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The By H. DE VERE STACPOOLE Author of “THRE SHIP OF CORAL,’ Bto, Drums of (Copyright, 1910, by Duffel’ & On) CHAPTER I, The Road to Frankfort. of us say nothing of Marengo, carriage. My mother died when 1 was born, mugeh t do with my upbringin It, was the Ist of BeptemBer, 1961 Joubert, my father’s servant, had had E had been travelling since morning through German dust—three my father (Gen. Count Mahon), myself and Joubert—to the boarhound, which followed eur I wae only nine then We were bound for the Schloss Lichtenberg, not far from Momboura, on @ visit to Baron Cari Lichtenberg, @ relation of my mother, We lunchod that day at Frankfort. and with « fac never to b h, hi off—hate off, genverr Tall, stately, a nobleman «@ league off; handsome enough, with a dark, eaturnine face, and a piercing eye that seemed at times to contemplate things far beyond the world we live Moved. said Joubert. in, The face of a mystic. He started, stopped dead, and stared at me, Had he seen a ghost he could harper pause, or not have come to a # tonishment bave expressed more without speech. Then, with a word to landlord, who also looked up, he passed on, and ‘we lost sight of him under the gal- jery. "hie fot!" eaid Joubert. “The Mar- quis de Carabas seems to know us, then.’ “Joubert,” eaid I, “that man knows me, and I m-m"—— “Afraid” was the word, but I did not say kK, for I waa @ Mahon, with the family tradi- tlons to keep up. “Know you?" cried Joubert, becom- ‘ng eerious. “Why, where did you ever see him before?” “Nowhere.” Before Joubert could speak again the landlord, Wiegand, appeared, “His Lxcellency the Baron Carl von Baron, hearing of His Exceilency’s Count Mahon!” cried Wiegand, “The Baron, hearing of his Exceliency'’s arrival, has driven over frum the Aehloss Lichtenberg to present his re- * ts in person. The Baron waits in the salon His Excellency’s conveni- vnce.” “Aha, the Baron!” said my father. ““He must have got my letter from Mayence, Show him up.” Then I knew that the Margulis de Carabas was our relation Barun Carl von Lichtenberg, the man at whose house we were to stop. A momentary and inexplicable terror filled my soul, and was banished, giving plave to a deep curiosity. Then I heard steps on the gallery, and the Baron, led by the innkeeper, made his appearance, Presently I was introduced to 3!m. “This is Patrick,” said my father, “Patrick, this is our relation and fri the Baron Carl von Lichten- I bad been taught to salute my elders and superiors in the military style; my dress was the uniform of tne French schoolboy. 1 brought my nd, stiff as a ramrod, The Baron, with & half-laugh, returned it, sitting straight up in his chair to do so, Havi returned my salute, and spoken a few words, the Baron re- sumed bis conversation with my father; and I, with the apparent heedlessness of childhood, played with Marengo, our boarhound, on the hearthrug before the big tireplace, As I listened, I could tell that the Baron was taining the conversa- tion, despite the fact that his thoughts were fixed elsewhere. | could tell that bis thoughts were fixed on me; that he was watching me in- tently, yet furtively, and 1 knew in some mysterious manner that this man feared me. me, @ child of nine! Txt it partly in¥hie expression, partly in his furtive manner, He had seemed to dismiss me froin bis mind after our introduction; yet no man ever watched another with more fur ve and brooding attention than the Carl von Lichtenberg as be watching me fell,” said the Baron, rising to “toemorrow, we will expect you the afternoon, Till then, fare- jaxt afternoon we reached his cas- I stared about me in wonder: Soteed by the insane idea that I had here befor sight of a fing floating above the my father explained: “Tha vietting i" ly two people A tr rest ue Leh the steps, Baron Carl vo and & man—* great nan. with inating face, and hooded eyes never wavered, never lowered direct, far-see! and fearleas yea ofanenie 1 thought the with the strange eyes was He was not the King We march arch! Mood heavens! We we know of « man Now mt we have ten him tn bie everyday me MWe merck clapped my father on ork =he had el! the Dotetercve : As we sat eating at the inn a man entered the room, a dark man, just off the road, to judge by hie travel: the picture of which ds stamped on my mind, an costume, pression “Ilere comes the Ll de Carabas. Hate n, to the Marquis de Carabas!" qeiter of light “Dp you Uke my ress? “Oul, mademoiselie!