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Show I Synopsis of Previous Chapters. yTVTATU RENTON and Eddie Havertou, modern soldiers of fon f tune, (have been gambling with Hubert Baxentor. a prosperous attorney, in his London apartments. After their departure late at night Renton returns 1o tho houBO, murders Baxenter and hides the body on the roof. While waiting for night to come again in order to make his escape, he finds in a desk a curious old yellowed document telling of a mysterious chest left in the caro of one of Bnxenter's ancestors by a French nobleman, the Marquis Z- de Dartigny. of the Chateau Chauvllle. Tho chest has been handed down from one generation of Baxenters to another and! carefully guarded in the hope that some day its rightful right-ful owner will be found. Renton decides to pose as the missing heir and claim the chest He goes to Franre to make some needful inquiries about the Dartigny family. The story of the mysterious chest gos back to the troubled days of the French Revolution when the Marquis was staying in the fancied security of hi chateau. His 6on Gaspard, who was active against the Paris Terrorists, learned his father's life was threatened and sent a friend, Remy Perancouri, to convey him and Caspard's litUe daughter Sylvia to a place of safefv in England. In their flight they were pursued by an evil-looking revolutionist. After vainly trying to dodge this pursuer Remy f i nnl I v -f- (Continued from Last Sunday) ml CHAPTER V. (Continued.) Another Victim. my little Jacquelin that will make nine since fUM J Augu t no, H don't shout, it's quite useless." As Remy spoke a gust of wind swept the orchard, moaning and rustling ji dismally through the branches. - V "Besides. It would only hurry mat- M ters you would die a little earlier u?m that's all " 1 The man against the tree bent j his eyes on Remy. i "And your reputation. I knew you as soon as you entered the j room yonder. Remy de Peran- j court knows most of the Public i Safety men " I For a moment surprise drove tho fear from Jacquelln's eyes. "You are one of Gapard de Dar-I Dar-I tigny's men"" j The man on tho wall niaUe a sar- donic bow. j "At your service, citizen. We aro a merrv bnd. are we not9 We I pay in the coin we receive. 'Kill, jfj kill" yell? the Tribunal, and 'Kill, ffl kill!' say we ou have often JM wanted to meet Gaspard. eh ho whose lieutenants strike where they : find? Why did you not call on tho .perfumier, Caron, at the corner of E$fl the Rue des Canettes' what a rich I haul you would have had! I ana I telling you this, Jacquelin, because secrets are safe with you forever. A To-night you go to your tribunal." ';5J "You would kill me here a bound man' Monsieur, you are a soldier your honor" Remy slid down from the wall and brought his eyes very close to those of the Informer. A new note ! had taken the place of the banter In his voice. "Yes, you are bound, I would perhaps release you, but I have not the time. My brother, Armand de J Perancourt. was bound when your hellish crowd delivered him to the executioner Yea, there were women In tho tumbril with him that HLWup. day bound bound all bniir.fi ' Think you that Sanson or Outredc-banque Outredc-banque would receive their guests for the fete of Madame Guillotine if they were not rendered helplec? No, little citizen. 'Equality' in all things. That is your watchword, fs it not? We of Gaspard's company com-pany are sworn to kill when and how we please, so long as no mercy is shown. Does one consider tho feelings of the viper beneath the heel the manner of killing the M H The man of the people did not take his eyes from his tormentor. On the gray face the perspiration stood out in little globules He struggled with his bonds and made as though to cry out. But the wind took the gasping moan which fluttered flut-tered from his white lips and sported with it and whirled it out a ever the fields Remy drew a pis- YW tol from his pocket and cocked it. fcj . He said no more after this, but sat and listened for a gust of wind of sufficient sound to deaden the coming shot. Jacquelin. divining his purpose, listened also. They could hear it away up tho road, whistling through the little wood that lay on the hillside Nearer it I came, plowing through the fantas- i j tic shapes of the fruit trees and scattering tho blossoms like snow. I Then it was upon them passed and went sobbing away over the j The grass at the Bpot in the or- I chard where the execution took place grew high, and a heap of I straw manure stood near by. As I Remy returned to the inn the moon coming from behind a bank I of cloud shone on an