The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-04-10

pass between these two. Then l saw
Michael shake his head.
She turned and rode slowly after
Janet, but refined in her horse scarce
ly twenty PAGES away. Michael rode
up to my side. He had dropped his
weapon back into the loose pocket of
his ridingcoat :. He was at my
mercy, and he knew it. Yet, rightly
enough, he had no fear.
! Norman Greyes,' he said, this
! is the end of our duel, for | have
/ finished with life as you and under
stand life. Fate has made US enc
mics. Fate might more than once
/ have given either Of US the others
( life. Those things are finished"
"You speak as though you were
making voluntary retirement-yet
how can you hope to escapc?"
asked him. There is price upon
your head wherever you turn"
IL am not here to speak about my
self" he answered indiffercntly. 81
want word with you about that
girl"
about Beatrice Kindcrslcy?'
Eyes"
what can you have to say about
her" l demanded, puzzled, al
though the memory of that look was
still with me.
"Never mind .. You know life,
Greyes. You know that the creates.
Of us arc great because Of our fol-
lies. That girl is the folly of my
later life. There is touch Of
romance in her, a sentiment For
Gods sake, Grcycs, don't sit and
look at me like craven image! Be
n human being and say that you UNI
derstand."
remembered that look, and I
nodded. 81 understand" said. eco
on
Tell her, then, for the love OF
heaven, swho and what / am. Tell
her that | have wives living, women
whom | have deceived in every quar-
ter Of the globe. Tell her that a
pcIiceman's hand upon my shoulder
would mean the gallows in England
or the electric chair in America.
Strip off the coverings. Show her
the raw truth. Tell her that l am a
criminal ut heart from the sheer love
of crime"
"I'll tell her what you say" |
promised.
damn it, mani" he answered pas
sionatcly, as he turned his head to
windward for a moment and swung
round his horse. Tell her nothing
from me; tell her from yourself!
You know the truth, if any man
does. Give her pain, if you must
Show her the ugly side. As man To
man, Grcyes, enemy to enemy, swear
that you will do this
. 81 swear" ! answered.
He must have touched his horse
with his whip, unseen by me, fol
; the words had scarcely left my lips
before he was galloping away, max
ing for the loneliest and blcakest
| part Of the moor. l heard a stifleo
, cry from Beatrice, cry that Was
almost a sob.
Michael Takes Up tho Story.
lunched one Sunday morning n
the Cafe de Paris with my frient
V Castor Lcfcvre, the wellknown in
l surancc agent. of the Rue Scribe;
0 luncheon specially planned to cclc
bratc the winding-up of one of tn.
$ greatest coups of our partnership.
0 "You must now be a very wealth:
IL man, my friend" Lefevre said to mi
n a trifle enviously.
e 81 have enough" answered. "a
o a matter of fact, that is one of tn
e reasons why / have decided to lev.
S no more contributions upon the fool
Of the world"
"You are not going to retire?" lie
!, fevrc cried in Il tone of alarm.
l absolutely" l assured him. ''
have burned all my boats in Eng
j land, destroyed all ciphers, sealed u
e my secret places of refuge and SAT-
u goodby to all my friends"
:, Continued in Our Next Issue.)