* She pursed her lips. “Out, made- moiselle? Oh, how dull you are! Now, if I wert thou, and thou wert I, know you what I would have said?” “Non, mademoiselle,” “Non, mademoiselie! Oh, how droll you @ wduld have said, ‘Ma molselle, your tollet is ravishing! Now aay it.” “Mademoiselle, your toflet ts rav- ishing. “And your namo?” said she “Patrick,” I replied, “Pawthrick,” said she, trying to put her small mouth round the word. “I cannot say it. I will call you Toto. Come with me,” leading me by the sleeve, “and I will introduce you to my moth Bhe is ‘drawing toward t Goor of the reom from whence she had come—“in here. Do you know why I oall you Toto?™ “Non, mademoiselle.” “He was my rabbit and he died,” said Eloise, as we entered a great salon, where several ladies were seat- ed_ conversing. Toward one of these ladies, more beautiful In my eyes than the dawn, Elol@e led me. “Madam,” sald she, “thia te Toto. ‘The Countess Feliciant, for that waa the name of the mother ef Eloise, smiled upon us, I daresay we made ® quaint and pretty enough pair. She was, perhaps, thirty--the Count Feliclana, a woman of Genoa, b! eyed and golden-haired and beautiful ~Ah! when a blonde is beautiful, her beauty transcends the beauty of all brunettes, I bowed, she spoke to me, I stam- mered. She put my awkardness down to bashfulness, no doubt, but it was not bashfulness, I was in love with the Countess Felictani, stricken to the heart at first sight. The love of @ child of nine for a beautiful woman of thirty! How ab- surd it seems, but how real, and what & mystery! I swear that the love I had for that woman, love that haunt- ed mo for a long, long time, was equal to the love of a full-grown man, with this difference: That it was tmma- terial, and, as far as my conacienc: tells me, utterly divorced from earth- ly passion, “Now #0 and play,” said the Count- ess. And Eloise led me away, I knew I See Myself, Not Knowing. UCH @ supper! Served wDpe- S some lady's boudoir, for the wails were hung with biue “Where ia Cari?” asked Eloise of the German woman who served us, Dot whither, CHAPTER II. clally for the pair of us tna Uttle room, onoa I suppose, silk, and the celling was painted with flowers and cupids, “Carl has been naughty,” replied she, "Carl muat remain in his room till the Baron forgives him.” This woman, by name Gretel, was tall, angular, and hard of face. Vho is Cart?” said 1, “Cart von Lichtenberg?” replied Eloin “Why, he is the ron's gon, He in eight, and he tore my frock hifted hem this morning right her in her chair, and plue! up ti of her tiny skirt to show me the lace, “Hut tt was not for that Cart has been put in prison, for I never told, did 4, Gretel? jretel grunt aid whe, “if you have fin- you @an bave an hours Ished supper piny before bed. +e lool the Lamp in her hand, and jed ue from ti room down &@ corr a hen, opening one wide of @ tall, do ied ue into em im mense pielure gallery. Buddenly Gr halted. Mhe steed lamp in hand before « picture. “Ah, Toto!” oried Bhoiwe I had seized her arm, Io roughiy in my agitation, for picture before w od filled me with « woarovly describe terror, b The tewiinu held my as the lets y, ob ‘a it « yas, came that mye (fied my evu oie vie laaled, and owes ee bere ‘ oe eee ‘ yt wee be vevly lied i eobere eo rea he bad drowned her in ee in the weeds of Sekives Léchionberg, one Gare 04 Ob, Carl, bow cee pou or euch oe tics of ide to. @ad day of December, in th of our Lord 1611. He had slain himself, too, “body and soul,” said the old chronicles, Alas what man oan slay bis soul or save it from the punish- ment of ite orimeal The playroom wae full of toys, evi- dently Carl's, and we played tll bed- me, Bloise and lL Then i was marched off to the door of my bed- room, where Joubert was waiting for me, Joubert was assisting my father undress. They were taiking, “Joubert,” sald my father, “thie re- Jation of mine, Baron Lichtenberg, of the Schloss Lichtenverg, in the prov- ince of What-do-you-call-it—put my oat on that ohair—strikes me as be- ing @ German, and, more than that— mark you, Joubert, madness lies in the eyes of a man, I say nothing, but i= glad the blood of the Lichten- That night I woke to find people tf my room. I did not open my eyes; yet I knew them by their voter Baron Lichtenberg was stanaing by 6 foot of my bed; beside him stood the woman Gretel. They were gazin vpon me and talking about me, 1 was chill with terror. “It {s