Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1918-12-25

By EVELYN iloPE BARTON


(CeDy51ght, 1914. WsstssD NeWspapss Unjon.)
: Look out for the mani warn you /
He Is crafty, shrewd. Until you are;
back with your friends, beware OF
Pascal Trebo." &c.,. -.s->:
THAT Is his name, Ia it?'''I asked.
HE Is the man to adopt any name
to hide his tracks," replied Albert
Gone seriously. 1T was an unfortu.
nate hour when his eye fell upon Dru.
silla. Those. eyes-they terrify her,
they haunt her still"
. Looking down, up, in, out or straight
away, those brilliant jet black eyes of
Trebo remind of sphero-cylindrica. BIZ
focal lenses. A burning pencil of
fame darts forth. You will know him
by his eyes"
"Why know him at all7' question:
ed. Wherefore should he cross my
path2" -,
Because he has sworn to do so.
Trebo has made his boast that you,
who have won my sister, will never
marry her."
This was rather high-handed senti-
ment for me to accept unqualifedly.
I secretly derided what esteemed to
be exaggerated fear. My friend, Cone,
attached to the American consulate at
Bolo, Ecuador, had been a year among
these people and was sch0oled as to
the various characteristics-an "olla
podrfda" of native and foreign ele-
monte IN ton 49, kS,~r, <1>n
oftscourings Of anarchistic and revolt
tionary groups
To come to the point, I, from the
North, employed to negotiate with en-
yoZs Of the local government, was after
some game and potash concessions. and
had come to Bolo to meet Cone, and,
later, his sister, Drusilla.
I loved Drusilla from the first mo-
ment my eyes rested upon her singular
~ lovab1e and expressive face. There
had been brief courtship, an en-
gagement. Meanwhile I was called to
Bogota to close up final negotiations.
I was very busy my first week at Bo-
gotta. heard nothing of this Trebo,
and was preparing to return to Bolo
when one day man approached me at
my hotel.
"You are Senior Francis Worden7"
he asked in smooth tone.
nodded an assent. He was no
ticeable individual. His face was q
strong one and showed character and
force. The most vacuous, nghtest
blue eyes I. had ever seen. however,
void of expression, blurred and COW
cred with slightly darkened glasses.
gave me an impression Of weakness
and indecision.
'They told me Of you down at the
exchange" he went on. you are
agent for Northern purchasers Of gano
and potash properties, I understand"
"Why, yes" I acceded. II have done
something in that line."
Thereupon my visitor became COM
municative. He proceeded to describe
a potash holding which lack Of operat-
ing capital prevented him from de-
veloping. A drive of 20 miles, he in
formed me, an hours inspection, and I
could gain a valuable concession at
one-fourth it's real value. I consented
to go with him. It was to arrive at
an isolated old plant AUDITING an aban-
doned digging.
My guide showed me over the pros
pect and then the plant. As we en-
tered It's cellar blow drove me pros
I trate. insensible, and later aw0ke to
consciousness Of horror and sus.
pense.
My hands and feet. were tightly
bound; I was helpless, except for the
power to lift myself to sitting posi-
ton. Four feet beyond me was a keg
Of blasting powder. Leading from it
was a long fuse. traced it's other
end. Three yards behind me It was
fiery and sputtering.
1 recognized fully that the slowly
Creeping FIRE would reach the key soon
A sudden thought inspired me. flop.
ped over sideways, my face landing di.
rectly across the fuse. My lips reached
it. I knew that was saved as. the
bitten end still between my teeth,
came upright again. The reaction
gave me new strength; tugged at my
hands. At the end Of 20 minutes
was free. I fastened outside. My
fierce resentful impulse was K
hasten to Bogota and set the police or
the trail Of my would-be assassin.
was penetrating a little thicke
when lodged aside az saw a mar
making for the plant, the very mar
who had lured me thtther. I divinet
at once that, waiting for the explosion
which did not eventuate, he had re
turned to learn the cause. was full
of anger and pounced upon him witt
fury. Once, twice, thrice I lunged on
at him. The glasses he wore snap
ped to pieces.
I And something elsel Ny fist blow,
had not only broken the glasses, blu
a dim OF glass set in his eye sockets
and as these were displaced there wa
revealed a pair of black piercing eyes
The painted Aims gone that had g
completely. disguised the, ruf1an, b
was revealed in. his real Identity
j, Pascal Trebol
II He had gone down under my blow
Now, his eyes bleeding, he slowly raise
himself on one elbow. He glared an
Missed at me, tugged at weapon Il
his hip pocket, I dashed at him t
outwit him, when there was an e1
l plosion. His hafty efforts had explot
ed the revolver and he sank back q
! the fatal bullet pierced his heart.
!. I did not delay at the spit. ! did nc
;. even report the tragedy at Bogota.