The Elbert County tribune., 1919-08-29
CHAPTER XXI.

Tho End Of tho Chateau.
Darkness impenetrable about me.
and a thick air that I breathed with
great gaspe that hardly brought relief
to my choking throat. And q voice
out Of the darkness crying csaselessly
In my ears:
"Help mel Help mer
raised myself and tried to struggle
to my feet. found that could move
MY limbs freely. tried to rise upon
my knees. but the roof struck my head.
stretched ray arms out. and touched
the wall on either side Of me.
I must have been stunned by the
concussion of the landslide. By q
miracle had not been struck.
"Help mel Help mel"
tried to find the voice. crawled
three feet toward 1t, and the wall
stopped me. But the voice was there.
1t came from under the wall. felt
about me in the darkness. and my
!! hand touched something damp.
whipped 1t back in horror. 1t was the
face Of a man.
There was only the face. Where the
body and limbs ought to have been was
only rock. The face was on my side
Of wall of rock, pinning down the
body that lay outstretched beyond.
recognized the voice now. It was
that Of Philippe Lacroix.
"Ah. mon Dieui Help mo Help
mel"
BE continued to repeat the words in
every conceivable tone. and his suffer
ing was pitiable. felt one hand come
through the tiny opening In the wall
i and grasp at me.
"Who Is it7" he mumbled. 'fIs that
you. Hewlettf For Gods sake. kill
mel"
crouched beside him. but did not
know what to say or do. could only
wait there. that he might not die alone.
"Give me knifei" he mumbled
again; clutching at me. "a knife.
HEWLETT Don't leave me to die like
thisl Bring Pere Antoine and my
| her"
| He muttered in his delirium until
his voice died away. thought that he
would never speak again. But present
ly he seemed to revive again to the
consciousness Of his surroundings.
"Are you with me. Hewlettr he
whispered.
| I placed my hand In his, and he
clutched at 1t with feverish force.
"You will have the gold, Hewlett"
he muttered. apparently ignorant that
better plight. "I tried to kill you, Hew-
lett. Are you going to leave me to die
alone In the dark nowT
"No," answered. 'It doesn't mat.
ter. Lacroix." And, really, It did not
matter.
'T wanted to kill you." his voice
rambled on. 'Tacroix Is dead. ]
watched him die. I thought if-you
died, too. no one but I would know the
secret OF the gold. I tried to murder
you. blew up the tunnelw
He paused, and heard him gasp
for breath. His fingers clutched at my
coat sleeve again and hooped them
selves round mine like claws OF steel.
'T had a knife-once," he resumed.
relapsing into his delirlum; "but left
| 1t behind me and the police got 1t.
Isn't 1t odd, Leroux," he rambled OF,
''that one always leaves something be-
hind when one has killed man? But
the newspapers made no mention about
the knife. You didn't know he was
dead did you, Leroux, for all your
cleverness, until that fool Hewlett left
that paper upon the table? You knew
enough to send me to jail, but you
didn't know that 1t was who killed
him. Help mel" He screamed hor-
ribly. "He is here, looking Mt mel
"There is nobody here. Philippe"
l said. trying to soothe his agony of
soul. What poor and stained soul
1t was, travelling into the next world
alonel "There is nobody but me, Phil
ippe"
"You lie" he raved. Louis Is here
He has come for mel He deserved to
die. He tricked me after we had found
the gold. He tricked me twice. He
told Leroux. thinking that he would
win his gratitude and get free from
the mans power. And the second time
he told Carson. Then there were three
of US in the secret"
"What did you dor" asked, though
it was like conducting post-mortem
upon a murderer's corpse.
CTO BE CONTINUED.)
Our country's Birth.