Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1918-06-27
THE
TEETH OF THE TIGER
MAURICE LEBLANC
TRANSLATED By
TEIXEIRA DE MATTOS
CHAPTER TEN. (continued.)

II took a good deal Of trouble
with the physical training Of the
little boy Edmond, whose health
was not what it should be. And
we also had with us, between us,
the best Of friends, the most de-
voted and affectionate counsellor.
who staunched our wounds, kept
up our courage, restored our gay
ETY., and bestowed some Of her
trength and dignity upon our
owe. Florence was there"
Don Luis felt his heart beating
faster. Not that he attached the
least credit to CASTOR Sauverand s
words; but he had every hope Of
arriving, through those words, at
the real truth. Perhaps, also, he
was unconsciously undergoing the
influence Of CASTOR Sauyerand.
whose apparent. frankness and
sincerity of tone caused him a
certain surprise.
Sanverand continued:
Fifteen years before, my elder
brother, Raoul Sauverand, had
picked up at Buenos Aires, where
he had gone to live, a little girl,
the orphan daughter Of some
friends. At his death he entrusted
the child, who was then Ia, to an
old nurse who had brought me up
and who had accompanied my
brother to South America. The
old nurse brought the child to me
and herself died Of an accident a
Few days after her arrival in
France. \ L took the little
girl to Italy to friends, where she
worked and studied and became
what she is.
Wishing to live by her own re-
sources, she accepted a position as
teacher in a family. Later | rec
commended her to my Fauville
cousins with whom / found her at
Palmero as governess to the boy
Edmond and especially as the
friend, the dear and devoted
friend, Of Marie Fauville. !. .
She was mine, also, at that happy
time, which was so sunny and all
too short. Our happiness, ii fact
the happiness Of all three Of us
was to be wrecked in the most
sudden and tantalizing fashion.
Every evening l used to write
n a diary the daily life Of my
love, an uneventful life, without
hope or future before it, but eager
and radiant. Marie Fauville was
extolled in it as a goddess. Kneel.
ing down to write, / sang Itanies
ct her beauty, and I also used to
invent, as poor compensation
wholly imaginary scenes, in which
she said all the things which she
might have said but did not, and
promised me all the happiness
which we had voluntarily re.
nounced.
HippOlyte Fauville found The
diary His anger was some
thing terrible. His first impulse
was to get rid 81 .xarie. But ii
the face of his wife's attitude, 81
the prcCfs other innocence which
she supplied, Of her inflexible re
1l1sal to consent to q divorce, anG
~ her promise never to see M.
Again, he recovered his calmness
left, with death IN my
aoill. Florence left, too, dismissed
Andnever, mark me, never, since
that fatal hour, did / exchange q
single word with Marie. But al
indestructible love .lnited us, !
love which neither absence mol
time was tosweaken.
HI stopped for a moment, a
though i read in Don Luis face
heaeffect produced by his story
Don Luis did not conceal his
GiIilxious attention. What aston,
B 36hed him d was CASTOR Sauve,
x1nd's s.extraordiinary calmness,
peaceful expresaiOn ofssiis
eye fhe qniet ease with which lie
eet 2orth, without hurrying. al
slowly and so very simply,
stogszse that family tragedy.
|ssssSs llEhat an actorie AZ thought,
as he thought IL heremsm.
aris F~aaville had