The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1916-07-07
BY Arnold Fredericks
Copyright by the
Frank A. Munsey Co.
CONTINUED from Our Last Issue.

Continued from Our Last Issue.)
A man was moving about
among the buildings to the right.
He harnessed a horse, which he
presently attached to a low, two
wheeled cart with a dingy canvas
top. Then he began to put into
the cart baskets of vegetables and
fruit and cans of milk. Present
ly he stopped and went toward the
house.
In a few minutes he returned.
This time a woman was with him.
They carried between them a
! large covered wicker basket,
which they placed in the wagon,
close beside the seat.
AS the man drove down the
lane and ratified down the hill,
Grace suddenly realized that she
must follow. The missing boy
must be hidden in that basket!
She ran out into the lane, and to
the main road. The vehicle al
ready was some distance away,
headed for Paris.
Several other wagons were 'ap-
preaching. The first was driven
by a buxom young woman. Grace
hailed her. will you be so good,
madame, as to take me to PARISH
Il have a heavy load, madem-
oiselle."
81 will pay you s francs"
The woman pulled up her
horse. Five francs, mademoi-
selle? Get in"
Grace clambered up beside the
woman and glanced down the
road ahead. The wagon ahead
was now out of sight, over the
brow of the hill.
would you like to make a
louis?" Grace took a gold piece
from her purse.
The woman drew back suspi-
ciously. What do you mean,
mademoiselle?"
There is ahead of us a can
vas covered wagon. with a white
horse. If you will keep that wag-
on in sight until we get to Paris,
| will give you this louis"
The woman pulled in the reins.
"Allons, Susette."
The horse started foxward more
rapidly. In ten minutes they were
close behind the canvas covered
wagon.
The wagon in front of them
headed off in the direction of
Passy, turned into the Rue Nicolo.
and came to stop before a small
brick house.
Grace jumped down, gave the
woman the louis, and started
slowly up the street.
The old man who drove the
covered wagon approached the
house, and rang the bell.
One of the windows on the top
floor was thrown open, and man
looked down. The window was in
stantly closed, and moment lat
err the door of the house opened
and the man came out. He stood
talking with the driver a few mo-
ments. Then the two men went
to the wagon, lifted out the large
basket and disappeared with it
into the house.
After a time, the old man re-
turned with the basket, tossed it
carelessly into the wagon and
drove off.
Grace was cold and hungry. A
little pastry shop and restaurant
attracted her attention, and she
entered, and ordered rolls and
coffee. She could see the house
into which the men had carried
the basket, from where she sat.
She had finished breakfast
when the door across the street
opened. and a man came out. He
was dark, heavily built, and
dressed in the costume affected
by artists. He headed directly for
the pastry shop, entered, and went
4 at once to a counter at the rear.
The proprietor came up to him
with smile. "Ah! Monsieur
Durand. What can / do for your
The new customer remained
but a few moments. When he
left, he carried large paper bag
which appeared to contain rolls
or bread. He again entered the
house, but remained inside but q
few moments. Then he came Out
and disappeared down the street
For half an hour Grace waited
then went boldly up to the house
and rang the bell.
A sleepy looking maid opened
the door.
81 wish to see Monsieur Dur
and"
Hes out"
"Then I must wait. am 9
model. He instructed me to come
at eight o'clock"
| The girl shrugged her should
ers. TOP floor front" sht
grumbled, and turned away.
i Grace lost no time in gettint
!, up the stairs. The door of thu
studio was unlocked. She pushed
her way boldly in.
Suddenly she stopped, culver
ing. From somewhere came &
low sobbing sound, as of a chile
crying. She gazed about help
less.
Then she heard the front doc
slam and the sound Of heavy foot
steps on the stairs.