Lexington wheatfield., July 11, 1907, Image 6

THE GIRL WITH
A MILLION
By D.C.
CHAPTER III. (Continued.)
The Levantine advanced, baited before
the trio, and raised his hat.
"I beg you to pardon my Intrusion,"
he said, speaking in German to Fraser.
"You were good enough to help me once
before. I have a postcard here which I
cannot read. Will you be so kind as to
translate it for me?"
Fraser graciously took the postcard
and translated it into German. A Brus
sels chemist wrote that one or two of
the ingredients in the prescription for
warded to him by Sir. Athanos Zeno were
not commonly used in Belgium, and that
tie had been compelled to send to England
for them. The prescription would be
made up and forwarded in a day or two.
Air. Athanos Zeno raised his hat once
more and accepted the proffered postcard
from Fraser's fingers, professing his in
finite obligation. . He had received the
prescription some years ago from an Eng
lish physician whom be had met at Ber
lin. It had always done him a great deal
of good. He was a little unwell now,
and he had been recommended to Janenne
because of its famous air. He had ex
pected to have had friends with him who
spoke the language, but they had not ar
rived. It was not very cheerful to be all
alone there, and to exchange a word with
nobody. He trusted to be forgiven this
intrusion.
Fraser intimated, in his own lordly and
condescending way, that he should be
bappy at any time during his brief stay
iu Janenne to be of service, and Mr.
Athanos Zeno, with a bow to each in
turn, withdrew himself.
CHAPTER IV.
At the back of ahe Hotel des Postes
is a little garden where the flower beds
are islanded in a harsh lake of broken
schist, and where in summer time the
.gray stone walls which bound the garden
on three sides beat back the heat of the
sun upon the air like the reverberators
of a furnace. Unobservant visitors won
der to find themselves hotter here in shade
than they are in sunshine elsewhere in
the same village.
Athanos Zeno sat here pretty often,
leaning back in a Bpringy chair of painted
strip iron, with his lustrous black eyes
half closed. A delightfully idle man to
look at was Athanos Zeno, and on the
outside nearly always abstracted from
the world, though to a keen observer
there was visible when people talked in
his neighborhood that curious listening,
oWrvant poise of the bead which Austin
Farley had noticed in him. He had noth
ing to conceal, and but little to observe,
just now. Dobroski, Fraser and O'Kourke
were talking together in front of the
Cheval Blanc, and now and again a stray
Tillage girl came down to the village
pump for water, but there was nobody
else in sight. .
Mrs. Farley walked into the garden
"with the boy's hand in one of hers, and
eeating herself at some distance from
the Levantine, busied herself over a bit
of lace work.
At an open window overlooking the gar
den sat Austin, with rumpled hair and
-disordered aspect, occasionally scratching
his head with the feathered stump of a
very short quill pen. Lucy, who had so
arranged her seat as to command a view
of him at will, observed bim smilingly
and tenderly for awhile, but he began to
rumple his hair so wildly at length that
she spoke to him.
"Can't you work to-day, dear?"
"It's tingling all over me," he an
swered, with an irritated flourish of the
hands. "Actually and absolutely ting
ling." "You do nothing in that mood," she
said, smiling. "Leave it for a little while.
Come down into the garden."'
"I think I will," he answered; and
she watched him whilst he swept away
from his table a disorderly double hand
ful of papers, and snatching a straw hat
from a hook on the wall, stuck it fretful
ly at the bac kof his head and left the
room. . ,'
Just at that moment the carriage driv
en by Maskelyne pulled up in front of the
Cheval Blanc, and the good wife cried, in
a hurried whisper, "Austin, here are the
people from Iloufoy. And you in your
slippers ! Go away and make yourself
presentable."
Austin arose with something of an air
of humorous discontent, and sauntered
into the hotel, reappearing in time to
frreet Maskelyne and Dobroski at the door,
where the young American Introduced
Miss Butler with a solemn little phrase
or two about the novelist's fame, which
caused him to blush like a schoolboy.
