The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1918-06-13

Mazeroux, who had caught sight
Of him, had spun round on his heel
and was hiding under a gateway.
He called him:
"Mazeroux!"
The sergeant appeared greatly
surprised to hear his name and
came up to the car.
"Hullo, the chief!"
His face expressed such embar-
rassment that Don Luis felt his
fears taking definite shape.
"Look here, is it for me that
you and your men are hanging
about outside of my housef"
"There's a notion, chief" re-
piled Mazeroux, looking very I'M
comfortable. "You know that
you'r re in favor all right!'
Don Luis gave a start. He un-
derstood. Mazeroux had be-
trayed his confidence. To obey his
scruples Of conscience as well as
to rescue the chief from the dan
gers Of a fatal passion, Mazeroux
had denounced Florence Levas-
seur.
Perenna clenched his fists in
an effort Of his whole being to
stifle his boiling rage. 1t was a
terrible blow. He received a sud-
den intuition Of all the plumbers
which his mad jealousy had made
him commit since the day before,
and a presentiment Of the ire
parable disasters that might re-
suit from them. The conduct OF
events was slipping from him.
Have you the. w~arrantf" he
asked.
Mazeroux spluttered:
ct was quite by accident. l
met the project, who was back.
We spoke of the young lady's
business. And, as it happened,
they had discovered that the pho
tograph-you know, the photo
of Florence Levasseur
which the project lent you-well,
they have discovered that you
faxed it. And then when / men
toned the name Of Florence, the
project remembered that that was
the name"
"Have you the warrantf" Don
Luis repeated, in a harsher tone.
"Well, you see, | couldn't help
il. So" M. Desmalions, the
If the Place ,du Palais- Bourbon
had been deserted at that moment,
Don Luis would certainly have re-
himself by a swinging blow
administered to Mazeroux's chin
according to the most scientific
rules of the noble art. And Maze
foresaw this contingency, for
he prudently kept as far away as
possible and, to appease the
chiefs anger, intoned a whole lit
any OF excuses:
"It was for your good, chief.
I / had to do it Only
think You yourself told me Rid
me of the creature ! said you. I'm
too weak. You'll arrest her, won't
you7 Her eyes burn into ne
like poison!' Well, chief, could |
help it? No, / couldn't COULD II
as the deputy chief"
"Ah! So Weber knowsf"
"Why, yes! The project is a
little suspicious of you since he
understood about the taking of
the portrait. So M. Weber is COM
ing back in an hour, perhaps, with
endorsements. Well, l was say
ing, the deputy chief had learnt
that the woman who used to 60 to
CASTOR Sauverand's at Neuilly-
you know, the house on the Boule-
ward Richard allace-was fair
and very good looking, and that
her name was Florence. She even
used to stay the night sometimes"
"You lie! You lie !" Kissed Per
All his spite was reviving. He
had been pursuing Florence with
intentions which it would have
been difficult for him to put into
words. And now suddenly he
wanted to destroy her; and
time consciously. In reality
he no longer knew what he was
He was acting at haphaz-
ard, tossed about in turns by the
most diverse passions, a prey to
that inordinate love which impels
as readily to kill the object Of
our affections as to die in an at
to save her.
A newsboy passed with a special
edition of the Paris Midi, showing
in great block letters:
SENSATIONAL DECLARATION BY
DON LUIS PERENNA.
NINE. FAUyILLE is INNOCENT.
ARREST OF THE TWO
CRIMINALS.