Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1923-03-31

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dressed ever fer a :sSr5er. Yet
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never glanced again II p:y digrct!ca,
I knew th9t 30 had re5lgG;zz=: las.
l made my way 20 wheca Id7GisA SRs
standing, aad touched aac On t,o
arm.
Look there" 7 sa!3, G:,e.,s.4.rsy hs~
attention cautiously teGald tie
lounging figure.
She looked at him fcr Il rroment
without interest. Thea sI&dsnly the
change came into her t&ce. She
clutched at my arm.
There is danger" she muttered.
''He has been obliged 10 Zee. Alas,
our week at the Villa exists 10
longer"
A moment afterward, there was
a movement toward the gangway. I
followed the others off the ship, and
waited until a magnihcent.looking
functionary. smelling OF garlic, had
made mystic signs with a piece OF
chalk upon my modest trunk. The
porter shouldered It and turned to
7me fer Instructions.
"A carnage to the Hotel splen.
dide," / directed.
l was on me point of entering It
when 1 felt touch upon my arm.
"ITe insists upon seeing you," she
whispered in a low tone. where
are you going?"
ITO the Hotel splendlde." tod
her with a sinking heart.
Il shall fetch you tonight at six
o'clock"
why does Michael want to see
me?" 1 asked reluctantly.
"One does not ask Michael ques.
TONS" she answered with a sheer.
You should have found that out by
this time"
l felt as though al Ugly cloud
were looming over this wonderful
holiday of mine, and l spent a rest
less and unsatisfactory afternoon. At
six o'clock Louisa came for mo in
small fiacre, and we drove slowly
and with horrible jolts into one of
the foulest seacoast slums one could
imagine. I began to feel fear.
Where are we going?" I demand
ed.
ITO the only place where Michael
can hide in safety" Louisa replied.
Even the police Of Marseilles would
scarcely dare to seek him here"
We stopped at last a: the end of a
dark and narrow street, a place so
squalid and unsevory that / hest.
tated to leave the vehicle. Louisa,
however, elbowed me out and half.
pushed, half-conducted me along an
entry. with high wall on either
side, a Shiny. place with the swish Of
waves distinctly audible At the ex.
treme end she pushed open a door on
the left-hand side. We found our.
selves in cafe OF the poorest class,
with sanded floors and iron table. A
woman. fat and with a hldeous face,
stood behind the bar.
Louisa went straight TO tho wo.
man and whispered in ,he2 ear. The
woman, who had at least three or
four chins, nodded ponderously and
smiled, showing a row OF yellow, dis.
2olored teeth. She glanced cautious.
" around the place. as though TO
make sure that no stranger was
amongst her clientele. Then. with a "a
lat, beringed finger, she beekoned us
behind the counter and led Us down
some steps, along q passage, into a
iomber and fearsome-looking apart
nent tawdrily furnished, with
tracked Silt mirror upon the mantei.
2iece, walls reelIing with damp, and
some violet plush chairs Of incredible
'habbines. In the corner was a bed.
IND upon It Michael was seated, still
n his disguise Of a FreNch ouvrier.
'ut with a new look upon his face-
ne hunted, desperate look of q man
1t bay.
"You DEVIL" he said to me slowly
ind men9cing1y. 'It is you who
nave brought your damned lover.
policeman heren'
ut is false" I replied. II came to
Iarseilles for a holiday only"
"A holiday" Michael repeated bit.
erly.
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