The Coos Bay times., June 07, 1907, Daily Edition, Page 3, Image 3

THE DAILY .COOg, BAY TDIE3, MARSHFIELD, OREGON, FRIDAY, JUNE 7, 1007
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REFUGEES
Bg A. CONAN DOYLE,
Author of "The Return of Sherlock Holmes"
COPYRIGHT, 1393. BY
(Continued from Thursday.)
n. umii van xuruugn nor ncrrcs. mmi
or what could ho be, this silent man?
Tbcn suddenly it struck her that ho
might bo dumb.
'Tcrhaps monsieur is nfllictod," sho
said. 'Tcrhaps monsieur cannot speak,
jf that bo tho cause of your silence,
will you raise your hand, and I shnll
understand." He sat rigid and silent.
Then a sudden mad fear came upon
her. shut up In the dark with this
c, dj&adful, voiceless tiling. Sho screamed
in her terror and strove to pull down
"the window and open tho door. But
a grip of steel closed suddenly round
her wrist nnd forced her back Into her
scat. TJicjwero nlrcady out on the
countrygirads far beyond Versailles.
It was darker than before, heavy clouds
had banked over the heavens, and tho
rumbling of thunder was heard low
down on the horizon.
The lady lay back panting upon the
leather cushions of tho carriage. She
was a bravo woman, and yet this sud
den, strange horror coming upon her at
the moment 'when sho was weakest hud
shaken her to the soul. Sho crouched
in tho corner, staring across with eyes
which were dilated with terror at tho
figure on tho otber side. If he would
but say something. Any revelation,
any menace, was better than this si
lence. . i
"Sir," AM she, "there Is some mis
take here, i do not know by what
right you prevent mo from pulling down
the window and giving my directions
to tho coachman."
He said nothing.
"I repeat, sir, that there Is some mis
take. This is tbe carriage of my broth
er, M. do Vivonne, and bo is not a man
who will allow his sister to be treated
icourteously."
,jfew heavy drops of rain splashed
lst one window. The clouds were
and denser. She had quite lost
lof that motionless figure, but it
hll tbe more terrible to her now
flt was unseen. She screamed
sheer terror.
sir," she cried, clutching forward
i her hands and grasping his sleeve,
you frighten me. You terrify me. I
have never harmed you. Why should
you wish to hurt an unfortunate wo
man? Oh, speak to me, for God's sake,
speak!"
Still the patter of rain upon the win
dow and no other sound save her own
sharp breathing. ,
"Perhaps you do not know who I
am?" sho continued, endeavoring to as
sume her usual tone of command, and
talking now to an absolute and Im
penetrable darkness. "You may learn
when It Is too late that you have
chosen tho wrong person for this pleas-
UUUV. X UU1 IUU JiUlUUIbU Uli iUUIUUS-
and I am not one who forgets a
. If you know anything of tho
you must know that my word
mo weight with the king. If you
aid O Jesus! Have mercy!"
5A livid flash of lightning had burst
from tho heart of tho cloud and for an
Instant the whole countryside and tho
interior of the caleche were ns light as
day. Tho man's fnco was within a
band breadth of her own, his mouth
wide open, his eyes mere shining slits,
convulsed with silent merriment Every
detail flashed out clear in that vivid
llfht his rod quivering tongue, tho
lighter pink beneath It, tho broad white
teeth, the short brown beard cut Into
apeak nnd bristling forward.
But it was not the sudden flash; It
iras not tho laughing, cruel face, which
"Maurice I sho screamed. "Maurice I
It layout"
shot an lco cold shudder through Fran
colso do Montospan. It was that, of nil
mca upon earth, this was he whom she
most dreaded and whom sho had least
thought to see.
"Maurice!" she screamed. "Maurlcol
It te you?"
es, little wine, it is I. Wo are rc
tU$j rto each other's arms, you see,
after this interval."
"0 Maurice, how you hnvo fright
ened raol now could you bo so cruel?
Why would you not speak to me?"
Because it was so sweet to sit In si
nco nnrt to think ihnt T ronUr- hA
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HARPER &. DROTHERS
"I have wronged you, Maurice; I
havo wronged you! Forgive me!"
