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Newspaper Page Textnr ill 11m i|| i PMi-swwtwwsEff’gspycci .' ■ 1 ’: • > '■’-t.wxssrjj '- nth."-:;* \ . v;. ,r\ ■->■;,■ THE ALBANY DAILY HERALDS SATURDAY, JANUARY 6 1906. .... , '■ ■ ■ -i ■ ' ■ ~ 1 7 —q/w IShe A Mystery Of Two Continents Holladay By BURTON E. STEVENSON Copyright, 1903, by Henry Holt end Company (Continued from Last Saturday's Dally Herald. CHAPTER XIV. WATCHED him with a kind of fascination until he disappeared through the door of the cabin. I could guess what It had cost him drag himself from hls bed, what gony of apprehension must bare beeu pon him to make him take the risk, be Jourdalns. puzzled at my not re aming, unable to keep silence, sus- ectlng, perhaps, some plot against lemselves, had doubtless gone to the ospltul and told him of my appear: nee—there had been no way for me guard against that. He had easily liessed the rest. He had only to eon- lit the passenger list to assure htm- If that Mr. Royce and I were abourd. id he was following us, hoping— {hat? What could a man In Ills cou- jtlon hope to accomplish? What need s there for us to fear him? And yet (ere was something nbout him—some- ing In the atmosphere of the mun- t almost terrllled me. came back to earth to find that iyce und Mrs. Kembnll had drifted ay together and that my companion is regarding me from under half ised lids with a little smllu of lenient. ou’re awake agalu, Mr. Les- asked. "Do you often suffer that sort?" me,” I stammered. "The I-I"- looked quite dismayed,” she led relentlessly. “You seemed r ely horror stricken. I saw uoth- irmldable about him.” 'o, you don’t know him!" I retort- ana stopped, lest I should say too ich. I think we'd better sit down," she d, smiling. "Your kuees seem to be 1 somewhat shaky." o we sought a seat near the stern, ere we could watch the city sink dually away In the distance as the at boat gilded smoothly out Into bay. confess I was worried. I bad not ught for a moment that Martlguy uld have the temerity to board the le boat with us—yet It waB not so nderful after all, since he could not iss that I suspected him, that I !W him and Bethune to be the same son. That was my great advantage, any event we were to no danger THE REAL TEST Herplclde Is In Giving It a Thor ough Trial. here is" only one test by which to ge of the efficiency of any article I that Is by Its ability to do that Ich It Is intended to do. Many hair ors may look nice and smell nice, the point Is—do they eradicate Ban ff and stop falling hair? o, thoy do not, but Herplclde does, use It goes to the root of the evil kills the germ that attacks the ilia from whence the hair gets Us etters from prominent people every- cre are dally provftig that Newbro’s ■plcide stands the Itost of use." Is a delightful difsslng, clear, pure free from oil or grease, kjfcld by leading druggists. Send IOC. in n>nps for sample to The Herplclde Co., B-oit, Mich. 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"I trust that I’m not In the way, Mr. Lester?” Inquired a low, provoking voice at my side, and I awoke to the fact that I had again been guilty of forgetting my companion. "Mias Kemball," I begau desperately, “let me confess that I’m In an exceed ingly vexatious situation. The fact that I can’t ask advice makes It worse." “You can’t usk even Mr. Royce?” she queried, with raised browB. “He least of all. You see, he’s Just recovering from a severe nervous breakdown." * "I Bee,” she uodded. I glanced ut her again—at the open, candid eyes, the forceful mouth uud chin—aud I took a sudden resolution. “Miss Kembnll," I said, "I’m going to ask your help—that Is, If I may.” "Of course you muy.” “Well, then, tbut man who came on board lust Is the Inveterate enemy of both Mr. Royce aud myself. We’re trying to uucurth a particularly atro cious piece of villainy in which lie’s concerned. I have reason to believe him capable of anything and u very Send of cleverness. I don’t know what he may plot aguinst us, but I’m certain he’ll plot something. Mr. Royce doesn’t even know him by sight and shouldn’t be worried, but unless he’s forewarned he may walk right Into dunger. I want you to help me keep an eye ou him—to help me keep him out