The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1919-10-16

CHAPTER XXl-coneinued
It,
| went to New York to get nv
snare. l wasn't going to be ousted. I.
VINO mad been one of the discoveries,
don't know how much Carson Maid
Louis, out L meant to demand half. I
tnougnt he had the money in his
| pocket.
followed him all that afternoon
a1ter he had left Carson's Office. I
Watched him in the street. At night
ne went to room somewhere-at the
top OF a tall building. I followed him.
Wnen got In found q woman there.
Louis was talking to her and threaten
ing ner. He said she was his wife.
how could she be his wife when he
mad married Jacqueline Duchaine?
Il didn't care-it was no business
OF mine. couldn't see them, because
there was curtain in the way. There
was no light in the bedroom. There
was a light in the room in which 7
was / put 1t out, so that neither Of
them should see my face. She might
nave betrayed me, you know, Simon.
He spun round when the light went
out, and pushed the curtain aside. 7
was waiting for that. had calculated
my blow. I stabbed him. It was q
good blow, though it was delivered in
the dark. He only cried out once. But
the woman screamed, and a dog flew
at me, and couldn't find his money.
So ran away.
"And then there were only three of
us who knew the secret. Then Simon
died and there were only two, and now
there are only Hewlett and I, and he
Is dead, poor fool, and have my gold
here. For Gods sake give me q knife,
Simon!"
His fingers tore at my sleeve in his
last agony, and was tempted sorely.
And it was his own knife that I had.
The irony Of It'll
He muttered once or twice and cried
out in fear Of the man whom he had
slain. heard him gasp little later.
Then the hand fell from my sleeve.
And after that there was no further
sound.
"Paul!"
1t was the merest whisper from the
wall. I thought it was a trick Of my
own mind. dared not hope.
paul! Dearest!"
This was no fancy born Of a de-
llriOus brain and the thick fumes of
dynamite. It came from the wall a
little way ahead Of me. crawled the
three feet that the little cave afforded
and put my hands upon the rock, feel
ing its surface inch by inch. There
was crevice there, not large enough
to have permitted a bird to pass-the
merest assure.
"Jacqueline! Is that you, dear?"
called. "YOu are not hurt, Jacqueline?"
II am lying where you left me, dear.
Paul, II heard"
"You heardT I answered DULY.
What did it matter now?
"Why didn't you tell me, Paul? But
never mind. I am so glad, dearest
Can you come through to me?"
I struggled to tear the rocks away;
I beat and bruised my hands in vain
against them.
II will come when it grows light,
Jacuueline," babbled. "When it
grows light"
She did not know that it would never
grow light for me. Again I flung my
self against the walls of my prison,
battering at them till the blood dripped
from my hands. Again and again
flung myself down hopelessly, and
then I tried again, c1utching at every
fragment that protruded into the cave.
And at last, when my despair had
mastered met grew light.
For a sunbeam shot like a finger |
through the crevice and quivered upon |
the floor Of the cave. And overhead, |
where I had never thought to seek, |
where I had thought three hundred
feet Of eternal rock pressed down on
me, I saw the culver of day through |
half dozen feet of tight-packed debris
from the glaciers nor h.
I raised myself ard tore at it and
sent it flying. tt: ust my hands among
the stones ard tore them down like
the tiles from a rotten roof.
I heard a shout; hands were reached
down to me and pulled me up, and
was on my feet upon hillside, look
ing into the keen eyes of Pere Antoine
and the face of the Indian squaw.
And the Eskimo dog was barking at
my side.
Only one thing married the happi-
ness of our reunion, and that was the
loss of Jacqueline's father. ~
We had talked much over what had
and ten days later, when
Jacuuelfne had recovered from the
shock and from what proved to be,
after all, only a f1esh-wound, we had
visited the scene of our rescue by the
old priest.
The charge Of dynamite which La