"Wo do not forgive in our family, my
darling Francolse."
"You may kill me If you will," she
moaned.
"I will," said ho simply.
Still tho carriage flew along, Jolting
nnd staggering In tho deeply rutted
country roads. Tho storm bad passed,
but the growl of the thuuder nnd tho
faroff glint of a lightning flash were
' to bo heard nud seen on tho other side
of the heavens.
"Where are you taking me?" she ask
ed at last.
"To Poitillac, my little wifle."
"And why there? What would you
do to me?"
"I would silence that little lying
tongue forever. It shall deceive no
more men."
"You would murder mo? You havo
a stono for n heart."
"It Is true. My other was glveu to a
woman."
"Oh, my sins are indeed punished.
Can I do nothing to atone?"
"I will see that you atone."
"You have a sword by your side,
Maurice. Why do you not kill me,
then, if you are so bitter against me?
Why do you not pass it through my
heart?"
"Rest assured that I would havo done
so hud I not an excellent reason."
"Why, tTien?"
"I will tell you. At Portillac I have
the right of the high justice, tho mid
dle nud the low. I am seigneur there,
and cau try, condemn and execute. It
Is my lawful privilege. This pitiful
king will not even know how to avenge
you, for the right is mine nnd ho can
not gainsay It without making an en
emy of every seigneur In France."
lie opened his mouth again and
laughed at his own device, while she,
shivering in every limb, turned nwny
from his cruel face and glowing eyes
and burled her face in her hands. Once
inoro she prayed God to forgive her
for her poor sinful life. So they whirl
ed through the night behind the clat
tering horses, the husband nnd wife
saying nothlnt, but with hatred and
fear ragin their hearts, until a
brazier .' 'ie down upon tbem
from the it n keep and the shad
ow of tne L loomed vaguely up
In front of 1 "i? darkness. It
was the caat'u .'. ic.
CHAP .. "'.
ND thus It Amory de
Catlnut aim ' wu saw
from their u -'ndow
the midnight ,
discharged its prlsone.
eyes; hence, too, came
planking und that stritu
lu the early morning. Am.
happened that they found the w.ii
looking down at Francolsc de Montos
pan us sho was led to her death, nnd
that they heard thnt last piteous cry
for aid at the instant when the heavy
hand of tho ruffian with the ax fell
upon her shoulder and sho was forced
down upon her knees beside the block.
She shrank screaming from the dread
ful red stained, greasy billot of wood,
but the butcher heaved up his weapon
and tho seigneur had taken a step for
ward Mith hand outstretched to seize
the long auburu hair nnd to drag tho
dainty head down with it when sud
denly he was struck motionless with
astonishment and stood with his foot
ndvanccd and his band still out, his
mouth half open nnd his eyes fixed in
front of him.
And, indeed, whnt he hadvseen was
enough to fill nny man with amaze
ment. Out of the small square win
dow which faced him a man had sud
denly shot headforemost, pitching on
to his outstretched bands and then
bounding to his feet. Within a foot of
his heels camo the head of a second
one, who fell more heavily than the
first, nnd yet recovered himself as
quickly. The one wore the blue coat
and silver facings of tho king's guard;
tho second had the dark coat and clean
shaven face of a man of peace, but
each carried a short rusty iron bar in
his hand. Not a word did either of
them say, but the soldier took two
quick steps forward and struck at tho
headsman while ho was still poising
himself for a blow at the victim. Thero
was a thud, with a crackle like a break
ing egg, and the bar flew Into pieces.
The headsman gave a dreadful cry,
dropped his ax, clapped his two hands
to his head and, running zigzag across
tho scaffold, fell over, a dead man,
luto tho courtyard beneath.
Quick as a flash Do Catlnat had
caught up tho ax and faced Do Mon
tespun. "Now!" said he.
Tho seigneur had for tho Instant been
too astounded to speak. Now ho under
stood nt least that those strangers had
como between him nnd his prey.
"Seizo these menl" ho shrieked, turn
ing to his followers.
"Ouo moment!" cried De Catlnat,
with a voice and manner which com
manded attention. "You sco by my
coat what I am. I am tbo body serv
ant of tho king. Who touches me
touches him."
