1 MEDFORD MAIL TRIBUNE, MEDFORD, ORttOQN, FRIDAY, APRIL 8, 1910. Tin oiuih By CLEVELAND MOFFETT Cepyrifht, 1909. by ' The capacity of the Latin mind .far mgemtoms intrigme was never 1teimr illustrated than in this Jtknttmg narrative. The author rf Tke JBattle" has created a aiu detective genius in Paul -Cet$smtif the Parisian stcuth. 3fc ranks with Sherlock Holmes, Tielosq smf Martin Hewitt and dot many respects distinctly ont afasses them, A young Ameri mant in. lave with a mysterious 'French girl who selts candles in JVotre Dame, finds himself in a Wangled, net thai only the cun-ntutg- brain ef Coquenil can &msnarL The marvelous per ztBKBMy of the wood carver is j&epicted in one of the most tvmaterfnt ckeraeier studies in miaern fiction. Action never Jialix, incident crowds on inci dent,, romance end adventure ingle with sinister tragedy, and all hovers the inspiring tn- Jtmexce of the sweet young girl Aiiee, the N&tre Dame candle soeUer,. wh combats the most Tmtalignmnt forces for evil in all JR 4ui.ee. -- - J CIIAFTER I. A BLOOD XXD SETT. ST ras late In tao afternoon of a kot July day. the hottest day Paris bad known that year (1007), and Paul Coquenil, the doves Fre&cb detective, followed by . splendid white and brown shepherd 'Mag. was walking down the Sue do la i TCSte past the somber mass of the City J hospital, Before reaching the Place 3lrre Dase he stopped twice, once at 3 rwer market that offered the grate l atade of its snarled polcnia trees 3st feejoad the Conciergerio prison -BBd eac under the heavy archway of 3fee jwrfecture of police. At the flow car soarket he boagbt a white carnation 3rea a weaaaa a greea apron and -r.e9. shoes, who looked In awe at Jb se. grave face and thrilled when - s-re feer a swlle and friendly word. She rendered If it were true, as people 3ml Id. that M. Ceqnesll always wore jEiassw wKb a sMgbtly blatoh tint so . bbc coakl see his eyes. tTk- deteettre walked on, busy with i1wj-nt thoughts. This was the hoar mt M trfauBpM and JwtiflcaUou. This ae&aV for the cruel blow that bad tra tsr years before and resulted. akaealerstood why. In hla leaving i3eci detecUre force at the very uuac-t of his glory, when the wholo Ry was praising him for the St, Ger jeq jBYestlgatfoa. Bean Cocouol Thai was the aaaae they had given jWkx He eonld hear the night crowds toatla it 1b a silly couplet: " II naut laut-o ' Bsou Cocono-o! Jtud then what a change within a "W&! What bitterness and humilia tion: M. Paul Coquenil, after scores At t-UUont successes, had withdrawn Iroru the police force for personal rea soau. said the newspapers. His health -was affected, some declared. Ho bad laid by a tidy fortune and wished to enjoy it. thought others. But many ;haoIc their heads mysteriously and whispered, that there was something ujueer M all this. Coquenil himself sold notfifny. -tBuf now fucta would speak for him ujore eloquently than any words. Kovr. within twenty-four hours It would be auuouuced that be had been cuusen on the recommendation of the Purls police department to organize the detective service of a foreign capl tfebil wftb a Hfe position at the head of U tEcrrfce and a much larger salary tlma he had ever received, a larger juilaxy. In fact, than Paris paid to Its awwcBfef of police. Coquenil and the dog advanced to jSMxd. the great Cathedral of Notre JTanre. directing their steps to the left b& portal under the northern tower. Aa jaeseatly there appeared a white Bwode sacristan la a three cornered 1-tt mt bJee and gold and a gold era--riMwi. coat Boaneton. my friend P' said "Gt evIng. M. Paul," answered while be patted the dog af- afeetkai itely. "Shall I take Caesar?" Ge wbMotrto. I have news for you." 3Mkna. while the other listened anx ary. ke toM of bis brilliant appoint .meat fa Ko de Janeiro and of his Ira aaieeat tfepartnre. lie was sailing for XsbxU in three days. "Uoa Dleur' murmured Bonneton In musuKf. "SaUing for Bra-Ill So our t&kw&s leave us. Of course I'm glad Star yos. It's a great chance, but arHJ you take Cacsarr' 3Bt leave uiy dog, could 17" aeTted CeqaeniL Ofceursenott Ofcoursonotl And awah at dtogt You've been kind to let lam j(oard the church elnce old Max M. Corns, Caesar! Just a moment, M. Dsui." Cw the eeerae ef events would Shave Va cbaaged bad Paul Coquenil eutaioe Notre Deme on this the Wall D. Appleton Co. fnct is he did not re mn In outside: but. growing Impatient at Bonueton's do lay, he pushed open the double swing ing doors, with their coverings of leath er nnd red