Evening journal., 1922-07-25
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each other on that threshold. Nine
de Plougastel looked white and bag
gard, a nameless dread staring from
her eyes.
THE assignation is for mint
o'clock in the Bots de Boulogne.
Aline informed her. Gould we fol
low? Could we prevail If we did ?
I'm the Bois!" Madame was fiunl
into a frenzy. THE Bois. is nearl,
half as far as Paris" But she
swept breathlessly on. Come on
Aline: get in. get I'M"
Then to her coachman. ITO the
Bots de Boulogne." she commanded
"as fast as you, can drive. There
are ten pistoles for you IL we are In
time. Whip up. mani"
She thrust Aline into the carriage
and she 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. II
.... 1t will be all over by now"
Madame shivered. Then she put
her head from the window. A
carriage 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 venturlng TO
speak, Aline. indeed, without breath
to do so.
on the near side sat a swarthy
young gentleman unknown to either
Of the ladies. He was smiling as he
spoke to his companion. A moment
ater and the man sitting beyond
came into view. He was not anil-
ng. His face was white and set.
ana It was the face OF the Marquis
lie La Tour d'Azyr.
For a long moment, in speech-
ess horror. both women stared at
him until. perceiving them. blankest
invaded his stern face.
In that moment, with a long
numbering sigh. Aline sank swoon-
ng 10 the carriage floor behind
Nine. de Plougastel
CHAPTER TX
BY fast driving Andre-Louis had
reached the ground some minutes
ahead Of time. There he found NJ.
lie 10 Tour d'Azyr already awaiting
lin. supported by a NJ. d'Ormesson,
/ swatthy young gentleman in the
,lue uniform of a captain in the
iardes du Corps.
Their preparations were made
uickly and In silence. yet without
Indue haste or other sign Of ner-
business on either side.
"Allez. messieursl"
The slender. wickedly delicate |
ladies' clashed together, and after a !
lomentary glizade were whirling,
Witt and bright as lingtnings, and |
lmost as impossible 10 follow with |
he eye. The Marquis led the at
ack, impetuously and vigorously, |
nd almost at once Andre-Louis |
ealized that he had to deal with an
pponent Of very different mettle |
rom those successive ,duellists Of
lst week. not excluding La Motto
.oyau. Of terrible reputation.
As with a breaking sweep Andre
outs parted the heavy lunge in
-hich that first series Of passes
he actually laughed
eefully. after the fashion Of a boy
a sport he loves.
They settled down again; and
zain-on the principle this time
lat the soundest defense is in at
exit was the Marquis who MADE
.e game. Andre-Louis allowed him
do so. desired him TO do so; de-
red him 10 spend himself and that
speed of his against the
eater speed that whole days or
Dcing in succession for nearly two
,ars had given the master. With
easy pressure Of forte on
ible. Andre-Louis kept himself
implicitly covered in that sscono
,ut which once more eliminated in
lunse.
Expecting 1t now. Andre-Louis
Irried it by no more than a defect
e touch. At the same moment h~
apped suddenly forward right
thin the others guard. thus plac-
& his man so completely at his
ercy that. not even attempt to re-
ver himself.
This time Andre-Douis did not
ugh. He just smiled into the dilat-
g eyes of NJ. de La Tour d'Azyr.
d made no shift to use his advan-
ge.
Come, come. monsieur" he babe
m sharply. Am TO run my
ade through an uncovered mani"
he fell back. whilst his
AIKEN opponent recovered himself
last.
CONTINUED In Our Next Issue.)