applo tree, peppered with petals. The trunk from which the branches spread out their twisted arms was hoar with nge. and patched with gray green "The excitable little landlord, crossing to tha door, pointed with many gesticulations to where two white towers with conical-shaped roof6 rose above the trees." lichen. Near the ground there was a darker patch, showing with a sinister sin-ister significance. The hostess was In the kitchen when the young man pushed open the door. "Your guest, cltizeness, has decided de-cided to go on to Lllleburne. The rain has ceased and he has gone on foot- He wishes you to let the horse rest the night In the stable here and send it on to him in the morning at the 'Wolf,'" Left alone, Remy took out his pistol and on the stock of it he cut a notch, the ninth which showed there; then, taking the bottle and two glasses, went, whistling, up tho little staircase to rejoin the Marquis Mar-quis de Dartigny. The old man was standing at the window, but he faced round when his companion entered "What has happened, Remy? It was you. was it not, who went out Just now7 There were two only one returned." Remv Perancourt sat down on the edge of the bed and laughed j shortly I "Yes, there wero two," he said. "1 left the bantam from Paris In the orchard. Monsieur le Marquis." Remy looked at the nobleman keenly keen-ly "Perhaps you do not understand under-stand the work your bon and his followers have undertaken? Six of us there were who met at the porfumler'a in tho Rue des Oan-eltes Oan-eltes there aro four now The Committee of Public Safety are not the only men in France who prepare pre-pare liFts; there are others whoso lists are every bit as fatal. The 'patriot' who lies out there was on mine. I knew him at once; Henri t , 'Maur'ce If he leaves Paris he ''2ii&''''''' always tells the manager where to J send on to." i "Then I think It would be as well ; ; ' --i'-""' if you wore to send a reply-paid J wire to the manager. Just ask If , Mr Baxenter arried on the 15th, ' - . v ' ' es n? Intended. I don't know.wbat V', J ij '- -" " ' it is, Cantle. but I have the feel- i .fSfTPa' ' . ': ' ing as though something were if fjfl '' '.'; w"v . .' wrong. Send the wire now, will y ' s: ; ' you? We can go through the let- ' J S ' V ' ters afterward" tfy ; -. c: ;. ty .. ' The old clerk placed his sheaf of papers on the edge of the solicitor's solici-tor's desk and went back to the y main office. 'X:"'"v Edward Cantle had entered the . firm of Baxeuter in the late sixties - jffiiw and was now as much part aud t parcel of the establishment as the brass plate on the door, the keeping keep-ing bright of which had been his Jacquelin la notorious In the Ma-rals Ma-rals section; It was he who sent the Comto de Massarey and his daughter to the guillotine. Sho was seventeen, monsieur and as fair as a lily." A sob camo into the young man's voice and he paused a moment; then : "Can you wonder, Monsieur le Marquis, that we little band of men kill these reptiles when we meet them? All of us have lost relatives rela-tives or friends; and until we, too, follow them to tho scaffold we are sworn to kill. Oh! you have not seen what we have seen you have not hetird the pravers of maidens In the tumbril' It Is not ihe people peo-ple the poor dovils who swallow the lies of their leaders and are driven like a pack of el My 6beep They shout through fear of their masters, and, believe me, I have seen deeds of heroes among tho canaille who surround tho scaffold have even seen a man smuggled out from among the condemned. Oh! I am anxious, monsieur, to get back to Paris and to my work. Perhaps my own time is 9hort and there Is so much to do first so much to do." The Marquis laid his hand cn tho young man's shoulder. "It Is not for me to Judge your actions, Remy, nor those of Gaspard. Gas-pard. I can only weep for my poor country We move in troublous times, without hope, without faith, and I caunot Judge things by tho old btandard. We will go to bed now, Remy; we will start early tomorrow. to-morrow. Sylvia should be at Fecamp Fe-camp by now. God grant they have met with no mishap." (C) 1920 Inlcmnlionil The Marquis de Dartigny 9lopt but little that night. The wind moaned dismally around the eaves of the old buildings and whistled through the orchard. He thought of the man he had seen in the room downstairs, and in his Imagination he saw the white face gazing up from the sodden grass, staring with unseeing eyes through the blossoms blos-soms and leaves of the apple trees. But Remy de Perancourt had no such morbid fancies. His tale would be good to relate at the next meeting in