of dauger. Will you help me?” “Why, oertalnly!" she cried. "So we’re to have a mystery—Just We two!" "Just we two,” I assented. She looked at me doubtfully. “I must remember Mr. Grahara’B warning,” she said. "You haven’t In vented this astonishing story Just to entertain me, Mr. Lester?" “On my word, no,” I responded a lit tle bitterly. “I only wlBh I had!” "There I" she said contritely. "I shouldn’t have doubted. Forgive me, Mr. Lester. Only It seemed so fantas tic, so Improbable"— “It Is fantastic,” I assented, “but, un fortunately, It Is true. We must keep an eye ou M. Martlgny, or Bethuue." "Which Is his real name?” “Those are the only ones I know, hut I donbt it either la the true one.’’ Boyce and Mrs. Kemball Joined ns B moment later, and we sat watching the low, distant Long Island shore un til the gong summoned us to lunch. A word to the steward had saoured us one of the small tables In an alcove at the side. Our Srst meal at sea was B merry one, Mr. Royco seeming In such spirits that I was more than ever determined not to disturb him with the knowledge of Martlguy’s presence. As the moments passed my fears seemed more and more uncalled for. It was quite possible, I told myself, that I had been making a bogy of my own Imaginings. The Frenchman did not appear In the saloon, und after ward an Inquiry of the ship’s doctor developed the fact that he was seri ously 111 and quite unable to leave hls stateroom. I may as well confess at once that I was seasick. It came next morning, ten minutes after. I had left my berth, not a violent sickness, but u faintness and giddiness that made me long for my berth again, but Mr. Royce would not hear of it. He got me out on deck aud Into my obnlr, with the fresh breeze blowing full in my face. There was a long line of chairs drawn up there, and from the faces of most of their occupants I Judged they were far more miserable than 1. , After awhile the doctor came down the line and looked at each of us, stop ping for u moment’s dint. "Won’t yon sit down n minute, doc tor?" I asked when he came to me, and motioned to Mr, Boyce's chair. "Why, you're not sick!" ho protest ed, laughing. "Jt wasn’t nbout myself I wanted to talk,” I said. "How's y-j'.ir oilier pa tient, the one who ca.i.c aboard last?” Hls-face sobered ill an instant. “Martlguy Is Ids mime. ’ lie saill, "and lie's la very bail shape; He must have been desperately anxlovts to get hack to France. Why, lie might have dropped over dead there on the gang plank.” "It's a disease of the heart?" "Yes, far advanced. He can't get well, of course, but lie may live on indefinitely. If he’s careful." “He’s still confined io hls bed?" "Ob, yes. He wdu’t leave It during the voyage If he takes my advice. He’s got to give bis heart Just as little work as possible or It’ll throw up the Job al together." I turned the talk to other things', end In a few moments he went on along hls rounds. But I wss not long alone, for I saw Miss Kemball oomlng toward me. "So mul do mer has laid Its hand on you, too, Mr. Lcsterl” she cried. “Only a finger," I said. “But a finger Is enough. Won’t you take pity on a poor landsman and talk to him?" "But tbnt’s reversing onr positions!” she protested, sitting down, neverthe less, to my great satisfaction. "It was you who were to bo the entertainer! Is our Mcphlsto abroad yet?” she ask ed I11 a lower tone. "Meplilsto Is still wrestling with hls heart, which, It seems, Is scarcely able to furnish the blood necessiiay to keep him going. The doctor tells mo that he'll probably spend the voyage abed." “So there’ll be nothing for ub to do after all! Do you kuow, I was longing to become a female Lecoql" “Perhaps you may still havo the clmuce,” I said gloomily. "I doubt very much whether Mcphlsto will consent to remain Inactive.” Sho clapped her hands and nodded a laughing recognition to oue of the passing promenaders. "You're going to Paris, aren't you, Miss Kemball?" I asked. "To Paris—yes. You too?" "We'go first to Etretat," I said and stopped as she leaned, laughing, back SB "Won't you take pity on a poor lands man 1" I11 her chair. "Why, what’s wrong with that?" I demanded, lu some astonish ment. “Wrong? Oh, nothing. Etretat’s a most delightful place—only It recalled to mo an amusing memory of how my mother was one day scandalized there by some actresses who were bathing. But It's hardly the season for Etretat. The actresses have not yet arrived. You'll ilud It dull.” , "We will not stay there long,” I sold, “But tell mo nbout It” "Etretat,” said my companion, “ia a bohemian resort. It. has a beach Qf gravel W here people bathe all day long. When one's tired of bathing there are the cliffs aud the downs, and In the evening there's the casino. You know French, Mr. Lester?" ’ “Oh, I know the phrase made im mortal by Mark Twain," . " ‘Avez-vous du vlu?’