The Connecticut labor press., 1919-06-21

 world depended on my awakening from the bonds of sleep.
 It would be so easy to sink down into a deeper slumber, where even the changing of the anvil beneath those hammer strokes would no longer be heard; but against this was the im- perative need to save-not the world now, but
 The name was as sweet as honey upon my lips. It was something worth living for. It was-Jacqueline
 That name-Annette-Je Jacqueline!
 I had gone back to my rooms and saw a body upon the floor. Jacqueline had killed somebody, and must save her!
 Suddenly I realized that my eyes were wide open and that I was star ing at the moon over the housetops. With consciousness came pain. My head throbbed almost unbearably, and was stiff with cold. I raised myself weakly, and then became aware that somebody was bending over me.
 It was a roughly dressed, rough looking denizen of the low quarter into which had strayed.
 ''Diable! thought you were dead !'' I could make out amid the stream of his dialect, but the remainder of his speech was beyond my understanding.
 looked around in bewilderment.
 ''Where am I?' asked, still bound by that first memory of New York.
 ''In Sous-le-Cap, m'sieur," answered the man.
 felt in my pocket for my watch and drew 1t out. It was strange that the men had not robbed me, but I SUD- pose they had become terrified at their work and had run off. However did not think of that at the time.
 It was a few minutes past eight. And the boat sailed at nine. I must have lain stunned in Sous-Ie-Cap street for an hour and half, at least, and only the supreme necessity of awakening, realized through uncon- sciousness, had saved me from dying under the snows.
 found that I could walk, and hay ing explained to the man that wished to go to the Chateau, was taken by him to the top of a winding road, near at hand, from which could see my destination at no great distance from me.
 Dismissing my friendly guide and sending him back rejoicing with lib- eral largesse, hurried as quickly as I could make my way until burst into the Chateau at half past the hour. must have presented a dreadful spectacle, for my hair and collar were matted with blood, and I saw the guests stare and shrink from me. The clerk came toward me and stopped me at the entrance to the elevator.
 ''Where Is Miss HewlettT' I gasped.
 Didn't you meet her? She left here nearly an hour ago."
 caught him by the arm, and I think he imagined that was going to seize him by the throat also, for he backed away from me, and saw a look of fear come into his eyes.
 ''Your friend came for her and said that you had met with an accident" |" the clerk continued. "She went with him at once. He took her away fin a sleigh. was sure that you had missed her when you came in."
 But already I was half way across the hall and running for the door. I raced wildly across the court and toward the terrace.
 The meaning of the scheme was clear. Jacquel1ne was on Captain Du- hamePs boat, which sailed at nine, and only twenty minutes remained to me.
 had underestimated Leroux's shrewdness. He must have tele- graphed instructions from New York before my train was out of the country, secured the boat, laid his plans during his journey northward, and had me struck down while Jacqueline was stolen from my care. I should have read him better. had always daw- dled. I trusted to the future instead of acting. What chance had I against a mind like his?
 I must have been running aim1essly up and down the terrace, b1indly searching for a road down to the lower town, for a man seized me by the sleeve and I looked into the face of the hotel clerk again.
 '"This way!" he said, and hurried me LO d SOIL O1 SuD"dy ShIA anu uOWu flight of steps. Before me saw the turnstile which led to a cable railway.
 He paid my fare and thrust me into a car. A boy came, to close the lat ticed door.
 The car glided down the cliff and stopped a few seconds later. emerged through another turnstile and found myself in the lower town again at the foot of the precipice, above which rose the Chateau with it's im- posing facade, the ramparts and the towering citadel.
 I reached the wharf and raced along the blanks. I was in time, although the engines were throbbing in the Sainte-Vierge. But it was not she, but the dark Claire I sought at that mo- ment, and dashed toward her.
 A man barred my approach. He caught me in his strong arms and held me fast.
 "Diable! Are you mad, monsieur?" he burst out as continued to struggle. And then I recognized my captor as Captain Dubois.
 "Jacqueline is on the CIairew I cried, trying to make him understand. "They took her there. They
 Tt is all right" answered Dubois, holding me with one hand, while with Al L,o