New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1915-04-11

money in millions, minted wealIh thaO "'uiu 'i''
overlooked through windows and door II piieu oh
the floor, figured as vital element
But Fosdyke closed his ears TO the womsns
plea; though his alert wits warned MN 'nA' a
declaration Of war would be nothing short OF rank
lunacy at the moment SO he bowed with inc easy
grace that was natural to him.
az appreciate what you have said, aunt ne
murmured, choking back the Inundated wrath that
stormed for utterance. az don't imagine you e1-
pect me to discuss matters now. With your per-
mission, I shall leave Pont Aven as soon as pos
sible On your return to London shall ask per-
mission to visit you"
Mrs Carmac would have answered, but he quit
ted the room abruptly.
Rupert Fosdyke Is q thoroughly bad lot" said
Bennett, fastening the lock Of brief bag with an
angry click. III that young man pulls himself
straight I1l-well, I'll grow potatoes instead OF
preparing deeds"
Mrs Carmac smiled wisttully. She knew, none
better that the pendulum Of life swing from
enc extreme to the other. Yet even she might
have lost faith had she been with Yvonne when
the girl hurried from home after supper.
At that hour, about $3.50 o'clock, though the
night was pitch dark, one so accustomed to I'M
hindered movement in any part OF the village did
rot hesitate take the short cut that led across
the Aven by footbridge and debouched by an
alley on the main street not far from the Place.
She was the bridge, and faint luminosity
from the swirling waters beneath showed posts
and rails with sufficient clarity. At that point
she ran into two people, a man and yelled
woman, who emerged from the black shadow OF a
mill. The man was Rupert Fosdyke; but the
woman was a stranger. Who could It BET
Suddenly some trick Of carriage and bearing
suggested Madeleine Demoret Madeleine mas
oueradng in modern attrel Madeleine without
coli or collarl And Yvonne knew how a Breton
maid shrinks from revealing herself to masculine
gaze without her Golf, which Is the symbol Of all
that is pure.
In her dismay she nearly cried aloud to her
friend. But the two had hurried on, vanishing In
the direction of the Bots dAmour Sick at heart,
she fastened to Madeeines cottage, where the girl
lived with aunt.
"Tiens!" cried the woman who looked up from
the hearth when Yvonne entered "Why isn't
Madeleine with you? She went TO Mere Pitou's
half an hour ago"
"Weve been to Moelan," faltered Yvonne. 81
must have missed her. Au revoir, Nine. Brssac"
"Oh cannot bear it," cried Yvonne in an agony
of shame when she alone again in the dark
ness. "My mother! And now my friend! What
shall I do? Is there to help? How
tell my father-or Lorry7 Dear, lion-hearted
Lorry! Surely can trust him, and he will take
that man In his strong hands and crush hm"
Raymond had too many irons in the fire that
day to permit Of the relaxation OF mental and
bodily energies that his condition demanded. II
was essential to the success Of a scheme now TAX
ing definite shape in his mind that he should seem
to avoid Rupert Fosdyke's prying while maintain
ing a close surveillance on his movements. Thus,
owing TO the chance that he occupied bedroom
overlooking the Place, he knew when Fosdyke went
out after changing the garments of ceremony
worn that morning, and guessed quite accurately
that afternoon stroll would lead the younger
man past Madeleines cottage. He watched for
the arrival Of the solicitors clerk from London,
and witnessed Fosdykes return soon after 5
O'Clock. Then realizing that the first of many for
malities with regard to Carmacs will was in prog
ress, he quilted his post, meaning to sit on the
terrace until Fosdyke reappeared.
The weather, however, had turned cold, and he
found overcoat necessary. With the help of
servant he buttoned the coat in such wise that
the empty right sleeve dangled as though he had
lost limb. As a consequence he was not in
stantly recognizable. Harry Jackson, seated pa
tiently at the window behind the sycamores failed
30 make out the identity of that small, ungainly
figure until it had paced to and fro several times
the top Of the small square.
remarkable feature Of a day rich in events
fated to exercise a malefc influence on the lives
of four people was provided by the fact that two
men opposite in characteristics as Harvey Ray
mord and Harry Jackson should have spent some
hours in staring out from their respective apart
ments at the normal if picturesque panorama pre-
sented by the main thoroughfare of the village
Each unaware of the others vigil, each
wholly unconscious OF the part he destined to
play in drama of love and death.
The secretary of course, nursing project
that could hardly fail to raise his fortunes to
height hitherto undreamed Of, whereas the CHEEKY
hearted steward, though his puzzled thoughts at
times would have bothered Raymond far more
than occasional twings Of broken arm, did he
but know their nature, was actually concerned
about little else than his own future and the well
fare of mother dependent his earnings
Still, it odd that the sight of Raymond sell
dom failed to bring a perplexed frown to Jack
sons face. The two had met until the
Stella sailed from Southampton water. They
had not exchanged a word beyond the common
places of existence board yacht Yet Jack
dsliked Raymond, and, if minds were mir
rors, the quasi-gentleman would have seen in the
civil-spoken steward mortal enemy though none
would be more surprised by the fact than the
sturdy little Cockney himself
Jackson felt rather lonely just then Poppe
occupied with English speaking repre-
sentative of the Brest marine savors, from whom
he had hired a diver and a tug Toemache had
vanished being miles away at Moelan with
Yvonne and her father, and the changeful show
beneath had lost some of its novelty in the eyes
c. the lively Londoner. He resented enforced
inactivity He wanted to he and dining