the Rue des Canettos, and he slept like a child, his hand clasped loosely round tho stock of the pistol with the nine notches. Two days after the happenings at the "Croix d'Argent" a little party could have beon seen leaving the back door of the "Tavern de la Luno" at Fecamp, The little Sylvia, Syl-via, barely awake, lay In the arms of the old Marquis. Susan, stolid a? ever, carried tho rugs and tho small chest, which contained a portion por-tion of the wealth of the Dartlgnys, and which had been tafer In Susan's care than that of the men. Remy was there, too. and a small, dark man. with rings In his ears, who led them down the steep path between the gorse-covered rocks to the little silver crescent of sand. By order of the authorities all sailing craft had to be unrigged each night, but here, beneath a rock, a small rowing-boat lay In waiting; the oars had been buried near by in the sand, but now lay ready to hand. The sea was steel-gray before them, Its surface cut up into llttlo waves by the wind that was blowing blow-ing from the shore. The eastern sky was aglow with opal and shell-Feature shell-Feature SttIco Inc Great Br pink. Half a mile from shore and almort hidden in tho mi6ts of the mornlug a cha6se marie rode at anchor, her three masts showing faintly. Remy watched the little party embark, waving to them as, under the strong strokes of the oarsmeo, they sprd toward the vessel. Then, wben the mists had swallowed them up, he turned and set his faco toward Paris. CHAPTER VI. The Body on the Roof. pTRAXGE, isn't It, Cantle. that Mr Hubert hasn't written this is the 21st?" The clerk, who stood by Robert Baxenter's desk in the green-our-tained private office, gave a little coush behind tho sheaf of papers he held In Ins hand "Mr. Hubert, sir, likes me to feel free when he goes away wanderlust. wander-lust. I think, they call It " "Wander grandmother! T know all about that. But this time I can't understand It at all That affair of the Mackinnon Trust must bo decided this week, and here's a letter from Captain Freemautle, saying he Is calling to-day about the mortgage on Prierly Manor. To tell the truth, I've never looked closely Into that Mackinnon affair, and It's not like Mr. Hubert to leave things to the Junior partner In thi v. .iv It rather puts mo In a hole " Robert Baxenter paused a moment, mo-ment, his brows puckered in annoyance, an-noyance, then: What hotel are you sending his letters to. Cantle?" "s usual, Mr. Baxenter, tho itoln RUhts Reserved. early care Slightly bent and with white hair and small side-whiskers, ho looked all of the sixty-one years to which lie laid claim. The principals of the firm had time and time again thought of pensioning off the old fellow, but at the least suggestion of such a calamitv the keen brown eyes, which seemed so strangely out of place between the thapgy white brows, would flash in defiance and so it was more than probable that Edward Cantle would live to his last day among the dusty ledgers ledg-ers and Japanned deed-boxes of the solicitor's office He took a sheaf of forms from his desk and wrote out the telegram tele-gram to the hotel in Paris; then, ascertaining from Mr. Robert that there was nothing among the let-Ipi? let-Ipi? to need his Immediate attention, atten-tion, he took down his overcoat, then his silk hat, from the peg beside be-side the door, brushed it tenderly upon his glee's e, and passed out into the teeming life of the Strand. He dispatched the me&?age himself trom tho office at the top of Arundel Arun-del street and turned his steps again toward the Baxenter premises. prem-ises. He had gone but a few steps when ho pulled up sharp and turned to a little man who had touched him on the arm. The man was respectably dressed, and his keen, intelligent face showed signs of nervous excitement and strain. ' Why -Jowett" "Oh, Mr Cantle, I'm so glad l met you. Mr. Baxenter Mr. Hubert, Hu-bert, I mean is he in can I see him has he been here has" Cantle took the man's arm and led him slowly down one of the quiet streets that run steep down to the Embankment "Now, Jowett one question at a time What Is this mystery about Mr. Hubert what do you know?" "I only know, Mr. Cantle, that I waa to return to meet my master at Mortimer Terrace yesterday I went there and again to-day. Perhaps Per-haps you'll laugh at me, sir, but the house somehow looked oh, I can't say how only it looked deathly." Cantle turned on him sharply. 