Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1918-06-20

fore we took up our posts. She was
mex seen at the window of her lodge.
A few moments after, a small, low
door, used for the cellars and stu
ated under the lodge. was opened, evil
IDENTIFY by her. Almost at the same
time a man entered the square. came
along the wall. and slipped in through
the cellar door. According to the de-
scription 1t was CASTOR Sauverand. So
look out. sergeant. At the least alarm,
at the first signal from you. we shall
come in.
Don Luis reflected. He now un-
derstood how the scoundrel had
access to his house, and how, mid
den in the safest of retreats, he
was able to escape every attempt
to find him. He. was living under
the roof of the very man who had
declared himself his most formula
bic adversary.
"Come on" he said to himself.
"The fellows score is settled
and so is his young lady's. They
car choose between the bullets in
my revolver and the handouts of
the police"
He had ceased to think of his
motor standing ready below. He
no longer dreamed of flight with
Florence. If he did not kill the
two of them, the law would lay it's
hand upon them, the hand that
does not let go. And perhaps it
was better so, that society itself
should punish the two criminals
whom he was about to hand over
to it.
He shut the door, pushed the
bolt, faced his two prisoners again
and, taking a chair, said to Sauve-
rand:
"Let us talk"
Owing to the narrow dimen-
sions of the room they were all
so close together that Lon Luis
felt as if he almost touching
the man whom he loathed from
the very bottom of his heart.
Their two chairs were hardly a
yard asunder. A long table,
covered with books, stood be-
tween them and the windows,
which, followed out of the very
wall, formed a recess, as is usual
in old houses.
Florence had turned her chair
away from the light, and Don
Luis could not see her face clearly.
But he looked straight into Gas
ton Sauverand's face and watched
it with eager curiosity; and his
anger. was heightened by the
sight of the still youthful feat
ures, the expressive mouth, and
the intelligent eyes,, which were
fine in spite of their hardness.
SWELL? Speak, said Don Luis,
in a commanding tone. 81 have
agreed to a truce, but a momen-
tary truce, just long enough to
say what is necessary. Are you
afraid now that the time has ar
rived? Do you regret the step
which you have taken?"
The man smiled calmly and
said:
II am afraid of nothing, and
do not regret coming, for 1 have
q very strong intuition that we
can, that we are bound to, come
to an understanding"
AN understandings" protest
ed Don Luis with a start.
"Why not9"
"a compact! An alliance be-
tween you and me!'
why not? 1t is a thought
which | had already entertained
more than once, which took a
more precise shape in the magis-
ltrates' corridor and which finally
decided me when l read the an.
nouncement which you caused to
be made in the special edition OF
this papers Sensational declara-
ton by Don Luis Percnna. Nine
Fauville is Innocent"
Castor Sauverand half rose
from his chair and, carefully
picking his words, emphasizing
them with sharp gestures, liz
whispered:
Everything lies, monsieur. i;
those four words. Do those taal
words which YOU have written