Angela looked upon him with eyes of ven
erationthe first live author she had be
held. She was at the age when venera
tion is at Its freshest, and this encounter
was an unfeigned and unique delight to
her.
By and by they were all seated in the
garden together, and O'Bourke and Fra
ser came In, and each took a chair In the
hot shade of the trained limes. Angela,
Farley and Maskelyne were just begin
ning to feel at home together, and were
gliding into talk. O'Kourke sat near and
kept silence, though it was a common
habit of his to lead conversation. He was
esteemed a good talker, but his power as
a listener was rarer and more remarkable.
As a listener he was full of subtleties.
He. responded silently to the sllghtt
shade of thought, and the talker always
felt certain of sympathy with him.
He saw but little of feminine society,
and knew but little of women's manners
or their t&torior ways. He watched with
Murray
a closer interest than he could altogether
have accounted for at the moment for any
sign of rapport between Maskelyne and
Angela, and saw none whatever on either
side. Dobroski sat by, silent, and many
glances of affection and understanding
passed between her and Maskelyne.
"Engaged, perhaps," ,said O'Rourke to
himself. "Sure of each other." A mo
ment later, with a little touch of passing
anger at himself, "What has it to do with
me?"
A voice spoke from the road below the
garden asking for Monsieur Dobroski. The
village postman, politely raising his offi
cial cap in general salute,, stated that he
had a letter for Monsieur Dobroski. He
had inquired for monsieur at the Cheval
Blanc, and had afterward discerned him
from the road. Would monsieur please
to sign for the letter?
''Ye must sign in Ink," said Fraser,
whoN wis always willing to display his
knowledgi, even of trifles. "I've a stoylo
graphic pen, Mr. Dobroski."
"Excuse me," said the old man, bow
ing round when he had received the pack
age from the postman. He broke the seals
leisurely, walking to one side as he did so.
"Angela !" he cried, suddenly, "come
here." The girl moved quickly to his
side, and saw at a glance that he was
strangely disturbed. His face was white,
and his eyes, ordinarily so calm and
mournful, glittered with an unusual light.
"It is with you," he said, in a voice as
disordered as his looks, "that I must
share this so sacred joy. Let us be alone,
little sweetheart Come with me." He
took her by the hand and hurried her
from the garden to the salon, followed by
the curious and wondering glances of the
others. "Here!" he said "here! After
these thirty-three years. Look ! My
wife, little Bweetheart, my boys !"
Angela was ararmed and wonder-
stricken, his manner was so changed and
wild. His lean brown hand trembled as
he held out to her a something in a bind
ing of faded golden filigree. Angela, open
ing it, saw two miniatures within. In
one, two handsome lads of twenty or
thereabouts were standing with their arms
about each other's waist The other de
picted a woman in the prime of youth,
and dressed in the national costume of
Poland. Angela had scarcely glanced at
it when Dobroski took it and her hand
together, and kissed the picture twice or
thrice.
"Here !" he said, with a hysteric tremu-
lousness. "After these thirty years !"
"Try to be calm, dear," urged Angela,
with a hand upon his shoulder.
"Yes, yes," he answered. "I will be
calm. Look. I am calm already."
'These are your wife and your boys?"
she said, surveying the miniatures. "Yes.
The boys are very like you."
Mr. Athanos Zeno, with a small secre
taire under his arm, walked into the
room, bowed, and, establishing himself at
a little table at the far end of the cham
ber, began to make busy arrangements
for writing, setting down his inkstand
with a brisk tap on the table, and smooth
ing out his blotting paper with a flourish.
Angela had never seen Mr. Zeno before,
and Dobroski scarcely saw him now, but
the girl was conscious of an interior de
mand for privacy, and with a hand laid
gently on the old man's arm she moved
toward the open doorway which communi
cated with the larger salon. Dobroski
yielded to the pressure, and made a step
or two with downward eyes, his lean
brown fingers tremulously tearing at the
package, which stiil contained a some
what bulky inclosure of papers. The en
velope gave way, and he dropped some of
its contents on the floor. Angela fell
upon one knee and, gathering up the
fallen papers, handed them to him.
