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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. --
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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.)
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