Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1916-07-31

a special honor roll in heaven for such noble
men as you"
Therlere SMILED sadly.
"Byrne will tell you ALL" he said, Eek
cept who I am-he does not know that"
"Is there any message, my friend" asked
the girl that you would like to have me
deliver?"
Theriere remained silent ror moment as
though thinking.
MY name" he said, rs Henri Theriere
am the Count de Cadenet Of France.
There is no message Miss Harding, other
| than you see fit TO deliver TO my relatives.
| They lived in Paris The last heard OF
them-my brother Jacques was a deputy
| His voice had become so low and weak
| that the girl could scarce distinguish his
words. He gasped once or twice, and then
tried to speak again. Barbara leaned closer,
| her ear almost against his lips
| "Good-by, dear"
| The words were almost inaudible, and
then the body stiffened with little convul-
sive tremor. Henri Therlere, Count de
Cadenet. passed over into the keeping OF
his noble ancestors.
He's gone !" whispered the girl, dry
eyed, but suffering. She had not loved this
| man, she realized but she had learned to
think of him as her one true friend in their
| little world of scoundrels and murderers.
She had cared for him very much--it
was entirely possible that some day she
might have come to return his evident af-
| fection for her. She knew nothing of the
seamy side of his hard life. She had
| gussed nothing of the scoungrelly duplicity
that had marked his flrst advances toward
| her.
She thought Of him only as a true, brave
lgentleman and in that she was right for
whatever Henri Theriere might have been
in the past, the last few days of his life
had revealed Kim In the true colors that
birth and had intandad to ~
through brilliant career. In his death he
had atoned for many sins
And In those last few days he had trans
posed, all unknown to himself or the other
man, measure of the gentlllty and chvalry
that were his birthright for, unrealzIng
Billy Byrne was patterning himself after
the man he had hated and had come to
love.
After the girls announcement, the muck
er continued to sit with bowed head staring
at the ground. Afternoon had deepened
Into evening, and now the brief twilight of
the tropics was upon them-in few mo-
ments II would be dark
Presently Byrne looked UP. His eyes
wandered about the tiny clearing Sud-
denly he staggered to his feet
Barbara Harding sprang up, startled by
the evident alarm in the mans attitude
What Is it?" she whispered. What Is
the matter?"
DE chink" he cried. where's de
chink?"
And. sure enough, Oda Iseka had dlsap-
peared
The youthful Daimio had taken advantage
OF the preoccupation of his captors during
the last moments of Theriere to gnaw in
two tho grass rope which bound him to
the mucker, and with hands still fast bound
behind him had skunk into the jungle path
that led downward toward his village
They will be upon us again now at any
moment" whispered tho girl. what can
we do?"
we better duck" replied the mucker.
Il hates to run away from bunch of
chinks, but I guess it's up to us to beat IT,"
But poor Mr.. Theriere?" asked the girl.
I'll have to bury him close by" replied
the mucker. II don't tink could pack him
very fer tonight don't feel jest quite fit
again yet You wouldn't mind much IL
buried him here, would your"
There is no other way, Mr. Byrne" re.
piled the girl. you mustn't think Of try
ing to carry him far. We have done all we
can for poor Mr. Theriere-you have almost
given your life for him already. and it
wouldn't do any good to carry his dead
body with u.s."
II hates to t'ink o. dem head.huntin'