velvet, and entered the snuctuary. Immediately he saw n girl She was In the shadows ueur n stat ue of the Virgin before which cnndles were burning. On the table were ro saries, nnd talismans and caudles of different lengths that It was evidently the girl's business to sell. In front of the Virgin's shrine was a prledleu, nt which a woman was kneeling, but she presently rose nnd went out. nnd the girl sat there alone. When she lifted her eyes ho saw that they were dark and beautiful, though tinged with sad ness. He was surprised to find this lovely young woman selling candles here In Notre Dame church. And suddenly he was more surpris ed, for as the girl glanced up she tact his gate fixed on her, and Immediately there came into her face a look so strange, so glad and yet so frightened that Coquenil went to her quickly with reassuring smile. He was sure he had never seen her before, yet ho realized that somehow she was equal ly sure that she knew him. Vhat followed was seen by only one person that Is, the sacristan's wife, a big, hard faced woman with a faint mustache and a wart on ber chin, who sat by the great column near the door dispensing holy water out of a crack ed saucer and whining for pennies. Nothing escaped the hawklike eyes of Mother Bonneton, nnd now, with growing curiosity, she watched the scene between Coquenil and the can dle seller. Whnt interest could a great detective have In this girl, Alice, whom she nnd her husband had taken In as a half charity boarder? I "Holy saints, how she talksl" grum-, bled the sacristan's wife. "And see ! the eyes she makes! And how he lis- , tens! The man must be crazy to waste j his time on ber! Now be asks a quei- j lion, anu sue imna again wuu uiuc queer, faraway look. Ho frowns and clinches his bauds, and, upon my soul, he seems afraid of her! The Incident wrought an extraordi nary change, in Coquenil. He looked worn, almost haggard, as ho walked to the church door with face set in an ominous frown. "There's some devil's work in this," he muttered. "What Is It?" asked the sacristan. The detective faced him sharply. "Who is the girl in there? Where did she come from?" He stopped ab ruptly and pressed the Angers of his two hands against his forehead. "No, not" ho changed. "Don't tell mo yet I must be alone. I must think. Come to me at 0 tonight" "Yes, yes," murmured the sacristan, following him. "But, M. Paul cr which day do you sail?" Coquenil snapped angrily, "I may nor sail at all!" A day of sinister portent this must have been, for scarcely bad Coquenil left Notre Dame than another scene was enacted there that should hare been happy, but, alas, was not And again it was the girl who made trou ble, this seller of candles, with ber wistful dark eyes, A pathetic figure she was, sitting there alone in the somber church quite alone now, for It was closing time. Mother Bonneton had shuflled off rheumatlcally after a cutting word she knew better than to ask what bad happened and the old sacristan. was making bis round of the gallerlca, securing doors nnd win dows. With a shiver of apprehension AHco turned 'awny from the whispering jhadows and went to the Virgin's sbnne, where she knelt and tried to pray. But she found It a difficult mut ter. Lloyd KIttredge how often she had murmured that name In her lono ly hours! He would be here shortly for his answer. And, alas, she must say "No" to blm. She must give him pain. She could not hope to make him under stand. How could any one understand? And then perhaps be would misjudge her. Perhaps be would leve her in anger and not come back any more. Not come back any more! A descending step on the tower stairs broke in upon ber meditations, and she rose quickly from her knees. The sacristan bad finished hla rounds and was coming to close the outer doors. It was. time for ber to go. And, with a glaace at her hair In a little glass and a touch to ber bat she went out Into tho garden back of Notre Dame, where aho knew ber lover would bo waiting. "Ah, at last!" he exclaimed, spring- lng toward ber, with a mirthful, boy ish smile. lie was a man of twenty seven, slender of build, but carrying himself well. Sho tried to epeak gayly, but be was not deceived and answered seriously In Ifrencb: "Hold on. There's something wrong. We'vo been sad, eh?" . "Why er" she began, "I er" "Been worrying, I know. Too much church, too much of that old sho dragon. Come over hero aud tell me about It." Ho led her to a bench shaded by a friendly sycamore tree. KIttredge