Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-07-11
tContinued from Last Issue)

III al enemy
No better than the others, after
all, Well, we'll! Remark, l beg you,
how history repeats itself-with cer-
tain differences. Because poor Viii
MORN could not bear a vile lie with
which you goaded him, he struck
YOU. Because o n n bear al
equally vile truth which l have ut
tered, you strike me. But always is
the Vileness yours. And now as
then for the striker, there is . :.
He broke off. But there, l will meet
!. you if you desire it, monsieur"
What else do you suppose thai l
' desire? To talk?"
Andre Louis turned to his friends
and sighed. 80 that l am to go an
other iaunt to the Bots. Isaac, per-
with one of these friends of NJ. lie
Marquis. and arrange for nine
o'clock tomorrow, as usual
CHAPTER VIII
Monday morning, at a quarter
past eight, as with lie Chapelier,
Andre Louis was rising from table
to set out for the Bots. his house
keeper startled him by announcing
Mademoiselle de Kercadiou.
He looked at his watch. Although
his cabriolet was already at the door
he had a few minutes to spare. He
excused himself from lie C~hape!ier
and went briskly out to the ante
room.
She advanced to meet him, her
manne eager. almost feverish.
"I will not affect ignorance of why
you have come" he said quickly. to
make short work. But time presses.
and / warn you thai only the moss
solid of reasons can be worth stat
ing"
But Oh. Andre. this meet
ing must not take place." She came
close UP to him, to set her hands
upon his shoulders, and stood so, her
face within a foot of his own.
You know, of course, of some
good reason why it should not?' said
he. e.,
You may be killed" she answered
him, and her eyes dilated as she
spoke.
1t was far from anything that he
had expected that for a he
could only stare at her. Then he
thought he had understood. lie
laughed as he removed her hands
Z from his shoulders, and stepped
\ back. This was a shallow device,
childish and unworthy in her.
Come now" said he. Their IL too
much between La Tour d'Azyr and
me. There is an oath l sWore on the
dead hand of Philippe de Vilmorin.
could never have hoped that God
would afford me so great an oppor-
tunity of keeping it
You have not kept it yet" she
warned him.
lie smiled at her. True" he
said. But nine o'clock will soon be
here. Tell me-" he asked her sud-
denly, why did you not carry this
request of yours to M. de La Tour
d'Azyr?"
Il did" she answered him and
flushed as she remembered her yes
terday's rejection. He interpreted
the flush quite otherwise.
& And he?" he asked.
M. de La Tour d'Azyr's obliga-
tions . :" she was beginning; then
she broke off to answer shortly: on.
he refused"
lie Chapelier put his head in at the
door,.
Forgive the intrusion, But we
shall be late, Andre, unless you
Coming" Andre answered MIN.
IF YOU will await my return, Allne.
you will oblige me deeply"
She did not answer him. She was
HuIllDeu. lie lOoh liSl lNilNS
assent, and, bowling, left her.
Standing there, half-frenzied by
her helplessness, she caught again a
sound of vehicles and hoofs on the
cobbles of the street below. A car
riage was approaching.
She sped to the o of the ante
room, and pulling it wide stood
breathlessly to listen. 1t was a VIC
mans voice asking in urgent tones
for NJ. Andre Louisa voice at first
vaguely familiar, then clearly recog-
niZed. the voice of Nine. de Plou-
gastel.
Excited, she ran to the head of the
marrow staircase in time to heac
Nine. de Plougastel exclaim in agitc-
ton:
"He has gone already! Oh, but how
long since? Which way did he
take 2"
Aline ran down hat steep stair
case, calling:
"Madamel Madame!"
The portly, comely h~ousekeeper
drew aside, and the two ladies faced
each other on that threshold. Nine.
de Plougastel looked white and hag-
gard, a nameless dread staring from
her eyes,.
THE designation If for 9 O'Clock
in the Bots de B~oulogne." Aline in
formed her. Gould we follow?
Could we prevail if we did,"
I'm the Bois!" Madame was flung
into a frenzy. The Bots is nearly
half as large as Paris" But she
swept breathlessly on, Come on,
Aline; get in, get in"
Then to her coachman. ITO the
Bots de Boulogne," she commanded,
"as fast as you can drive. There are
ten pistoles for you if we are in time.
Whip up, man."
She thrust Aline into the carriage,
and sprang after her with the energy
of a girl.
They were speeding through the
open country now. following the
road that continued to hug the river
Mademoiselle broke at last the
silence of hopelessness that had
reigned between them.
But it is long past nine, madame'
Andre would be punctual and these
. affairs do not take long. 1t
-. it will be all over by now"
Madame shivered. Then she put
her head from the window. "a car
riage is approaching" she an
nounced. and her tone conveyed the
thing she feared.
In a cloud of dust an open caleche
was speeding towards them, coming
from the Bots. They watched ii,
both pale, neither ~venturing to
speak, Aline, indeed, without breath
to do so.