The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1922-09-02

dately to Mira Jennings, who re-
ceived me with both hands out
stretched
You are pleased to SEE ms.
heinz"
Teggie glanced at me as he sound
ed this impudent exaggeraton Of my
pronunciation. then continued: Bet.
~ few INTO my arms. crying: !
knew you'd come again
1t was rather an awkward mo-
ment. but I managed to whisper I
was still a secret. and We all sat
down TO tea Afterwards gave
Jetsarn to the kid. and they were
sent off 10 make friends In the gar
den. Then her mother began: I still
have bone to pick with you. NJ
Ferrand'
Il shrugged my shoulders" Teg-
gle glanced at me again. 1t seems
her quarrel was that I. the greatest
detective in the world, hadn't yet
caught the escaped criminal. was
about to defend myself when we
heard a shout from Betty. Num-
mic. come quick; Jetsams run away
10 Miss Wa!kover,'
"Of course, the kid had often seen
me at Babine House, and Jetsam
had played our game TO perfection.
Your bit now, | think"
Jean Murray took up the tale. Il
threw Jetssm back over the fence
and bolted Far of heard the lady
cry: Catch her. catch him. for Gods
sake. NJ. Fcrrand,' Then Ttgsie
naturally rushed after me. pock-
eted my spectacles. put on n veil.
and we came back by tube. That's
ALL"
All! All!
II was a night OF singular beauty
when Teggie and found ourselves
at last on the Elusive. The Haviland
Murrays were still my guests In
town. Once had escorted the GRIM
inal TO his destination. which nat
urally conceal was to hurry back
TO assure them, AS I now assure you.
OF his safe disappearance.
Just before our parting he began.
speaking with difficulty: Il wonder.
sir, whether marriage with a man
nearly a quarter nf Il century oder
than oneself WOULD Of necessity
make II woman as sour US Bettys
Mother"
My heart lcaped to my throat Did
1, IVsnn L. /, Ia
one. the faithful. the adorable Getty?
Gould ! now dare 10 think he was
not my rival?
"Jenn asked me to tell YOU he
continued. staring upwards that
shes going To let her hair grow
again. You're not TO think her con-
ceitcd, but she says its really rather
better than that wig you're SO keen
on"
am not sentimental. not accus-
."ri.cu 10 weep. but at that moment
found it impossible to speak
Love. love-thou art the strongest
OF human cmotions-tlle most con-
Quering--and yet at the very summit
Of my JOY | was assailed by another
sentiment nearly as powerful. and 7
said to Teggie. who was about to bid
me adieu: Mon ami. there Is still
one thing | deeply wish 10 know
What is that?' he asked In sur
prise.
1T concerns subject which has
always been OF the most profound
interest to me-heredity. have
studied the works Of biologists, psy-
biologists. philosophers. naturalists.
thcOlosians; facts and theories, Oar
win and Bersson: but the human
species itself under tho naked eye
andSthe microscopy
Teggie glanced at his watch. and I
finished in haste: You have neither
told ME your real name nor the ma
tionality of your parents"
My real name he replied at
once. is Smith-John William
Smith. My fathers nationality you
will now probably guess. AS TO my
mother. that woman Of peace came
OF fighting race. can say no
more-it is Il secret ] refuse 10
share: there is enough prejudice
against me already"
ran over in my minds eye the
most unfavoured nations. Could she
have been Jewess? All. no, Jews
are seldom Catholics; and. excellent
~ as they acquitted themselves in
the great war. not pre-eminent!y
fighters. An Armenian? ImpossI-
bic. Was she then all? But
dared speculate no further. There
are some subjects no reasonable man
cares to think about-impossible
subjects, although. as write. they
are still subjects Of the greatest Emu
pire in the world.
Il must 60" said Tessie. making
a serious effort 10 be calm. M. Fer
rand stephen Tresenna will never
know how to thank YOU"
Paul Ferrand." rejoined. also
greatly moved, rs thrown overheard,
my friend He shall forever rest at
the bottom ~ the ocean"
Then let stephen Tresenna shase
his fate" cried Tegsie. You are
now. sir----'
"Lcmaitre de Finesse. at your
service
fancied he was a little disap-
pointed. but he cried with spirit:
Then 7. sir, leave this tale as
came INTO it. You must now Did Z
last farewell TO the Man Behind the
Tinted Glasses"
THE ENID