Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1918-06-06
at the station the train was

whistling.
Don Luis ;umped 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
1.-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 ticket?" 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
| eaace at the windows prevented
him from seeing, prepared at any
moment to burst into the COM
partment containing the two ac-
complies.
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 San
verand's shoulder, and he, lean
ing over her, with his arms around
her!
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 tile
furious ticket collector and by
Mazeroux, who beloved:
Why, you re mad, Chief! you
will kill YOURSELF"
Let go, you asst" roared Don
Luis. Its 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 a up. The train
moved out of the station.
Idiots T. he shouted. "Boobiesl
Pack of asses that you are,
eouldp't you leave me alone9 Oh,
| 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.
"Oh, the perfect fod!!' he mum
bled, on seeing that Mazeroux had
let the power down in the car.
Trust him, if there s any blunder
going"
Don Luis had driven his a 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 loverl" he
muttered, crashing his teeth.
Why, Of course, that explains
everythingl They have combined.
against their accomplice, Marie
Fauyille ; and it is she alone, poor
devil, who will pay for the horri-
bic series Of crimes I"
lis she their accomplice eveni''
he wondered. "Wh knows Who
knows if that pair of demons +
not capable, after killing Hippo
lyte and his son, Of having plotted
the ruin Of Marie Fauyille, the last
obstacle that stood between them
and the Mornington in~heritancei
Doesn't everything point to that
conclusioni Didn' t I find the list
Of dates in a book belonging to
Florencei Don't the facts prove
that the letters were communi-
Gated by Norence7
Those letters accuse CASTOR.
Sauverand as we'll. But how does
that affect thingsi He no longer
loves Marie, but Florence. And
Florence loves him. She is his ac-
complete, his counsellor, the WON
an who will live BY his side and
benefit by his fortune. : True.
she some times pretepds to be de.
Tending Marie Fauvine. Play act