Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-11-25
QriumphS ofA
MJonquezleX
by MELVILLE DAWSON Posi- =
70 1900 NEA Service. Inc.

infuriated creature was in action.
What followed seemed 10 attend
with an equal swiftness. The two
| footmen of the Princess Kitzenof
were over the PROSTATE figure. In
stantly his hands and feet were Sc
cured; a gag was in his mouth, and
they had removed him.
1t was all like a fawless scene in
a drama, rehearsed to a perfection
of detail. In thirty seconds it was
ended.
Monsieur" said the woman in
the chair. you are very clever, and
your agents : perfect"
She did not move during the
whole violence of the scene and her
voice was now in nc whit changed.
1t was the same detached, unemo-
tional voice. She removed her
hands from the arms of the chair
and extended them, the slender
wrists together.
DO you wish me, also, to accept
Monsieur Jonquelle did not at
once reply.
He went back to his chair. He
lighted a cigaret, and he remained
for some moments like a man at
ease. Then he spoke.
Tell me. madame" he said, why
did you destroy this house In the
Faubourg st. Germain?"
The woman replaced her hands on
the arms of the chair.
MONSIEUR she said, Eat the end
of life, in the face of a death that is
inevitable. 1 have suddenly come to
realize a thing that has been an in
scrutSble mystery to me-"
She extended her hand on which
was a plain, narrow, worn, gold
band.
This bracelet" she said, worth
perhaps, a dozen francs, was given
to me by Paul Verlain, a boy who
loved me. He was killed at the
Marne."
She moved her hand, taking up
an immense necklace of pearls.
matched and priceless. that hung al
most to her knees.
This necklace" she said, twas
given me by Count de Lamare. He
was killed in the great allied ad-
vance on the Somme."
She extended her hand to include
the place about her.
This villa" she said, "Was given
me by the Marquis de Nord. He
died at Verdun."
She paused.
Monsieur" she said, 81. a child
of Montmatre, an apache, called
'Casque dor from the effect OF my
yellow hair, which 1 have been
taught to put up as though it were
the head-dress of Minerva: /. who
had faith in nothing, realized tnat
these men-Paul Verlain, who loved
me, and who also loved life; Count
de Lamare, who loved me, and who
also loved pleasure; the Marquis de
Nord, who loved me, and who also
loved power-these men loved some
thing more than me. or life, or
pleasure, or power; loved it infinite
ly more; loved it beyond any meas
ure of comparison, for they left
these things and went eagerly to
death for it.
81 thought about it, monsieur. 1t
obsessed me-"
She suddenly rose as with a single
gesture, as though she had been
lifted to her feet by invisible hands.
Then suddenly, monsieur, with
a flash of vision on that night when
| was alone in the house in the
Faubourg st. German, I under
oLOOu LAA9 LliAh5- Co" nat 49,
work in which Monsieur billiard was
enGaged-that the prints with which
the house was literally packed
would help to destroy the very thing
which these men, Paul V~erlain,
Count de Lamare, and the Marquis
de Nord. had given their lives to
save"
She spoke with a sudden, eager
vigor.
TT would help to destroy France
and therefore. I took a candle in
my hand and burned it. Do you
know what the valuable prints were
with which this house in the Eau
bourge st. German was crowded on
that night?"
"I do" replied Monsieur Jonquelle.
"Or I should not have taken these
elaborate precautions to secure the
American, billiard.
1.-THE house in the Faubourge st.
German was packed with counter
felt notes of all the high denomina-
ton paper currency of the French
Republic. printed. by this man, from
plates etched by the German en-
graver, Wagenheim Of Munich"
""The Girl in the Picture" another
brilliant triumph of NJ. Jonquelle,
will begin in our next issue.