'Don't be a fool, Jowett; how can bricks and mortar look deathly? death-ly? Come, we won't worry Mr. Robert yet; we'll go to Mortimer Terrace together." The old man. without waiting for an answer, hailed a cab that was crawling up toward the Strand, and within half an hour they drew up at the residence of Mr. Hubert Baxenter. Bax-enter. Truly the house looked strangely desolate, uh Its shrouded shroud-ed windows and the accumulated litter of bills and circulars on the i du-ty steps. There are some who assert that a crime brings In Its wake an atmosphere at-mosphere of its own, and that an intanglbje air of tragedy pervades the scene of murder If this Is so, then Xo 9 Mortimer Terrace was surely beneath some evil Influence. Even old Edward Cantle. prosaic aa he was; felt it as he pushed open the little Iron gate and made his way up the gravel path. It seemed to him that he stood on the threshold thresh-old of some my?tery and that discoveries dis-coveries and happenings were in the air. He looked at Jowett and saw that tho valet's face was chalky and drawn into tense linos j around the mouth and eye?. The old man gave a little cough ; to steady his voice. 1 "Have you a key, Jowett?" "No. Mr. Cantle; Mr Hubert was to have arrived at Charing Cross yesterday morning very early about five, I think. He would come home here and I was to meet him at nine o'clock." The old clerk regarded the house Intently, rubbing a nervous hand over his shaven chin "There Is a window, perhaps?" For answer the valet turned and led the way round to the back of the house, taking a little winding path half hidden by evergreens. He stopped at a square window which gave light to the kitchen a room which, al'hough scarcely a 'basement, had it floor a foot or so beneath the level of the garden. Jowett gave a look at hi? companion com-panion and began to work at the hasp with a penknife. In a few minutes the sash was raised and the two men stood together upon the floor of the little scullery which adjoined the kitchen. If an air of horror had been manifest man-ifest on the outside of the house, It was more apparent still in the musty interior For some reason which he would have found difficulty diffi-culty in explaining, Edward Cantle walked on tip-toe. crossing to where the stairs showed dimly. it was aeacm snent, ana as tne men entered the dining room the scene of desolation and stillness was marked indeed All was as It had been left a week ago. The cards lay scattered over the table, and a few had fallen on the carpet; the chairs seemed as though they might have Just been pushed back when the players had risen from their game The clock on the man-telplee man-telplee had stopped at twenty minutes to ten and the air was foul with the stale odor of spirits and tobacco smoke. Over everything was a thin layer of dust. Cantle crossed the room and pulled aside the curtains, the rings making a harsh rattle against the brass poles. He unfastened the French windows and pushed them back, and the cdol morning air seemed to leap past him Into the house. He stood for a moment on the little balcony, then a cry from his companion sent him hurrying back into the room. The valet was standing at the folding doors, his face a mask of terror, gray and drawn. He was making movements with his throat and mouth as though he wished to speak, and he pointed with a crooked forefinger that shook pitifully piti-fully to the pile of luggage in the corner of the bedroom. "Look, Mr. Cantle I knew something some-thing had happened; I felt it I packed those bags for him. Mr. Csn-tle Csn-tle my poor master never left London," and Jowett sank trembling trem-bling on to the Chesterfield his face burled In his hand- The mystery of the situation was communicating Itself rapidly to bis (ompanlon Cantle touched the little man on the shoulder. "Come, Jowett," he said, "this affair Is too Mr. Robert must be told Come; don't touch a thing. This Is a matter for the police." i Silently the two men locked TlfJ 'Continued on Scxt "The chimney sweep, ascending through the tv;pdoor of f '" " "' Mmjjllk "' I an attic to right matters, noticed a curious shape " " ' : . , I H JPV , v,V : ,. K ! . i (Continued from Prcrcdtun Page) the windows and left tne ghostly room As the did so the old clerk stooped and picked up a small piece of folded paper. It was part of a I sheet of letter paper; the few words on the fragment were unimportant, and were evidently part of a score J of some card game. He slipped it Int-j the pocket of his greatcoat and left the house with Jowett I Whn Cantle entered Robert Bax- enter's office that gentleman was reading the telegram from Taris which had just arrived He was l Yisibly excited. I "What does it all mean, Cantle my cousin never reached the 'Mau- I know that, Mr. Robert," answered