The Daily Alaska empire., 1930-06-10

to the Island. But ms lear Of thOS(
 little ones monsieur sent to He al Diable becomes an obession-a spec. ter that sits in his heart. They vii escape - c'est certainel If the, should find him his soul become
 dust. Clearly, his new personalit
 must be a mask through whic'
 none shall see-none but Monsieu
 Anatole Flique, perhaps, and he iS
 on the other side of the earth.
 What shall it be- An, he vii
 become Professeur Herbert Johns scholar and student of the eye ot
 the jellyfish. Destiny could re-
 strain it's mirth no longer. Int obsession of M Johns-how you say ?-materialized: those little ones. le Balafre and Ciceron Bee cast off their bonds And then he takes courage. Only monsieur knows. Monsieur will not tell. And | then Destiny laughs again. Madame sends her writing to the Marseilles journals. It is printed and madame has her clippings, no doubt, and monsieur finds one of them"
 T intended that he should" Mrs. Parados said.
 That was my belief, madame, ' Flique said. What does monsieur do with his clippings? Monsieur has a passion to nourish fear in the hearts Of those around him. Mad anne Parados, M. Annersley, Lum We, Mile. Jahries-they will tell me what monsieur did with his clip ping. He presented it to M. le Pro- fesseur.
 "Ah, it is the grand joke! That imbecile Lacote building his citadel of jellyfish eyes and lettuce for rabbits, and he, Dan Parados, with q snap of the finger accomplishing its ruin!
 Why should he not tell those little ones, le Balafre and Ciceron Bee, if they come to San Lucas, that M. le Professeur, the authority on the eye of the jellyfish, was their little playmate? Eh, what is that? They will ayenge themselves on monsieur? Let they try that monkey business. Nothing can harm monsieur. Does not the little green god live in his house? While that is there nothing can harm him!
 "Mcnsieur's faith is magnificent. Well, he is not the first to put his trust in that phoenix of jade But that joke on M le Professeur! So loud is monsieur's laugh that he does not hear the chuckle of Des- tiny.
 "It was the citadel that infamous Lacote had built around himself, not the fort of San Lucas, that monsieur threatened to destroy. M. He Professeur thought he would and that was enough. Had not le Balafre and Ciceron Bee sat in his heart for 25 years. Monsieur is the only one who knows! It is an acid on his brain. And so he pre- pares his weapon and his alibi no one shall break no one but Anatole Flique. Afterwards, he will go away.
 Tt was crowded, monsieur's last hour, for Lum We and M. Anners- ley, and madame also would have a part in it. But what of that, ask you? Has not Destiny a fondness for crowding her hours of reckon ing? And so, mes amis, Destiny laughed again and monsieur's reel ceased to spin, for the thread was broken ."
 We were silent for a minute or 1.-two.
 "Messieurs ct mesdames," Flique continued, it is not possible for a man to hide the light of himself behind a mask every minute of the hour. The mask will slip. So it was with M. le Professeur. He had a passion for all living things, yet he forgot the goldfish in his pool! He was notable scientist, yet he as sured me that he had not the French. And then, when I spoke to him in the French, understanding was in his eyes. That was negli- gent!
 M. Johns was on top of the is- land yesterday and he saw those little ones, le Balafre and Ciceron Bee, with the glasses. Had he not been watching? They had come for him and M. Johns made up his mind with quickness. This eve ming he slipped away and found them and Destiny laughed again That is all .. -"
 Samuels shook the little mans hand.
 You've done a good job, Flique," he muttered huskily.
 Flique bowed and twirled his mustache. T am the principal