—yea.” “And I think I also have a hazy ree- ollectlou of the French equivalents for bread und butter and cheese and meat We Bhiin't starve. Besides, I think Mr. Iloyee enu help. He’s been to France.” “Of coui-se—.and here he comes to claim hls chair.” “I won’t permit him to claim It If you'll use it u little longer,” I protest ed. “Ob, but I must be going." And sho arose, laughing. “Huvo I been a satis factory entertainer?" “More than satisfactory; I’ll accept no other.” "But you won’t need any at all aftor this morning—I don't really believe you're 111 now!" 1 She nodded to Itoyce and moved away without waiting for my answer. Saturday, Sunday and Monday passed, with only such incidents to enliven them as are common to all voyages, but I saw that quiet and sea air were doing their work well with my com panion and thnt he was steadily re gaining hls normal health, so I felt more-aiul more at liberty to devote my self to Miss Kemball, In such moments ns sho would permit me, und I found her fascination Increasing In a ratio quite geometrical. Martlguy waa still abed, and, so the ship's doctor told me, wus Improving very slowly. It wus Tuesday evening that Mrs. Kemball aud her daughter Joined ns on the promenade, and wo found a seat in the shudow of the wbeelbouse and sat for a long time talking of many things, watching the moonlight across the water. At last we arose to re turn, und Royce and Mrs. Kemball started on ahead. "Two more days and we’ll be at Havre," I said. “I’ll be very sorry." "Sorry? I'd never have suspected you of such a fondness for the ocean.” “Oh, It’s not the ocean 1” I protested, nnd—wliat with the moonlight and the ■ oft night and the opportunity—"the lime and the place and the loved one, all together”—wonld have uttered I know not wbat folly bad she not sprung suddenly forward with a sharp cry of alurm. “Mr. Royce!” she cried. “Mother! 1 They stopped and turned toward her Just ns a heavy spar crashed to the deck before them. CHAPTER XV. UNDERSTOOD In a flash what had happened and sprang up the stair to the upper deck, determined to have It out with our enemy once for all. I searched It over thoroughly, looking In and under the boats and I behind tunnels and ventilators, but could discover no sign of any one. Wbe» I got back to the promenade a Utile crowd bad gathered, attracted by the noise of the tailing spar, which a dozen members of the crew were busy hoisting back Into place.' "I do not see how those lashings could have worked loose," said the of ficer In charge. I took a look at the lashings. They bad not been cut, as I expected to fiml them, bnt bad been untied. Martlgny had doubtless worked at them while we Mt there talking. “Well, luckily, there'a no damage done,” observed Mr. Royco, with af fected lightness, "though It was a close shave. If Miss Kemball hadn’t called to ns the spar would have struqk us.” Mrs. Kemball closed her eyes with a giddy little gesture at the vision tlio words called np, and the officer frown ed in chagrin aud perplexity. Just then the captain came up, and the two step- pod aBlde for a consultation In voices so low that only an excited word of French was now and then audible.. I turned to Miss Kemball, who was lean ing against the rail with white face and eyes large with terror. “But It was not an accident, Mr. Lester,” 'she whlBpereil. "I saw a muu leaning over the spar.” I nodded. “I don’t doubt It In the least But don’t tell your mother. It will only alarm her needlessly. We’ll talk It over In the morning.” She said good night nnd led ber moth er away toward their stateroom. I went at once In search of the ship’s doctor and mot him at the foot of the saloon staircase. “How la Martlgny, doctor?’ I asked. “Worso, I fear," he answered hur riedly. "He has Just sent for me." "Which room has he?" “He’s In 8TS, an outside room on tho upper deck.” I went forward to tho smoking room and looked over the colored plan of the ship posted there. A moment’s Inspec tion of It showed me how easily Mar tlgny had eluded pursuit. He bad only to walk twenty feet, open a door and get into bed again. When I kat down next morning be side Miss Kemball she closed her book and turned to mo with a very deter mined air. “Of course, Mr. Lester,” she began, "If you think uny harm can come from telling me, I don’t wunt you to say a word, but 1 really think 1 I’m entitled to an explanation.” “So do I,” I agreed, “You’ve proved yourself a better guard than 1 1. I’d for gotten all about Martlguy, I waa thinking—well, of something very dif ferent. I had no thought of danger." “Nov had I," she said quickly. "But I chanced to look np and see that dark figure bending over them, nnd I cried out; really, before I had time to think." “It was just that which saved them.” “Ycaj but; oh, I could think after- \msdl Fd only to close my eyes last night to see him there yet; peering down at us, waiting hls opportunity. And. then, of course, I puzzled more or less .o_y.ey {he whole thing.” "You shan’t puzzle any more," I said. Then I laid the case before her, stop by step. She listened with clasped bands and Intent face, not speaking til! I had finished. Then sho leaned book In her clmlr with a long sigh. “Why, It’s borriblel” she breathed. “But you haven’t given me your ex planation yet, Mr. Lester.” “I haven't any explanation,” I said helplessly. “I've built up half a dozen theories, hut they've all been knocked to pieces, one after the otboA I don’t kuow what to think, unless Mtss Bel indas' Is a victim of hypnotism or de mentia of some kind.” “Sometimes site’s nice and et other times she's horrid. It recalls Hr. Jekyll und Mr. Hyde,’ doesn't It?” “Yes, It does. Only, us I say, each an explanation seems absurd." "There’s oue theory which might ex plain It—part of It. Perhaps It wasn't Miss Holladay at all who returned from Washington square with the new maid. Perhaps It was the other wom an, and tho barred windows were real ly to keep Miss Holladay a prisoner.” “But she wasn't tberel" I protested. ’’We saw her when we gave her the money." “Yea, In a darkened room, with a bandage about her forehead, so hoarse she could scarcely speak.” I stopped a moment to consider. "Remombcr, that would explain something which admits of no other reasonable explanation," went ou my companion—“the barred windows and tho behavior of the prisoner." “It would explain that, certainly,” I admitted, though at first thought tho theory did not appeal to me. “You be lieve, then, that Miss Holladay was forcibly abdnotedT ‘‘Undoubtedly. If her mind was go ing to give way at all it wonld have done so at ones and not two weeks aft er the tragedy.” “But If she bad brooded owe* lb? I objected. “Sho wasn’t brooding—at least she had ceased to brood. You have Mr. Boyce’s word and the butler’s word that she wus getting bettor, brighter— quite like her old self again. Why Bhould she relapse?” 'I don't know,” I said helplessly. “That affair last night has upset me so that I can’t think clearly, I fesl that I was careless—that I wasn’t doing my duty.” “I shouldn’t worry about lt| though, of course," she added a little severely, “you’re realized by this time that you alone are to blame for Martignyhs' pres ence on the boat” “Bnt I bad to go to the Jourdalns," I protested, “and I oooldsf help their going to him. To have asked them art to go would have made them suspect me at once.” “Oh, yes; bnt et least yon needn’t have sent them. They might not havo gone mt all-eertajnly they wouldn’t (Continued on Pago Eight) J. K. PRAY, President. A. P. VASON. Vice President. EDWIN S’ T », Citizen s National Bank; Of Albany, Ga., CAPITAL $50,000.00. This Bank is fully uqulppotl to cure for the accounts of laintr merchants and others requiring courteous and accurate banking service. 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