-
seriousness into which I glided by I'M
perceptible degrees, to be tortured BY
Nightmares. Now was in Paris again.
watching the condemnation of Charles.
One by one the military judges arose
and announced their verdict-guilty.
saw him led forth to the parade
ground. to be stripped Of his uniform.
to have his buttons and epaulets torn
from him and HIS sword broken, while
outside the barriers q mob howled ror
his death. The intensity OF my de-
spair awoke me. ~
What was that low tapping upon the
pane Of the port-hole?
was upon my feet now, fully awake,
staring with incredulity through the
dull, rounded glass. at small boat
that rocked perilously beside the
yacht listened; the tramp on deck
had ceased. The sentinel was gone.
or sleeping upon watch. The tapping
came again, and, looking out. per-
ceived the Greek Zeuxis, with . COM
panion seated In the little boat
4 strained at the portfolio fastenings
I with all my strength. The rusty catch
slid back and admitted the fresh night
air. The head of Zeuxis was upon q
level with my own.
Then I knew that his words had not
been vain; he had come to settla his
score with my captor, Magnin. There
was no need of words: we both under
stood. / opened the portfolio to ite
fullest extent. It was Just wide enough
to admit OF the Greeks passage.
He stood up I'm the rocking boat
chung to the exterior of the orifice with
both his hands, and then. Needless OF
the swaying. boat. which rose and fell
! beneath him, raised himself and thrust
HIS head and shoulders within. He
caught at my too willing hands. q mo.
ment later and he had wriggled
through and stood up on the door Of
my cabin. He looked back. nodded
and the boat pulled slowly away. He
had cut on his retreat. the single ave
nue. Of hight.
| In his teeth was the sharp knife that
had seen him flourish In the cottage
II knew the mad determination which
inspired him, the hate which had
transformed the bringing coward into
ID hero. knew the deadly purpose fol
| whose accomplishment he had armed
himself with that raxor-keen blade. But
| now. with Charles liberty At stake
and hope clutching me By the throat
what was the life Of Leopold Magnin
to me. Should not IN duty let loose
this assassin upon the man who had
shown me no Quarterf 4
while / was struggling thus be
tween two motives zeuxis, still with
| out word. had crept like . cat to thu
looked door of the cabin. He wrenchet
/ at e; then, with = smile-at he pitifu
| weakness Of that defense which had
seemed insuperable 70 me, he inserted
the thin blade Of the knife into TIL
lock and forced back ne tongue. 4