an-swered the old clerk quietly and , told his tale. I The detective sent from the "Yard' to inquire into the disap pearance of Mr. Hubert Baxenter was rather a heavy official, and the ! "secret of Mortimer Terrace might never have been elucidated had not : a Bweep's broom at No. 8 become fixed in the kitchen chimney of that reidence a fortnight later. The chimney sweep ascending through the trap door of an attir to I right matters, noticed a curious ,' shape huddled beneath the opine I of the next roof Investigating fur- I ther. he found that it was the body of a man a young man in evening I dress except for a Norfolk Jacket, and that the cause of death was not apparent And then London roused and shook Itself and said nast things i about the police and Scotland Yard, and gave themselves up to the delights of this new sensation. The illustrated Morning Press threw itself into the matier body and soul, and photographs ranging in interest from a picture of the late Mr Baxenter at the age of twelve to the sweep's entire family taken picturesquely In a back garden gar-den kept public interest at fever heat until a divorce case of more than usual sporting Interest pushed the crime of Mortimer Terrace into second place and so by easy stages Into its nlcho as another of the un discovered mysteries of the Great City. CHAPTER VH. Alias Baptists Dartin. VIVIAN RENTON had in his short but evil life played many and varied parts, and his nefarious schemes had taken him often to the city which being the hub of the ever-speeding Wheel of Pleasure, offers a happy hunting ground to those who live by their wits and by the lack of them in others. In f;o t, Vivian knew Paris as he knew the palm of his hand, and his masterv of the language was no ihss perfect Ordinarily his French possessed the cultured accent that one hears spoken so much In Brussels; Brus-sels; but did he wish it. he could roll out the idiomatic Jargon of Montmartre or the speech of the provinces with equal ease. It was not usual for the Immaculate Immacu-late Vivian Renton to take up his quarters anywhore but within a hundred yards of the Place de 1'Opera, and his friends would, had they known, have expressed surprise sur-prise that he had this time chosen an unpretentious resting place in the. Quartler. The Cafe du Dome was situated at the Junction of the Boulevard Ra?pal with the Mont' parnasse, and Irian found it both comfortable and secluded, and eminently emi-nently BUlted'to the game he had on hand For it was a deep gamo and one which, for the present, ho Intended to play single handed It was hardlv likely that he would meet any of his acquaintances at the Cafe du Dome It is somewhat awkward when one is engaged in changing one's outw-ard appearance to run against even the best of friends It calls for explanations and Vivdan did not wish to explain his presence In Paris, nor the reason that he had altered the fashion and color of his hair, nor why he had decided that a pointed heard and waxed moustaches mous-taches suited him better than a clean-shaved chin and Up And now it would have to b" a very intimate friend Indeed who would see in the little dapper Frenchman who. under the name of M. Baptlste Dartin passed a placid existence at the Cafe du Dome, the erstwhile Vivian Renton The metamorphosis from the Saxon to the Gaul had been a3 gradual as It had been thorough During the time that he had been in Paris and it was now mid January he had not been heard to utter a single word of English and he had never been seen reading an English paper It would perhaps be useful, ho told himself, in the future to feign an Ignoranco of his native tongue. True, he walked each morning to the little kiosk opposite the Garo Mor.tpa rnasae and purchased the Paris edition of the Dally Mall, but this was quickly hidden In the folds of Le Matin and read only In the privacy of his apartment, or perhaps per-haps some secluded seat in the Luxembourg Gardens. fCi 1030 Intimations Ho devoured with avidity the details de-tails of the affair at Regent's Park and ho noted with satisfaction how his connection with the crime was not even hinted at. After all, he did not see how it could be otherwise other-wise unless he had left some stupid clue behind him There was only one other man who was at the card-party card-party at the solicitor's house and Eddie Haverton was nnrdly the one, voluntarily, to placo himself in the searchlight of publicity His career was quite notorious enough without the aid of the sensational press, It was another case In which the police were entirely at fault London Lon-don had been searched for the