Evening journal., 1922-07-29
Confined From Our Last Issnc.)

Confined From Our Last Issuc.)
NJ. de La Tour d'Azyr stood Their
by the table very erect and dignified
ready to perish as he lived-withou
fear and without deception.
Andre-Louis came slowly forward
until he reached the table on tn,
other side and then at last the
muscle Of his set face relaxed, and
he laughed
"You laugh ?" said NJ. de La Tour
d'Azyr, frowning, offended.
you have surprised me into it.
give you three minutes, monsieur,
in which TO leave this house. and 20
take your own measures for your
safety"
"Waitl Listenl" Madame was
painting. She fung away from Andre
Louis, as II moved by some Fremont
ton fwhat was coming. "Gervais!
This is horrihlei"
Horrible. perhaps. but inevitable.
am a man in despair. the fugitive
of a lost cause. That man holds the
KEYS of escape. Besides, between
him and me there is reckoning TO
be paid"
His hand came from beneath his
coat, and It came armed With a
pistol.
Nine. de Plougastel screamed. and
flung herself upon him. On her
knees now. she chung to his arm
with all her strength and might
vainly he sought to shake himself
free Of that desperate clutch.
But Andre-Louis had taken advan-
tage Of that moment of NJ. de la
Tour d'Azyr's impotence TO draw
nistol in his turn. stand away, ma
dame
Far from obeying that imperious
command. Nine. de Plougastel rose
70 her feet 10 cover the Marcus
with her body. But she still chung
10 his arm. chung 10 II with I'M
suspected strength that continued 70
prevent him from attempting 10 use
he pistol.
He is your father. Andrel Ger
ais. he Is your son-our soni The
etter there on the table
. my Cod" And she slipped ner-
gously 10 the ground. and crouched
hers sobbing az the rect Of N. de
Tour d'Azyr.
CHAPTER XIII
Across the body of that con-
llsively sobbing woman. the
mother Of one and the mistress OF
the other. the eyes OF those mortal 1
enemies met invested with a start
led. appalled, interest that admitted
of no words.
NJ. de La Tour d'Azyr was the
irst 10 stir. Into his bewildered mind S
zane the memory of something that {
Nine. d. Plougastel had said of a ]
letter that was on the table. He e
,ame forward, unhiDdered. He walk
ed unsteadily past this new-found
son of his, and took up the sheet n
hat lay beside the candle-branch. A 6
ong moment he stood reading it,
one needing him. 4
NJ. de La Tour d'Azyr read the I
ter slowly through. Then very \
ietly he replaced II. Then he n
pped back TO Nine. de Plougasters I
and stopped to raise her
Why was never told? Why did
tell me that this child had died
ew days after birth"
I was afraid. - / thought .,
better so-that nobody, nobody. -
4 even you. should know. There I.
as Plougastel; there was my fam =
~"
Through the windows open to the 4,
arden came from the distance the y
amt throbbing OF a drum TO remind y
nem OF what was happening around "
hem. At last Andre-Louis began TO 81
peak. his voice level and unut'er- al
.bly cold.
M. de La Tour d'Azyr," he said, Il "
rust that youl agree that this dis ei
closure alters nothing since It effaccs y
lothing Of all that lies between US. ~
And yet Oh. but what can II
wall 10 talk Here. monsieur. take y
his safe-conduct which is made out y"
or Nine. de Plougasters footman.
nd with II make your escape as best q. a.
GU can. In return / will beg OF you y.
be favor never to allow me TO see
on or hear of you again" O..
The Marquis rose slowly to his =,
,et again. He came slowly forward, in
is smouldering eyes scanning his ~
ms face. o.
You are hard" he said srimly.
But 1 recognize the hardness. II
rives from the blood you bear" OF
Spare me that" said Andre Louis
NJ. de La Tour considered him m
avely, sadly. in silence for a mo- b.
mt. in
He turned to Nine. de PlougasteL II
'Goodby, Thereser His voice IA
IKE. He had reached the end Of