"On, you cowards!" roared Do Mon
A
But the men nt arms hesitated, for
tho fear of the king was as n great
shadow which bung over nil France.
Do Catinnt saw their indecision.
"This woman," he cried, "is the king's
own favorite, and if any harm come to
n lock of her hair I tell you that there
is uot a living soul within this portnllce
who will not die a death of torture."
"Who are those men, Mnrccau?" cried
the seigneur furiously.
"They nro prisoners, your excellen
cy." "Who ordered you to detain them?"
"You did. The escort brought your
signet ring."
"I never saw the men. There Is devil
try hi this. But they shall not beard
mo in .uy own castle, nor stand be
tween mo and my own wife. No, par
dlou! They shall not nnd live! You
men, Marceau, Eticnne, Gilbert, Jean,
Pierre, all you who have eaten my
bread, on to them, I sayl"
He glanced round with furious eyes,
but they fell only upon hung heads
and averted fnqes. With n hideous
curse he flashed out his sword and
rushed at his wife, who still knelt half
insensible besldo tho block. Do Cati
nat sprang' between them to protect
her, but Marceau, tho benrded sene
schal, had already seized his master
round the waist. With the strength
of u maniac, his teeth clinched and the
foam churning from the corners of his
lips, Do Montospan writhed round In
tho man's grasp, and, shortening his
sword, he thrust it through the brown
beard and deep Into tho throat behind
It. Marceau fell back with a choking
cry, the blood bubbling from his mouth
and his wound; but before ills mur
Shortening the sword, he thrust it deep
into the throat.
dcrer could disengage his weapon Do
Catinat and tho American, aided by a
dozen of the retainers, had dragged
him down on to the scaffold, and Amos
Green had pinioned him so securely
that he could but move his eyes and
his lips, with which ho lay glaring and
spitting at them. So savage wero his
own followers against him for Mar
ceau was well loved among them
that, with ax and block so ready, jus
tice might very swiftly have had her
way had not a long, clear bugle call,
rising and falling in a thousand little
twirls and flourishes, clanged out sud
denly in the still morning nlr. De
Catinat pricked up bis ears at the
souud of it like a hound at the hunts
man's call.
"Did you hear, Amos?"
"It was a trumpet."
"It was the guards' bugle call. You,
tbere, hnstcu to the gate! Throw up
the portcullis and drop tho drawbridge!
Stir yourselves, or oven now you may
suffer for your master's sins! It has
-been a narrow escape, Amos."
"You may say so, friend. I saw him
put out his hand to bcr hair even as
you sprang from the window. Another
Instant and ho would have had her
scalped. But she Is a fair woman the
fairest that over my eyes rested upon
and It is not fit that sho should kneel
here upon these boards." He drugged
her husband's long black cloak from
him and made a pillow for tho sense
less woman with a tenderness and deli
cacy which camo strangely from a man
of his build and bearing.
Ho wns still stooping over her when
there came the clang of tho falling
bridge, and an instant later the clatter
of tho hoofs of a troop of cavalry, who
swept, with wave of plumes, toss of
mnnes and jingle of steel, into the
courtyard. At the head was a tall
horseman in the full dress of the
guards, with a curling feather in his
hat, high buff gloves and his sword
gleaming in the sunlight. De Catlnat's
fuce brightened at tho sight of him,
and he was down in an Instant beside
his sthrup.
"Do Brlssac!" ho cried.
"De Catlnat! Now where In tho
name of wonder did you como from?"
"I havo been a prisoner. Tell me, De
Brissac, did you leave tho message in
Paris? And the archbishop camo? And
tho marriage?"
"Took placo as arranged. That is
why tills poor woman whom I see yon
der has had to leave tho palace."
"I thought as much."
"I trust that no harm has como to
her?"
"My friend nnd I wero just in time
to save her. Her husband lies there.
Ho is a fiend, Do Brlssac."
"Very likely. But an angel might
have grown bitter had ho had tho same
treatment."
"Wo havo him pinioned hero, no has
slain a man, and I havo slain another."