thrilled under tho spell of her beauty. Ho longed to tnko ber in bis arms and comfort her. ' "Suppose wo go back a little,' ho said reassuringly, "About six months ago, 1 think It was In .inmuvry, n young chap In n fur overcoat drifted Into this old stone barn and tool; u i turn around It. tie saw tho treasure mid tho fake relies mid the white mar " bio Trench gentleman trying to get out of his cotlln, ami ho didn't caro a hang about any of cm until ho tnv you. Then ho began to take notice Tho young fellow with tho fur over- i coat kept coming back and coming back, only soou he camo without his overcoat" "In bitter cold weather," sho said reproachfully. "He was pretty blue that day, wasn't he? Dead sore on tho game. Money all blown In, overcoat up the spout. uothlng ahead nnd n wholo year of of darned foolishness behind. Excuse mo, but that'a what It was. Well, he blew In that day, and-ho walked over to where you wcro sitting, you darling little saint!" "No, no," murmured AHco; "not a salut, ouly n poor girl who saw you were unhappy and nnd was sorry." Their eyes mot teuderly, aud for a moment neither spoke. Then Kit tredgo went on unsteadily; "Anyhow, you were klud to me, nnd 1 opened up a little. I told you n fow things, and when I went away I felt more like a man. I said to myself, 'Lloyd KIt tredge. If you're any good you'll cut out this thing that's been raising tho dickens with you' excuse me. but that's what It was 'and you'll make a new start right now.' And I did It. There's n lot you don't know, but you cau bet all your rosaries nnd relics that I've made a fair tight slnco theu. I've worked and been decent, and 1 did it all for you." He caught her hand In his. and sho felt his warm breath on her cheek. "All for you. You know that don't you. Alice?" Sho drew her hand away and forced herself to say, "You mustn't do thatl" Ho looked nt her In surprise. "Why not? "Because I cannot bo what you whnt you waut me to be." she answer ed, looking down. "I want you to be my wife." "I know." Sho lifted her eyes brave- I can never be your wife." "But why? Why?" "I cannot tell you," sho faltered. "is It something you've heard that I've done or or not done? Don't bo nfraltLto hurt my feelings. God knows ; I was n fool, but I've kept straight j since I kuew you. I'll swear to that" j "I believe you, dear." "You euro for me, and yet you turn ' me down." he said bitterly. Her eyes filled with tears. "Then you will never be my wife, no matter how long I wait?' "That's It." f ho sobbed. KIttredge rose, eying her sternly. "I understand." he said, "or rather I don't understand, but there's no uso 'jilklng any more. I'll take my rued I Ine. and goodby." ' She looked at htm In frightened supplication. Tou won't leave mo? Lloyd, you won't leave me?" ne laughed harshly. "What do you think I am a Jumping Jack for you to pull a string and make me dance? Well. I guess not. Leave you? Of courso I'll leave you. I wish I had never seen you. I'm sorry I ever came Inside this blooming church. You don't play fair," ho went on reckless ly. "You haven't played fair at alL You knew I loved you. nnd you led me on, and this Is the end of It" He turned nwny Impatiently and glanced nt his watch. "Lloyd," she, said gently, "come to the house tonight" "Got an appointment n banquet" She looked nt him In surprise. "You didn't tell me." "It Is at the Ansonln. It's a,-new restaurant on the Champs Elysees. very swell. I didn't tell you because well, because 1 didn't" "Lloyd." she whispered, "don't go to the banquet" "Don't go? Why, this Is our na tional holiday. I'm down to tell some stories. I've gnt to go. Besides, I wouldn't come to you, anyway. What's the uso? I've" said all I can, and you've said 'No.' So It's nil off-ithnfn right. Alice, .It's all off." His eye were kinder now, but ho spoko firmly. "Lloyd." sho begged, "como after tho banquet I ask It for you. I 1 "ITB BED BI LIKIt J1LOOD." feel that something Is going to hap pen. Don't laugh. Look at tho sky tboro boyond the black towers. It's red red like blood and, Lloyd, I'm afraid." He saw that uho was suffering. ITI nally bo said; "I'll cut out that ban quot tonight that Is, I'll show up for soup and flsn aud then I'll como to you. Do I et a sutllo now?" "Oh. Lloyd!" .xlio murmured happily. "I'll bo there about 11." , "About oho repeated, and ngalu her eyes turned anxiously to tho blood red western sky. (To Ho Contimmd.) Confidential to Fishermen. 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