horrible,” said the man, “but it was rearnen’ Look at him. Can you doubt?” “Yes,” said the woman; “it is he, ee surely as sh Margaret.” ‘And you say he recognized her pio- ture?” “Surely,” replied the woman, “by his face, which I watched narrowly, And now, what is to dot Will you Tring them together?” “To-morrow,” said the Baron. I was awakened by the nute of a hern blown by some ranger in the forest. The sun w shining in through the window, ht bad vane ished with all ite dreams and fears, and Joubert was at the door, waiting to help me dress. I was led down by Joubert and given into the charge of Gretel. Breakfast was laid for Eloise and in the same boudoir where we had supped the night before, but lo, and behold! when we reached the room another child was there as well as Eloise. A boy of my own age. A charming little figure dressed in the uniform of a Pomeranian grenadier, “This ts Carl!" evied Eloise, pulling the little grenadier forward by the hand. “This is Toto, Carl. I forgot his other name. No matter, 1 am hungry. Gretel, I pray you let us have breakfast Carl was dark; and he met me Without emiling, and took my band without grasping it properly, and Jooked at me, not directly, Wut in & veiled manoer curious lu @ child #0 young. Carl repetied mo, and yet attracted me. When | contrast hie face with the portrait in the picture gall the schions, 1 can eee now, with tbh eye of memory, the awful likene: between h.m and the dead and gone Margaret von Lichtenberg just aa 1 oan wee the likeness between myself and Philippe de Baiuce, The “family likeness"—that mya- terioug fact in life before which sol- encet’ dumb—never was more imani- te eurious, ; but what made the thing wore ore deeply involved in mye tery, was the fuct that under the me root, hundreds of years aftor the old tragedy of long agu, the fac @imiion of the two actore should moet as childsen fresh to the werd Afier breakfest, when we were running down 4 corridor making for arden, and led by Bivise, & wen- man stopped us, and Cm] «low Words of greeting, and passed on “That was the King,” #aid Kivise to-murrow—be and y after . 1 cried, my obMaten heast recalling the lovely Countess Feilciant, who bad been clean forgot ton for tweive houre oF more Yes,’ said Kiviee noeue avd Come aon ine, adios vy the f y minutes would have « from the w os etlention of « | from Che trees © < hetere father Wether oe foe ne be spenking (0 6 wm Hefere | eowt repy & thing? 1 #aw it all, No, monseur. They had @ little quarrel as to who should play with the drum, and Toto Ls wd Him and he fell into the water, ‘as it not ao, Carl?” But Carl was incapable of answer- ing. Boreaming like # girl in hyaster- dos, he olung to the Baron, whe bad taken bim up in bis arms. “Now, then,” said my father, who had come up. “What is thief ‘What ia the mean: of this, wir? Come, apeak! Did you dare to”— “Father,” I eaid, “I pushed hig, but I did not mean to hurt him—truly I did not.” “Do not blame him,” #aid Von Ligh- tenberg, turnigg to the house with Cari in his arms, “It ts Fate, Chil. dren do these things without knowing it. Do not punish him.” “All the same," said my father, as ‘the ohild te halt drowned, You have dieg: your- self. Off with you to Joubert and place yourself Onder arrest.” i ealuted. “Tread and water, “and for three days.” I saluted again and marched off to the house dejectedly enough. As I went, litle footsteps eounded behind me, and Biotse ran up. “You must not mind Carl, Toto,” said she “He cannot help eryig, Listen, and I will tell you a wecrot. I heard mamina tolling jt to father; they thought I was asieop. Little Carl ts a girl! Monsieur le Baron has brought her up 44 & bey to avoid something evil that has been prophesied—so mother aald. What ts ‘prophasted,’ Toto?” aid my father, “I don't know,” I replied, my head too full of th rest and brea much diamal prospect of ar- out I went to Joubert, who for- »nced ma under arrest Next day happened @ thing which even #'\!l recurs to me in nightmare When | caine down to breakfast, Feleased from arrest by apectal inter vention of the Raron, Cart waa not there (rote! maid he had caught acold from his welling and wae confined (> We room Late in the « 1 ihe 4 him, Carriage @ containing Kueste had driven away and Vioiwe and I were pressing our noms Keuinat the panes of the win- dows ooking at the park, and specu ternoon Vlotae and I Jeting on Carl and the eondition of Ma old, when the door opened and Grete) iooked in *On, th 1 are, ohfidrent™ eres Grele Well and What are you doing with yourselves? “Nott yawned Wivise, turning from (he window “We have played a Our genes, haven't we to? “Well, you are eure to be getting tate wisehief if you are left to your aeives £6i0 the wow me oud | It te now a wp lv the Armour e " di end ped. it woe the dowire , ~ 6 ' your ome wingy ' And uff © ' ” het seane “4 veu of ee @ be bie ¥ de yee dead and made of fron, will not strike for ten min- utes,” said Gretel, “Gott! bow oold it Com is here, and how windy! let us play @ game of bil att to keep ourselves warm. My small handkerchief wae art into requisition, and Gretel jod, me, pinaing the handkerchief to my kepl. “And now,” said Gretel, “I will blind Bloise, and you can try to catch layed. beon standing below you might have heard our laughter had just missed Eloise, when 1 was myself acized from behind by the Waist, and Gretel's voice oried: “Now T've caught you Eveu as she spoke a deep rumbling came from the machinery room be- low, “Now I've oaught you. I've caught youl” orled Grete that seemed choking with laugi Something like a mighty bird swept 7 my forehead, tearing the kepi rom my head and the handkerchief from my eyes, and flinging me on the floor with the wind of its passage, BOOM! The great hammer of the Man tn Armour had etruck its first atroke, and with 4 thunderous, heart - tering sound. The great hammer had passed my head #o close that another half {nch would have meant death, BOOM 1 lay paralysed, looking up at the iron figure swinging to Its work, He had nearly Killed me, and I knew tt. Amaia the hammer flow toward the BOOM he tower rocked, and the sound roared through the openings, and the Joints of the tron figure groaned and the arme flew once more, BOOM And ones again, urged by the might he hammerman, tremendous, *pooalyptio And ainiator the volee of 10 #LOKt ball burat ove 9 Bread, at over the woods, Al the firat @troke Eloise hea down on the floor, screaming fright at the noine, att there #till, with andaged, when. the bound "What an led Grete who waa white and wheking “Little boy, had I not pluoked you away, the hammer would have killed youl It would @ Killed you had it not been for mel” an" in my heart I knew better than 0 a oe a ae er Theat plent I tld Jouvert of the hing, He paid Gretel wn ‘or ee Nee ven browse I nected tham more than any * trooped in the eure’s eastie of "y tale CHAPTER M1, The Hunting Song AVOUT het Joubert ten 4 weallng below, mate toe wit wp ie bed The evund of rioting tue “7 A band of wentertng murtctena had + ty the echinee end were proper 4 & enter the guests ie the oreet 4 out of het ant ww for 1 ew —_ = we nao Moco GOT va vaReay breed I a4 not know, Baron von ichtenberg was not there, A servant was handing coffee and the guests were chatting in two little Groups, and seemed quite oblivious of the musio that Was ravishing my elm pie heart. One mustoian—~ happy-faced vioe Nnlat—saw mo and nodded. Presently, when the musio ceased for a time, f nodded to the happy-faced one who had spied me. He emiled and I trotted back to bed. 1 shut the door cautiously and orept back to bed. There was something ob the bed, something on the protub- erance caused by my pillow. It was the handle of a knife. The blade of the knife was plunged into the mound of the bedclothes just where my head would have been. It was Joubert’s knife—his “couteau ¢e chasse,” a thing be was immensely proud of, a thing as keen as a razor. That was just iike one of Joubert’s tricka, He had come in, found my device, and left this, as much as to eay, “You'll see wh mornin) I plucked the knife out and put it on the floor, Then | crawled into bed, eee ee we “Laves-vous! Leves-vous! Leves- vous! Ta-ra-ra! Pom, pom! Hil My knife! What does it here?” Joubert could sound the revetll with his mouth almost as well ae @ trumpeter, and he was grand at imi- tating the big drum. Up I shot in bed, rubbing my eyes. ‘our what?’ “My knife, Hal I've caught you. Cutting your sticks and carving your name with my ooutewu de chasse! Scu have been to my bedroom. Don't answer me! You have bean to my bedroom and taken it from the pocket of my coat! A pretty thing!" “lt was sticking in my pillow when 1 came to bed!” eried t indignant the accusation, ‘Your pillow, when you eame to bed!" Joubert seised me, ran me across the room by the shoulders to *® large mirror, pointed to the refieo- tion of my shrinking form, and yelled: “De you eee that “Mata, out.” “Then you eee @ Han” “Rut, Joubert “Not « word.” eould tell whether Joubert earnest, oo I said wae no to be called a by Joubert, whose lies about battle, mur- der and sudden death were palpable, Irritating end sometimes eynioally #elf-con- fenned Latte Cart 414 not appear at break- fast and Micdee wae very despoudent, nop about Cart, but about fhe would not touch } them by the po “Ho we 44,” anid 1 “Lave go and toch them” enid wm “Come on” 1 reptiles. We took the forest path leating to ne tringet with ferme we thetic { from amidat th nd warped * tree Wal bee mpest for ¥ ‘ * wae Vogel, and goo) couse | have to remember that heme y ont he The ebiidvent Yre havinn, ret be weeklong for We wi oe hew wee y you ovet mates +, \utereatet at, without @ wend, oot 4ome , - y ot the bo Ang?” emia Witte o minvie” 1 reytiad, eotiog Vowwie whouider ot the hanti aot ¥ Hi gold, and when you blow on them they go"—= A at warbling sound filled the wood. It waa Vogel showing how the Whistles of the old woman sounded when you blew into them. I ad put a bird-call—the thing ere use for snaring birde—be- twoen his lips, He removed it again with @ laugh and weat on with his work. “Yes; and she gave littis Cart a Tabbit for himself last time | took him to see her, There.” He handed the whistle, which was finished, up to m over his shoulder, and I biew on it and fou it good. “Would you like to have @ rabbit like-that?” asked Vogel, filing his pipe and lighting it would.” “Well, you oan have one I will get one for you to-morrow, or to-day, if you like to come with me to see the gid woman who makes the whistles, ‘Will you come? “What time?” said I, hesitating. “Now,” said Vogel, My answer wes cut short by asound from behind—the clinking of a bucket and Joubert maid appeared from the path leading to the lake, They were coming to eis. water plants for some bow old decoration. Joubert was gallantly carrying the bucket. Vogel sprang to his fee! “IL must go,” said he. “It was my Joke. Tam the old woman who makes the whistles.” Of ho went. T have often thought since that } much weariness, much sorrow to m and much plotting and planning to the Great Writer of love atories, who lives above, might have been saved if I had gone that day with Vogel to ™ “the old woman who makes the whistles.” Left alone, with no one to play with, after Eloise left, f wandored idly about the castie. Looking over the } bookshelves in the library, I chanced ide, revealing @ ni I opened it. It led into @ passage, dimly lit from above, and ending in @ door of muffed glass, About hait way down on the floor atood a toy horse—a dappled-gray horse with @ broom-like tall and @ well-worn sad~ die—evidently left there by some child and forgotten, I came down the passage to the door, The muffing of the door had been ecratohed. There was a spy- hole, evidently made by a child, for it waa just on « level with my own eye, and there was a word scratched on the paint of the muffing whic! though T had to read it backwards, made out to be: CARL, T peeped through the ho! Tt dta- closed a room, evidently a nursery, plainly but pleasantly furnished. On the window-aeat, looking out and drumming an accompaniment on the glass to the tune he was ainging, knelt Carl, I looked for the handle of the doo found it, turned it, opened the door, without knocking, and entered the room. The child the window turned, and, when aw me, flung up his arms with @ gesture of terror and glanced round wildly, as If for some- where to hide, It cut me to the heart; it frightened me, too—this terror of the ehlid for oy I remembered Jolne's words: “Little Cart is a girl.” “Gretel! Gretel! Gretel!” erted the child as T ran forward, took bim in my aria, and kissed him on the fore- head Whether he had expected me to hit bim or not 1 don't know; but at this treatment he ceased his cries, and, pushing ine away from him, looked @t me dubiously. won't hurt you, little Carll" and at the words @ whole ocean of tender: hess welled up in my heart for the trembling and lonely little figute in the soldier's dress, this Pomeranian srenadier, timorous as @ rabbit, “I won't burt you. I didn't mean to knock you in the pond." ‘ “Hut you 41d," said Cart, ous, Bee here, oun and I'm sorry my dow” asked Carl, for he had ween Marengo bounding about the lawn. "Yea" said 1, knowing full well that the promise was about equiv alent to the promiaa of the moon The iittle hand fell into mine “Gretel, aad Cari, now in @ eon. Adential ‘tone, “told ine you we kill me it T played with y fenr you, or if T loo ‘Om, he youl” “And I clamped more tahuy “1 know ted int Uttle form 0 Of tow worta, and those two words told ma quite Viainly that he believed me and had fidence in me. not you,” he wait - wilh you he Aoieied, irrele I'M give you bim 1 father will bee eure to, tT Wut U get here?’ eaid one 1 1 aneweres Khe took me by the band and led CHAPTER IV The Death of Vogel TUM Joubert loft me sions wget 1 tet My om io time t p'WEXT WEN'S COMPLETE AVL M THE CERN WOLD THE TIME LOCK By CHARLES E. WALK jonas neat MR fore me, adding my thin voice i“ bert ‘w Vogel coming toward me through & wood, Phen, all at once, the vanished And 1 was on a bed and waa smothering me with @ And then I awoke, and I was in Bed and 1 was being smothered by a gils low, Oh, horror! Oh, the horror of that waking! Some one was iyl me; @ pillow was over my face, ing it. I shrieked, and my shriek not go an inch beyond my b My nose was crushed flat; my mouth, open to sor could not close again, ‘The pillow bulged in, and then, fumg away like a feather by the wind, Went the form that was crushing and the pillow that was me; and shriek upon shriek—the mest horrid, the most unearthly, the mest soul sickening--shriek after ghetek tore the air; and, jumping upon my = © feet, standing on the bed with outspread, I gased on the ; & ee outcries that were piercing echioss from cellar to turret, On the floor, lit for my view halfpenny night-light calmly in its little dish, Marengo and @ at war—and the victory with Marengo. The great dog Re the man by tho back of the ‘he man, face down, was di floor with his fists just as you see an angy child ia fit of passion. " The dog was dumb, end making mighty efforts to turn the is teak 3 floor. - Suddenly the dog eprang away and, of lightning, sprang . had get the throat-hold, hry? gobbling, worryin, the ond of the man and hie hunting forever. For the man was Vogel. I eaw that, ami then I saw nothing more. When I regained consciousness | was in my father’s room, lying on the ded. Joubert was sitting on the bed beside me. 5 ‘oubert,” aaid I, “where is heft owner, “Vogel.” ‘God knows!” aaid Joubert. “Hage, @rink this.” It was brandy and it nearly took my breath away, but it gave me life. “Now,” e@aid Joubert, petting the lass on the table by and king my emall trousers én his hand, ut these 0: “Why am I to dress, Joubert? “We are going away. Ah, fine @e- ings there have been! who. end of tt all?” As he helped me to dress he me of what had occurred. The tlemen below had deen playing when the shrieks of Vogel had eun- dered the card players lke the sword like a fas! i of death, py htabing. upstairs, on br jarengo guarding the 0 Voxel, and ed manding $0 tae screaming. When my father \t me in hia arms, [ told all—of "8 attempt to smother me, of the 1 had found in my pillow, and of occurrence in the bell-tower. It have been my subconscious int gence speaking, for I remember - ing of it; but it was enough, “Then,” said Joubert, “the with you tucked under his left turned on the Baron. ‘What is thie? Hohloes sald he. ‘Assassination in the Lichtenber, > ““‘Liar!’ erled the Baron. And be- fore the word was well from his mouth, crack! the General him open-fisted in the face, mark sprang up as ff the had hit him red-handed. Mordies! I never saw a neater blow gt or one so taken, for the Baron blinked. Ho just nodded hie La i to way, ‘You’ ‘Then he jn Count Hahn's, and turned to Major von der taking him by the arm, others. Then word came to and have you ready, for we are ing the schloss thie night. Now vitel" “Hut, Joubert, I remember nething “All what?’ “Telling a “Well, whether you remember 9% qr Bot, there it ia” of ali that.” father of bet! Vogel en@-the “And the knife—Joubert, not, you yourself, etick the the pillow? suid Joubert. “When yo oh me playing eeuh triek as that?’ | think | know why they wanted to kill me? “Why Hiecause they thought I would a. Witte Cart” Joubert granted Me eaid be, “hold your toot (LT lace that boot Hearcely bad be done ae ' Genera! Haba od at the ress the € . pack, ready to leave the sehione at 4 be cried ly Joubert “The horese afe beioe gol toudy.” 1 have my orders,” replied Joy. Aud now trom below eame the tramvling of bores, and the tas wheele wh the band tt own the eurr owing with the fee stood by Che arene fo behia peenion, & » the fy GOING AWAY VOR THE SUMMEM? 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