"On my word, you havo been busy "
"now did you know that wo wero
here?"
(To Bo Continued.)
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AH i M)Z
WANTED. Good family horse; bay
maro preferred. F. A. Golden.
FOR SALE Household goods for
salo and house for rent. Address
Mrs. J. F. Bowman, Marshfleld.
G-1G
FOR RENT. Room,? in the Rogers
building; suites or singly. Apply
S. C. Rogers, steamer Coos River,
or E. O. Hall, A street.
FOR SALE. C2 acres for farming
land, 25 acres already burnt nnd
2 acres good bottom land, $25 per
aero. Jackob MattBon, North Inlet.
Half cash and remainder on time.
FOR SALE A farm of 80 acres on
Daniels' Creek. Address E. R.
Jones. Box 110, Marshfleld. 5-2 C-l
WANTED A girl for general house
work; good wages. Mrs. I. S.
Kaufman. 5-26-1
FOR SALE Two Lots in West
Marshfleld. Both for $425. In
quire I. S. Kaufman & Co.
WANTED Position ns cook in
boarding house or camp. Dora A.
Barber, Plat B. 5-29-3
WANTED First class waist hand
and skirt hand. Mrs. A. ohann
sen. 5-29-3
FOR SALE A first class milk cow.
For particulars inquire J. O. Stoops.
5-29-5
FOR SALE A small improved farm.
This is a bargain. Apply at Hall
& Hall's office. 6-1-1
FOR SALE RIGHT A $5,000 stock
merchandise, good live town. Pa
cific Real Estate Co., Coqullle, Ore.
FOR SALE A paying Restaurant;
clears $200 a month. Pacific Real
Estate Co., Coquillo, Ore. 0-1-1 1
LOST Between county bridge over
Pony Slough and North Bend
Laundry, ladies' purse with large
monogram "M" on outside, con
taining money, gold watch and
other things; reward for return to
Everett's Drug Store, North Bend.
FOR SALE Household Furniture.
W. L. Spear, corner Virginia and
Meade streets'
WANTED Boy or girl, 16 years old
or over, to learn tho cigar making
trade; wages paid while learning.
Apply over Times Building, Coos
Bay Cigar Co.
FOR RENT. Two furnished rooms,
Third and Chestnut, across from
tho Chinese Laundry. Mrs. Acron.
WANTED Girl for general house
work. Good wages. Apply Mrs.
I. S. Kaufman.
WANTED A girl to wash dishes at
the Palm.
WANTED Girl to wash dishes at
tho Palm lco Cream Parlor.
WANTED Two dining room girls
and a dishwasher. Hotel Oregon,
North Bend.
If you don't see any fun in
Marshfield drop around to the
shooting gallery on Front St.
Prizes offered for best shots.
STEAMER GARLAND
Leaves Marshfield every
Morning at 5 a. m. run
ning up Coos River to
Daniel Creek.
Pull the
BELL CORD
Wet Your Whistle Then Blow
J. R. HGRRON, Prop.
Pront Street, : I Marshfleld, Oregon
Dealer in Pure Cream Milk
and Buttermilk. Fico do
livery to all parts of flio city.
North Bend,
Now Ready
iHOTEL OREGON
New and Modern
Sample Rooms in Connection
NORTH BEND, ORE.
I W. A. HARING I
Occgon
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TheC.B.,R.&LR.R.
and Navigation Co.
TRAIN SCHEI) 1LE NO. 2.
In Effect January 1, 1007.
All previous schedules nro void.
Subject to change without notlco.
W. S. Chandler, manager; F. A.
Laise, freight agent; general offices,
Marshfleld, Oregon.
No. 1.
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Trains.
Dally
Except Sunday.
Stations.
Leave 9:00 a. m.Marshfield.
9:30 a. m.B. II. Junction.
9:45 a. m.Coqullle.
Arrive 10:30 n.m.Myrtlo Point.
No. 2.
Dally
Except Sunday. I
Leave 10:45 a. m.Myvtlo Point.
10:30 n. m.Coquille.
12:00 m. B. H. Junction.
Arrive 12:30 p.m.JMarshfleld.
