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-'aTUKPAY, SEPTEMBER 16, 19 tt
Alias the Lone Wolf
1 " By LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE
(Copyright, 1921, lutenational Magazine Co.
TODAY
' Secret Service!
RP f ;m-' detective, who pre- .
• , ie ‘ U!! o W n a:- Andre Duche
rt • ..nth of France to avoid
the vengeful Bolsheviki, I
31 opened the way to |
rc ,~, d from robbery by |
’ Mm- de Sevenie and her
B- ... v,hem was the beau
in .|. Alontalais. American
J J , , i ~-nch officer and pos
K "/ m.o uificent collection of j
c£f "I
■i-j, i. purl main was dining at ,
, (.t range automobile
; tv takes refuge from a storm.
• ~f Whitaker Monk; his
phinuit; the latter’s broth-
Julcs, who acts as chauffeur; and |
g.rtuit and Countess de Lorg-
Parhnnm'a suspicions are aroused j
ie „ tin v cleverly inquire of Eve j
Moi.uiais’ jewels and learn that |
an . in chateau. Above all,
c'h.mm is dismayed when they j
, a i ; of the “Lone Wolf,” the
. .. nt;,--!<t cracksman of earlier
•s Pal they know his secret?
chemin is ataeked again by the
Apaches and severely wounded !
fort* heirig rescued by Eve dc*
intalais.
i.O ON WITH THE STORY.
OI AIMER VIII.
Speeking of l.ovr.
In the course of two weeks or so
ehnniri was aide to navigate a j
eclnl chair, bask on the little hal j
nv outside his bedchamber win- i
«■ iii the Chateau de Montalais, 1
d even —strictly against orders—
Ee experimental strolls.
Th— wound in his side still hurt
e the very deuce at every ill-con
iiiovem°nt; and this constant
Binder "f outlaws and violence
unpin! luietieniiu to urge Eve de
to place her jewel:, ill safe
eping-
tvr 'I I, Montalais launched the
arming, low-keyed laughed of a
pirfly diverted woman.
"I nncn'po M | discretion: ! T will
as nm ui h. 1 will leave Louise
lak*- cm-,, of mijdamp nm. mere
r a f 1 ". days '' bile I journey to
“Alone?"
‘ Bui naturally."
i" ', a v V ! travel alone io
-'■ ' l| ' •> te* i nrc in i< wels? Ah,
' " : 'l 'at her steal the jewels
1 ' 1 v them 1,, Paris, put
V;; k'' n l’iiig, ainl semi you
h>t of trouble monsieur
“ ld : ;ivo 'f he would onjy
s ’° k "" J iIK [r > dr » as he threatens.”
Aml ,low amusing if he were ar-
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rested en route,” Duchemin supple
mented with a wry smile.
“I am quite confident of your abil
ity to elude the police, monsieur.’
“Madame is too flattering; one is
sure she is wise to put so great
j a temptation in the way of any
man.”
"Listen, my friend.” Eve de Mon
talais flicked* away her cigaret and
sat forward, elbows on knees, hands
laced, her level gaze holding his.
"It is true, our acquaintance is bare
jly three weeks old;, but the mask
1 you hold'between yourself and the
! world, lest it pry into .what does not
concern it, has been lowered when
you have talked with' me; and 1 have
had eyes to see what was re
vealed—”,
j "Ah, madame!”
“ —the nature of a man of honor,
: monsieur, simple of heart and gen
| erous, as faithful as he is brave.”
Eve had spoken impulsively, with
| warmth of feeling unrealized until
I too late. Now slow color mantled
! her cheeks. But her eyes remained
steadfast. Candid unshamed. It
was Duchemin who dropped his.
gaze, abashed.
With a troubled smile he said: "I
: would give much to be worthy of
I what you think of me, madame. And
! 1 would be a poor thing indeed if I
1 failed to try to live up to your faith."
“You will not fail,” she replied.
; “What you are, you were before my
j faith was, and will he afterward,
! when ...”
She did not finish, but of a sudden
j recollected herself, lounged back in \
| her chair, and laughed quietly, with
humorous appeal to bis sympathy.
“So that is settled: I am not to
be permitted to take my jewels to
Paris alone. What then, monsieur?”
“I would suggest you write your;
bankers,” said Duchemin seriously, |
“and request them to send you two
trusted men—to guard you on the
way.”
’But why? You have been so per
sistent about this matter, monsieur.
Ever since that night when those
curious. people stopped here nr the
rain . . . Can it be that you suspect
them of evil designs upon my trink
ets?”
Duchemin shrugged. "Who knows,
madame, what they were?"
“They were clever people, far
more clever than poor provincial-,
like us.” She took a moment for
thought. “But 1 ain puzzled by their
i harping oil the subpect of—l think
i they called him the Lone Wolf. Now
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i why should they do that?”
j Duchemin was constrained to take I
I refuge in another shrug. “Who j
, knows?” he iterated. “If they were
j as clever as we assume, doubtless j
they were clever enough to have a i
motive even for that.”