The sudden grasp with which he tore
them from her fingers, the look he bent
upon them, the quick, gasping "Hal"
that broke from him, so startled her that
she knelt there, still looking up at him
In fear and wonder. The quick, gasping
exclamation ' he had made had much of
the sound with which a hungry wild beast
receives his daily rations, and for a mere
Instant his teeth were bared with a look
altogether savage and carnivorous.
This singular transport "lasted but a
moment, but he stood for a second or
two staring Intently at the paper in his
hand, whilst Angela rose slowly, and laid
her hand upon his arm again. Then she
saw that the object which had so excited
him was the photograph of a man of
nearly his own age the face a quarter
life size, or thereabouts the photograph
very clearly and finely printed and the
subject noticeable by a lofty dome of
bald forehead, and the eyes of a very
lynx.
Once more Dobroski obeyed the slight
pressure of her hand, and they entered
the larger salon together. Angela closed
the door, and the old man sat down upon
the broad sill of one of the windows,
still fixedly regarding the photograph. By
and by he offered it, without raising his
eyes, to Angela, and began to turn over
the papers. Most of them were printed,
and one was In Russian, and another In
German type. Scattered among them by
their fall were the leaves of a lengthy let
ter, and having sorted these leaves from
tho others, and arranged them in the or
der In which they were numbered, he be
gan to read.
The letter was written in French, and
he made one or two exclamations in the
same language as he read, "Ah I the good
Bremnerl It was he," being alone dis
tinguishable. 'Angela, with knitted fingers
and down-turned palms, stood before him
at a little distance. Bae bad laid down
the photograph and the miniatures on the
window sill beside Dobroski, and dlvldcd
her sorious and inquiring regard between
them and him. lie skimmed the letter
rapidly as If in search of something until
he reached the final page. This he read
slowly and deliberately, breaking off once
to drop the letter In both hands between
his kuees with an odd cackling laugh,
which, whatever else it may have ex
pressed, was absolutely devoid of mirth.
After this he read on quietly to the end,
folded the letter and the printed papers
together, restored them to the torn en
velope, and buttoned up the package In
the breast pocket of his military looking
frock coat.
"This was stolen," he said, taking up
the miniatures, and holding the case
clasped gently between the palms of both
hands, "when my house was sacked by a
clerical mob In Vienna more than thirty
years ago. And now a dear old friend
one of the few dear old friends finds It
by chance In a shop window In Berlin. I
know how poor he is Job was never
poorer yet he contrives to buy It, and to
send It to me by the friend who writes
me this letter. Ah! little sweetheart,
there are true souls left in the world."
"And this?" said Angela, Indicating
the photograph.
"That?" returned Dobroski, with a very
singular smile. "That is a warning which
I do not need." He paused, and then
advancing to the window, and stooping
forward, he tapped the photograph twice
or thrice with a forefinger as he spoke.
"That is my Implacable and inexorable
enemy as I am his. That Is the man
who years ago wormed himself Into my
confidence, and then betrayed me. That Is
a countryman of mine, little sweetheart,
a Pole, and a Russian mouchard. That
is the denouncer of my wife and children.
It is kind, It is well meant, but I do not
need to be warned of him. Nor do I think
that he needs greatly to be warned of
me."
He spoke quetly, almost dryly, except
for the single phrase, "a Pole and a
Russian mouchard." Then his voice was
raised Into an expression of incredulous
wrath, and he broke off with the curious
cackling laugh with which he had greeted
his correspondent's warning a minute or
two before.
"Let us go back to our friends," he
said, suddenly. "I must apologiie for
dragging you away In so strange a fash
ion."
He passed an arm through one of hers
and looked down upon her with a tender
smile. Mr. Athanos Zeno was still seat
ed at the little table as they passed
through the smaller salle on their way to
the garden, ne was tapping his teeth
with an ivory paper knife and leaning on
both elbows, but he turned and bowed and
smiled as they passed him.
CHAPTER V.