Extra trains will run on daily
special orders. Trains to and from
Beaver Hill dally.
Of all descriptions.
House painting, pa
per hanging, grain
ing, carriage paint
ing etc.
Strictly pure stock
sold on all jobs.
J. B.' Rohr
Opposite Bear's Livery
Stable
Nelson Iron Works
P. E. NELSON, Prop
Wo rcpnlr all kinds of Machinery,
Steam aiul Gas Engines, Guns and HI-cjcle8-
liestof work our Specialty. : :
We manufacture Castings lu Iron and
Bron70 for baw Mills and Logging
Camps. Wo make the best Shca cs r n I
load Spools for Loggers. : : :
TELEPHONE 921
MARSHFIELD. - - OREGON S
R H. BRJGHAMl
ARCHITECT AND SUPERINTENDENT
Plans and specifications
made for all claspes of
buildings.
North Bend, Oregon
PHONE 541
STEAMER. FLYER
M. P. Pendersrass, Master
TIME TABLE.
Leaves Marshfleld 7:30, 9:00,
and 10:30 a. m., and 1:00, 2:30
and 4:00 p. m.
Leaves North Bend at 8:15,
9:45 and 11:15 a. m., and 1:45,
3:15 and 5:00 p. m.
Makes dally trips except Sun
days. Faro: Ono way, 15
cents; round trip, 25 cento.
Steam Dye Works
C Street-
LadiesandGents'garnu'nt8 clean
ed or dyed.
Philip Becker, Proprietor.
Business Directory
Doctors.
E. E. STRAW, M. D.
PHYSICIAN AND SUKOEON
Diseases of the Eye, Ear, Nose
and Throat a specialty.
Oflico in Lockhart's Building.
Marshfleld, Oregon
DIt. IIAYDON
Oflloe opposite Union Furniture Slorc. Hourt
10 to lnnd 2 to 5
Special attention pufd to diseases of tho skin
nrlnnry nuddlccstUo orgnns
U. ST. Pension cxftinlnci
Marshfleld,
Oregon
DR. J. W. INGRAM,
Physician nnd Surgeon. i
Office over Songstacken's Drug Store.
Phones Office 1621; residence 783.
U. M. RICHARDSON,
Physician and Surgeon. (
Diseases of eye, car, nose' and throat
a specialty. - -,
Office tu Eldorado Block.
Lawyers.
E. L. C. FARRIN. "V
Attorney nt-Lnw. . T
City Attornoy. Deputy Dlst. Att'y.
Lockhart Building. Marshflold, Ore
Phono 44. '-
L. A. LILJEQVIST, JiAWYER,
United States Commissioner,
TJ. S. I.nnd Matters.
Filings, Entries, Proofs, Contests, etc.
J. M. UPTON, 1 ' '
Attoriicy-nrLaw. . (
Marshfield. - - . - Oregon.'
.7. W. BENNETT, n '
Offlco over Flanagan &' Bennett
Bank. , " ,
JYlarshfleld, - - - i Oregon.
o. f. Mcknight,
Attorney-nt-Iinw.
Upstairs, Bonnott & Walter block.
Marshflold, - - - Oregon.
J. W. SNOVER
Attorncy-nt-Lav
Office: Rogers building
Marshfield, Oregon
COKE & COKE,
Attorncy-nt-Law.
Marshflold, ... Oregon. $
PIXLEY & MAYBEE,
Aforueys-at-Tjaw.
Office over Myers' Store.
Phono 701 . . . North Bond, Ore.
V
Real Estate Agents.
DIER I.ANI COMPANY
Real Estnto Brokers
North Bend, ... Oregon.
MR. ALBERT ABEL,
Contractor for Training of nil kinds.
Phono 1884.
Ginser Cc.
Wholesale liquor dealers
Cigars and saloon sup
plies. Coos Bay
Steam Laundry
...or
MARSIIFIF'D and NORTH BEND
All work now done at
the North Bend Plant
a Lugai viaiu.t;y
Agent, Marshfield
North Bend Phone 1031
I Marshfield Phone 1804
1 McPherson
California. Wines a Specialty 1
0 Front St., Marshfield I
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