He really existed, this Lone
Wolf?”
• ‘ Assuredly, madame. For years j
he was the nightmare and the '
scourge of people of wealth in every
capital of Europe.”
'Why did they tall him the Lone!
Wolf, do you know?”
1 believe some imaginative Palis- j
lan journal! 1 fixed Ihat sobriquet
on him ,n recognition of the theory
upon which, apparently, he oper
ated.”
“And that was—?”
"Ihat a criminal, at least a thief,
to be successful must be absolutely
anonymous and friendless; in which
case nobody can betray him. As
madame probably understands,
criminals above a certain level of
he police except through the treach
ery of accomplices.”
“Still, in the end—?”
“Oh, no, madame. The Lone Wolf
was never caught. He simply
ceased to thieve.’’
“1 wonder why . . .”
"1 believe because he fell in love
and considered good faith with the
I object of his afleetions incompatible
with a career of crime.”
"So he gave up crime. How ro
mantic! And the woman: did she
appreciate the sacrifice?”
While she lived, yes, madame.
Dr so they say. Unfortunately she
died.”
“And then--?”
So far as is known the converted
enemy to society did not backslide;
the Lone Wolf never prowled again. ’
! “An extraordinary story.”
"But is not every story that has
to do with the workings of the hu
man soul? Even you—. A woman
of your sort walling herself up in a
wilderness, renouncing the wori I,
i renouncing life itself in its very hey
j day—-!”
“1 will explain.” The sleekly coif
fured brown head bent low over
hands that played absently with
their jewels. “To a woman of my
sort, monsieur, life is not life with
out love. [ lived once for a liEIo
time, then love was taken out of nr
life. When tny sorrow had spent it
self, I knew that I must find love
again if I were to go on living.
What was I to do? I know that
love is not found through seeking.
Lo t waited ...
“But this is not writing to niv
hankers, monsieur,” she said in a
changed but steady voice. I must
do that at once if I am to get the
letter in today’s post.”
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THE AMERICUS TIMES-RECORDER
CHAPTER IX.
The Blow From the Dark
In short, Monsieur Duchemin eon
, sidered convalescence at the Chateau
\ de Montalais one of the most agree
j able of human estates.
Put now an end. Tomorrow the
j detectives commissioned by Madam'-
de Montalais’s bankers would ar
! rive. Tomorrow the would set out
on her journey to Pan-. Tomorrow
Andre Duchemin must .walk forth
from the Chateau de Montalais and
turn his back on all that was mo t
i dear to him in life,
j On that last night, Eve smoked on
ly one cigarette with Duchemin in
the drawing room after dinner, then
excused herself to wait on Madame
de Sevenie and finish her packing.
'1 shall miss you, monsieur. Tie
chateau will seem lonely when 1 re
turn.”
“And the world, madame,” said
Duchemin—“the world into which 1
must go—it, too, will seem a lonely
place—a desert, haunted ...”
“You will soon forget . . . Cha
teau de Montalais.”
“Forget! when all 1 shall have will
be my memories—””
“Yes,” she said, “we shall both
have memories . . . ” And suddenly
the rich deep voice quoted iii Eng
lish : “ ‘Memories like almighty
wine.”
She offered to disengage her hand,
but Duchemin tightened gently tli"
pressure of his fingers, bowing over
it. His lips touched her hand for a
moment; then he released it. She
went swiftly to the door, faltered,
turned.
“We shall see each other in the
morning—to say au revoir. With
us monsieur, it must never be
adieu.”
She was gone; but she had loft
Duchemin with a singing heart that
would not let him sleep when lie
had gone to bed.
Till long after midnight he tossed
restlessly, bedeviled alternately by
melancholy and exhilaration.
He heard the clock strike lw->,
and hortly after, in a lit of exasper
ation, lighted the candle, found iti :
book, and fumbled vainly for a
i-iga retie.
What greater folly could there b
than to want a cigarette and do with
out one when there were plenty in
the drawing room, to be had for the
taking? He rose and left his chain
ber.
Shielding Hie candle flame with
his hand, ho gained the drawing
room as noiselessly as any ghost.
The fire had died down till only
embers glowed; faint under films of
ash.
The cigarettes were not where lit*
had expected to find them, near om*
end of a certain table. Duchemin
put down the candlestick and moved
toward the ether end, discovering ,
the box he sought as soon as his |
back was turned to the light. In the j
same breath this last went out.
lie stood for a moment transfixed :
in astonishment. There were no win
dows open, no draughts, An iiisan- ]
thing to happen to one, at such an ;
hour, in such a place . . .
He turned back to relight the can- j
die. It was gone.
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