Everybody felt a little startled and
curious at Dobroski's abrupt departure
from the garden with Angela, but nobody
but Fraser felt altogether at liberty to
speak of It
Farley and the young American were
still talking books when Dobroski and An
gela returned.
"You will pardon me for taking away
your charge," he said to Maskelyne. "I
had received sudden and moving news in
which I knew she would be interested.
I will ask you to forgive me, too," he
added to Farley, "for taking away your
guest," He was quite himself again, and
bore no trace of his late agitation. "Good
by, little sweetheart, I must go." He
raised ber fingers to his Hps and kissed
them, and shook hands formally all
round. "We shall meet again, I trust,"
he said to O'Rourke. "Can you spend
the evening with me?"
"I am afraid I should be dull to-night,"
returned O'Rourke. "I was up at six
yesterday morning, and have had no rest
as yet. Can we meet to-morrow?"
"When you will," returned Dobroski,
and so with a final salute all round he
went his way.
A corridor or covered passage led direct
through the hotel from the garden to
the village street, and he took that way.
Passing the center window of the larger
salon he encountered the glance of Atha
nos Zeno, who seized the opportunity to
bow and smile. Dobroski suddenly re
called to mind the fact that be had left
the photograph upon the ledge of that
same window, and retracing his steps, he
entered the hotel once more. He found
Mr. Zeno standing at the window, tapping
his teeth with the ivory paper knife, and
the polite Levantine made way for him
with a dancing master's grace. When the
old man stooped for this photograph which
still lay where he bad left It, Mr. Zeno
spoke.
"Ah!" said he, In German, "that is
yours, sir, A striking countenance. A
friend?"
"An acquaintance," returned Dobroski.
"A delightful art And useful. So
charming to have the. face of a friend be
fore one even in absence.
Mr. Zeno stood smiling until the old
man with bent head had once more passed
the window. Then his face fell suddenly
into a thoughtful frown.
"A trap for me?" he said to himself.
"I think not. Even if so, a trap that
caught nothing. He knew that clumsy
canaille whom he caught In the woods the
other night, but he never guessed that I
meant he should know him. I must find
him another to discover, and after that
another. He has some great coup on
hand. , He Is not spending the better part
of a year In this perfect quietude and In
this little village for nothing. Well, he
foiled Mounts, and he foiled Bernardo,
and he foiled Arnaud. Let us see if he
will foil me."
(To be continued.)
Figurine; It Out.
Father Young Upperton Is going to
propose for your hand soon.
Daughter How do you know?
Father J hear he has been making
Inquiries as to my financial standing.
Illustrated Bits.
HelplHelp!
I'm Falling
Thus cried the hair. And a
kind neighbor came to the res-1
Hair Vigor. The hair was
saved I In gratitude, It grew
long and heavy, and with all
the deep, rich color of early
life. Sold in all parts of the
world for sixty years.
" About on yaar ao I loit nearly til of my
batr following mi muck of niaatfaa. I wu
advliad by a iilend to utt Ajar'a Hatr Visor.
I did io, nd m a mult I now hav a beautiful
hud of hilr." Mas. W. J. Bbowm, Moooia.
one Falla, WU.
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Mad by J. 0. Ajtr Co.. Lowoll, Maw.
aiw nuuwiunn si
f KABBiPiDII 1 1.
iters CHERRY PEC7CSAL.
Professional,
"Are yoi certain you can cook well?"
"Madam, I worked two years for
the great tenor, Albertl. At the last
dinner he gave I was applauded after
each course, and at the end of the
dinner I was recalled three times."
Translated for Tales from Fllegende
Blaetter.
Wis. Child.
"But, Tommy," said his mother,
"didn't your conscience tell you you
were doing wrong?"
"Yes'm," replied Tommy, "but I
don't believe everything I hear." Phil
adelphia Press.
Brntal Criticism.
"So you have been to the muslcale.
Don't you admire Miss Faddy', execu
tion?" "No, madam ; I am opposed In all Its
shapes to capital punishment." Balti
more American.
The Only Drawback.
First Girl You know the older one
grows the greater, I think, Is a wom
en's capacity to fall In love.
