Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1917-10-04

premises are VISITED and searched.
The police, passing the house of a
notary one evening, hear some one
singing the Marseillaise; they de-
mand admittance and arrest the
notary, although it was a phono-
graph which had been singing the
song. This is adjudged a very
serious case"
"Do you mean to tell me-" Dan
demanded, "that such things actu-
ally occur?"
The ghost of q smile fitted
across Chevrial's lips.
"Not those precise cases., per
haps," he said; "but cases very
like them-cases not a whit less
ridiculous. And can you wonder
that Germany finds Alsace and
Lorraine restless2 Do you Won
der that our hearts ache for u
compatriots? Do you wonder that
we dream of the day when we
may remove those mourning
wreaths from the statue of Stras-
bourg in the Place de la Con-
cord?"
He fell silent a moment, then
shrugged his shoulders resignedly.
"But 1 grow too serious" he
continued. "Perhaps, some day,
Poland will be freed, Alsace-Lor-
raine returned to France; yes"
and here he glanced at Dan with
a dry smile, "and the people of
the Philippines given their indie
pendence. Indeed, this M. Ward
believes that day to be close at
hand. Let us hope so Which re-
minds me that | have today seen
neither him nor his daughter"
"Nor have l." Dan admitted. 81
thought perhaps they had some
work to do, and so had not come
on deck"
"They may be there now," said
Chevrial, and led the way to the
forward end Of the boat deck,
where, leaning against the rail,
they could look down upon the
promenade below.
Every one was on deck, walk
ing up and down, revelling in the
fresh air, with it's tang Of salt, and
in the soft sunshine; but, though
Dan and Chevrial stood for some
time looking down, neither Miss
Yard nor her father passed. Then
Chevrial, whose attention had
wandered, uttered a little cxcla-
nation, and caught Dan by the
arm.
"Sce there!' he said.
He was pointing forward to the
first class promenade, which was
also crowded., and Dan following
the direction Of his gesture, saw,
amid the crowd, a white haired
man and dark haired girl walking
side by side, deep in talk. He
looked again, scarcely able to be-
lieve his eyes; but there was no
installing them-they were Miss
Ward and her father.
He drew a deep breath of won
der and perplexity. How came
they among the first class passen-
gers? But perhaps they had mere
ly been to see the purser, and were
now on their way back. No; they
had passed the gang way. In an
other moment, they turned back
along the other side of the prom
enade and were lost to sight.
Only then did Dan look up. He
found Chevrial smiling sardonic-
ally.
"But what does it meant" he
asked.
Chevrial pursed his lips.
Il do not know" he answered,
with a little shrug, "unless some
one beside myself heard Miss
Yards story, last night, and has
caused her to be placed where she
may be more easily kept under
surveillance. Oh, there. was some
story trumped up, depend upon it,
SO that she would not suspect. No
doubt she will also be given the
opportunity to make certain
friends among her new shipmates,
in whom she may also confide. 1t
will be delicately done oh, SO deli
cately!"
It might have occurred to Dan
that M. Chevrial seemed, for a
wine merchant, surprisingly famil-
lar with affairs of state and the
methods of the secret service; but,
for the moment, his whole mind
was concentrated on Miss Ward S
danger.
Unjust warn her, he breathed.
81 believe it would be wise,' y
said Chevrial, in the same tone.
She should make friends with no
one-confide in no one. Her po-
sition is very serious" And then,
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