Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1919-08-22
CHAPTER xxl-contInued.

Louis, but meant to demand half. l
thought he had the money in his
pocket.
Il followed him all that afternoon
after he had left Carson's office. /
watched him in the street. At night
he went to a room somewhere-at the
top OF tall building. l followed him.
When got In found a woman there.
Louis was talking to her and threaten
ing her. He said she was his wife.
How could she be his wife when he
had married Jacqueline Duchaine7
Il didn't care-lt was no business
Of mine. couldn't see them, because
there was q curtain in the way. There |
was no light in the bedroom. There
was a light In the room in which
was. I put it out, so that neither Of |
them should see my face. She might |
have betrayed me. you know, Simon.
"He spun round when the light went |
cut, and pushed the curtain aside.
was waiting for that. had calculated |
my blow. ] stabbed him. 1t was a |
good blow. though 1t was delivered in
the dark. He only cried out once. But
the woman screamed, and a dog flew
Mt me. and couldn't find his money.
SO i 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 l, and he
Is dead. poor fool, and have my gold
here. For Gods sake give me knife,
Simon r. rb.
His fingers tore at my sleeve In his
last agony. and was tempted sorely.
And It was his own knife that / had.
The irony of III
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.
"PauIr'
II was the merest whisper from the
wall. / thought 1t was trick of my
own mind. dared not hope.
'Paull Dearest"
This was no fancy born of a de-
lirious brain and the thick fumes of
dynamite. It came from the wall
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 bird to pass-the
merest fissure.
"Jacquelinel Is that you, dear7' i
called. "You are not hurt, JacquelineT
II am lying where you left me, dear.
Paul. ~ heard"
"You heardY answered duly.
What did it matter now2
"Why didn't you tell me, Paul7 But
never mind am so glad, dearest
Can you come through to meT
struggled to tear the rocks away !;
I beat and bruised my hands in vain
against them.
II will come when 1t grows light.
Jacquellne." babbled. "When it
grows lightr'
She did not know that 1t would never
grow light for me. Again flung my
self agninst the walls of my prison,
battering at them till the blood dripped
from my hands. Again and again l
flung myself down hopelessly. and
then tried again, clutchlng at every
fragment that protruded into the cave.
And at last, when my despair had
mastered met grew light.
For 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 / had thought three hundred
feet Of eternal rock pressed down on
me, saw the quiver Of day through
half dozen feet Of tight-packed debris
from the glaciers mouth.
/ raised myself and tore at It and
sent It flying. thrust my hands among
the stones and tore them down like
the tiles from a rotten roof.
heard a shout hands were reached
down to me and pulled me up, and
was on my feet upon a hillside, look
ing into the keen eyes Of Pere Antoin,
and the face of the Indian squaw.
And the Eskimo dog was barking a
my side.
Only one thing marred the happl
ness Of our reunion, and that was tn
loss OF Jacquellne's father.
We had talked much over what ha
happened, and ten days later. whe
Jacaueline had recovered from tn
shock and from what proved to b.
after all, only a flesh-wound. we ha
visited the scene Of our rescue by tn
old priest.
The charge Of dynamite which L,
croix had set exploded. as It happened
beneath that part which buttressed III
entire structure. and combining wit
the pressure Of the glacier above, ha
thrown the mountain on its side, I'll
ing the lake with several million TOT
OF ice and obllterating all traces Of u
chateau, which lay buried beneath i
waters. H
That was Pere Antoine's explain
tion. and we realized at once that
was useless to search for Charles d
chaine. The whole aspect OF the r
T1on had been changed; there WI
neither glacier nor cataract, and Il
lake. swollen to twice its size al
height. slept peacefully beneath
covering of Ice and snow.
When we returned to the. cabin '
were amazed to see sleigh standil
outside. and dogs feeding. Two M
were seated at the priests tab
smoking.
'Diable, monsieur, don't you ke
70 stove in your houseT' shouted we
known voice TO Pere Antoine. The
as Jacquellne and l approached t
entrance, the man turned and spra
toward us with outstretched han
that gripped ours and wrung them
we cried out In pain.
IL was Alfred Dubois.
But 1 was stupeied to see the s.
ond man who rose and advanced
ward me with a shrewd smile. For
was Tom Carsonl
Presently was telling l1y story
except for that part which more
timately concerned myself and Jacq