Second Girl But the fewer the men.
Detroit Free Press.
Incompatible.
The fire Insurance agent was running
for the office of tax assessor.
"Such a thins; as that would nnvnr An I
It is contrary to public policy 1" exclaim
ed the taxpayers.
And his defeat was overwhelming.
Couldn't Touch Him.
' "I tell you, sir, you're a liar!"
"Sir I If I were a fighting man I'd
knock you down for that" -
"I'll bet you $10 I can prove it"
"Sir, I er never bet" Philadel
phia Press.
A Good Excuse.
Mother I'm, ashamed to think you
can't do better In school. Why can't
you lead your class?
Willie Say, ma, you told me you
didn't want me' ever to be conceited,
an' I notice when a boy leads the class
he always gets conceited. Philadel
phia Press.
Ambassador Whitelaw Reid has given
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Capital Punishment.
Capital punishment Is still practised
In ninny countries, though of late years,
especially In the United Stntos, it has
been made ns humane ns possible. That
creation of the French Revolution, the
guillotine, Is still used by some coun
tries, and the old executioner's ax deals
out Justice in Brunswick.
The most humane method of execu
tion, the electric chair, Is used only
In the United States. Spain employs
the gar rote, or Iron collar, which la
tightened until the victim strangles to
death; and In Prussia the heads of
prisoners are struck off with the sword.
The guillotine Is used In Bavaria and
Belgium; and Russia destroys her
criminals by shooting, hanging, and
with the executioner's sword. The gal
lows Is the official means of administer
ing death In Great Britain; Austria
has adopted the same means ; but Chi
nes criminals are killed by the sword.
Safest.
The sentimental and lovesick youth
stood gazing at the round, romantic
moon.
"Yes," be confided, "the Idol of my
heart resides on yon hill. To-night I
shall serenade the cynosure of my af
fections as gallants were wont to do
when knighthood was In Sower. Now.
what, Instrument do you think would
be the most appropriate?"
"Well," replied his practical chum,
"If I were you I should serenade her
with a phonograph."
"What? A phonograph? Why, a
phonograph Is nothing like as romantic
as a guitar."
"Yes, old chap, but you can start a
phonograph and then run to the tall
timbers before the shooting beelns."
Too Much Exercise.
Hop LI had bought a cheap but
"warranted" clock. At the end of a
week he returned to the shop from
which he had procured bis time-piece,
with no expression on his face, but
with evident bewilderment of mind.
"She go, click, clack! click, clack! all
light, tree day," he announced to tho
young woman who waited on him. "I
wind all light, samee you say. Nex
day she go click, click clack I click I
click ! clack !
"I shake her up so! down sot
lound so! no good. She stop click
stop clack only go when I slake.
"I say give me one less slake, more
click, clack!"
Got Serrlce.
The boarder who was a month behind
with the landlady was surprised at the
size of the heap, of mashed potatoes on
the plate the girl had brought him.
He was even more surprised when he
found a folded paper In the center of the
heap.
But he didn't open It He knew what
it was.
Carefully wiping it with his napkin, he
put It in his vest pocket and went ahead
calmly with bis dinner.
You can't disconcert an experienced
boarder.
A loud laugh, an over-vivacious man
ner betrays a lack of breeding. Copy the
stillness of form, the quiet poise, which
is the great charm of English women,
while a vivacity somewhat under re
straint adds that which is winning and
plquante In the manner of our own coun
trywomen. To an Italian, charged in a London
court with drunkenness, the magistrate
said: "Italians don't often get drunk.
Don't set English ways."
Russian officers in camp receive money
to pay for their meals, but in many cases
they keep this for other purposes, and
eat with the common soldiers.
uucuiy muj iuc circulation ana
promptly cleanses it of all poisons and
taints. It gets down to the very bottom of
the trouble and forces out every trace of im
purity and makes a complete and lasting
cure. S. S. S. changes the quality of the
blood so that instead of feeding the diseased
farts with impurities, it nourishes the
rritated, inflamed flesh with healthy blood.