Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1919-02-05
CHAPTER xxIr-(Con,inued)

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WAS 1t best?"
ut was glorious" said Philip, trem-
bling.
1T would have come out right-in
the end-if the father had not re-
turned" said Pierre. II must hurry,
M'sieur, for II hurts me now to talk.
He came first a year ago and revealed
himself to Jeanne. He told her every
thing. D'Arcambal was rich; Jeanne
and 1 both had money. He threat
ened-we bought him off. We fought
to keep the terrible thing from D'Ar-
cambal. Our money sent him away
for time. Then he returned. 1t was
news Of him brought up the river to
Jeanne-from Churchill. offered to
kill him-but Jeanne would not listen
to that. But the Great God willed that
1 should. I killed him tonight-over
there!"
A great joy surged above the grief
in Philips heart. He could not speak,
but pressed Pierre's hand harder and
looked Into his glistening eyes.
Pierre's next words broke his silence,
and wrung a low cry from his lips.
"Msieur, this man Thorpe-Jeanne's
father-is the man whom you know
as Lord Fitzhugh Lee"
He coughed violently, and with sud.
den fear Philip lifted his head so that
1t rested against his shoulder. After
moment he lowered It again. His face
was as white as Pierre's after that
sudden At OF coughing.
L talked with him-alone-on the
afternoon Of the fight on the rock"
continued Pierre, huskily. He was
hiding in the woods near Churchill.
and left for Fort o. God on that same
day did not tell Jeanne-until
after what happened, and I came UP
with you on the river. Thorpe was
waiting for us at Fort O. God. It was
ne whom Jeanne saw that night beside
the rock, but could not tell you the
truth-then. He came often after that
two, three times a week. He tor.
tured Jeanne. My God! he taunted
her, M'sieur, and made her let him
KISS her, because he was her father
we gave him money-all that we
could get; we promised him more. if
he would leave-f1ve thousand dollars
in three years. He agreed to 60
after he had finished his work here
And that work-M'sieur-w to de.
stroy you. He told Jeanne. because II
made her fear him more. He com.
PEELED her to come to his cabin. He
thought she was his slave, that she
would do anything to be free of him.
He told her Of his plot--how he han
fooled you in the sham fight with one
OF his men-how those men were 60.
ing to attack You a little later, and
how he had intercepted your letter
from Churchill and sent in its place
the other letter which made vour
camp defenseless. He was not afraid
OF her She was in his power, and he
laughed at her horror, and tortured
her as cat will bird. But Jeanne"
spasm OF pain shot over Pierre's
face. Fresh blood dyed his lips, and
shicer ran through his body.
MY God! - water - something
M'sieur," he gasped. "I must 20 on."
Philip raised him again in his arms
He saw MacDougall's head appea,
through the door.
you will rest easier this way, Pi.
ere" he said.
After a few moments Pierre spoke
in a gasping whisper.
You must understand ] must be
qiuck," he said. I'VE could not warn
you OF what Jeanne had discovered
That would have revealed her father
D'Arcambal would have known-every
one. Thorpe plans. to dress his men
like Indians They are to attack your
camp tomorrow night. Ten days ago
we went to the camp Of old Sachigo,