The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1918-06-06
at the station the train was

whistling.
Don Luis jumped out, rushed
through the waiting room, found
the doors shut, iostled the railway
officials who tried to stop him,
and reached the platform.
A train was about to start on
the farther line. The last door
was banged to. He ran along the
carriages, holding on to the brass
rails.
"Your ticket, sir! Where's
your ticket9" shouted an angry
collector.
Don Luis continued to fly along
the footboards, giving a swift
glance through the panes, thrust.
ing aside the persons whose pres.
ence at the windows prevented
him from seeing, prepared at any
moment to burst into the COM
partment containing the two ac-
completes.
He did not see them in the end
carriages. The train started And
suddenly he gave a shout: they
were there, the two Of them, by
themselves! He had seen them!
They were there: Florence, lying
on the seat, with her head on SAT-
verand's shoulder, and he, lean
ing over her, with his arms around
herl
Mad with rage he flung back
the bottom latch and seized the
handle of the carriage door. At
the same moment he lost his bal
ance and was pulled off by the
furious ticket collector and by
Mazeroux, who beloved:
"Why you're mad, Chief! you
will kill YOURSELF"
"Let 60, you asst" roared Don
Luis. "It's they! Let me be,
can't you'll"
The carriages filed past. He
tried to jump on to another foot
board. But the two men were
clinging to him, some railway por-
ters come to their assistance, the
station master ran up. The train
moved out Of the station.
"Idiots!" he shouted. "Boobies!
Pack Of asses that you are,
couldn't you leave me alone7 Oh
l swear to Heaven"
With a blow of his left fist
he knocked the ticket collector
down; with a blow of his right he
sent Mazeroux spinning; and
shaking off the porters and the
station master, he rushed along
the platform to the luggage room,
where he took flying leaps over
several patches of trunks, packing
cases, and portmanteaux.
ooh, the perfect fool!" he num-
bled, on seeing that Mazeroux had
let the power down in the car.
"Trust him, if there's any blunder
goingl"
Don Luis had driven his car at a
fine rate during the day but that
night the pace became vertiginous.
A very meteor flashed through the
suburbs of lie Mans and hurled
itself along the highroad. Peren-
ma had but one thought in his
head: to reach the next station,
which was Charities, before the
two accomplices, and to fly at
Sauverand' s throat. He saw moth
ing but that: the savage grip Of
his two hands that would set Flor
ence Levasseur's lover gasping in
his agony.
"Her lover! Her l~over!" he
muttered, crashing his teeth.
"Why, Of course, that explains
everything! They have combined
against their accomplish, Marie
Fauville; and it is she alone, poor
devil, who will pay for the horri-
BILE series of crimes!"
lis she their accomplice event"
he wondered. "Who knowsf Who
knows if that pair of demons are
not capable, after killing Hippo
lyte and his son, Of having plotted
the ruin of Marie Fauville, the last
obstacle that stood between them
and the Mornington inheritance 7
.Doesn't everything point to that
conclusion? Didn't I find the list
Of dates in a book belonging to
Florencef Don't the facts prove
that the letters were communi-
Gated by Florence9 -
"Those letters accuse CASTOR
Sauverand as well. But how does
that affect thingsY He no longer
loves Marie, but Florence. And
Florence loves him. She is his &C.
complete, his counsellor, the WON
an who will live by his side and
benefit by his fortune. True,
she some times pretends to be de.
Tending Marie Fauville. Play act.
ing! Or perhaps remorse, fright