parties par-ties who had been playing cards with the deceased man But no one knew of his acquaintance with Eddie and Vivian and there was no shadow of a clue He thought sometimes of the scrap of paper he had placed under the chair and which he d'd not remember re-member having picked up again. But the few words whldl were on It had no connection with the case and certainly did not bear his name A few notes he had taken on a game of cards that was all. which could hardly be identified with lilra He cursed himself, nevertnless, for his carelessness, and hoped that this faint clue had escaped detection. There was no mention of it in the papers, and Vivian told himself that had it been found it would have been photographed photo-graphed and published in the hop' of identification. The man In Paris had noticed the accounts getting less and more meagre, until now, for a fortnight, with the exieptlon of an Interview with the sweep's aged mother thej had entirely ceased, and Vivian began be-gan to look into the task he had set himself. The preliminaries, as It were, being now satisfactorily arranged and bis identity sunk in that of Baptlste Dartin. he gave himself up. with the thoroughness which showed in all his doings, to the matter In hand which was no &3Z than to pierce the more than-a-century-old secret of the wealth of tho Dartignys. 1 Feature SttIoc. Inc Groat Bn He read greedily every lino of writing hccould procure from tho archives relating to tho history and records of the time of terror which Ewept France in the seventeen-nineties seventeen-nineties His room at the hotel was a library of books dealing with tho period, and In Walton's records he came across what he sought the mention of tho death of Gas-pard Gas-pard de Dartlgny There were others of the family mentioned by Wallon who had gone to the guilo-tinc guilo-tinc in those fateful years of '93 and 'M Gaston in June, Pierre in August, Sophie In the same month and Marguerite in ho following January Truly the hand of the Revolution had fallen heavily on the lords of chauville. Vivian traced the origin and the history of the famous family and its many branches, and he put beyond all doubt that these red yearns had, to all intbnts and purposes, wiped them out root and bough. But he decided to pay a visit of inspection to the district of Chau-ville. Chau-ville. He would study also the archlvei in the adjacent town of Blois, giving out as an excuse that he was writing a history of the Revolution and was studying the subject on the spot. It was necessary neces-sary that he should make himself acquainted with the lie of the land round the chateau which ho In tended adopting as his ancestral home Still, Vivian told himself that it would be fooliih to hurry matters It would be as well for the Baxen Jcr family to recover from one af fair before another bolt was launched upon them In the shape of a claimant for the de Dartlgny chest Perhaps even tho astute brain of thf reigning ' Baxenter might be inclined to associate the two events, and the claimant had no wish to court more inquiries than need be. It was a bright morning in early February when M. Baptlste Dartin set out to walk the two miles which separated the little village of Mas-sey Mas-sey from the ancient tow n of Blols it had snowed heavily the night before, hut now the sky was! blue and cloudless, and the sun shone with dazzling brilliance on tbe white wbicb mantled the plains and clotted the tops of tho pine trees in the forests A thin edging of ice ringed the banks of the little marshy lakes, which, dotted here and there, reflected the glory of the morning sky The towers and battlements of the town he had left behind him rose In graceful clusters clus-ters above the snow covered roofs. From the belfry of the church the sound of bells stole across the plain, melodious in the still air lain Rlcbt Revrrrd. The traveller lunched at the comfortable inn which, together with the Chateau de Chauville and some half-dozen cottages, made up the village of Massey During the meal, which he ordered to be served in the large front room, he entered into conversation with tho landlord, land-lord, who (tho district not attracting attract-ing visitors In the Winter months) was glad to Join M Dartin in a bottle bot-tle of the excellent claret the cellars cel-lars of his inn afforded. Yes, the castles of the country round Blols were very beautiful was monsieur going far'' merely walked out from the town to lunch yes the snov had not been deep enough to make bad walking no ah! but mpnsieur should 6tay the night one day two days a week there was so much to see The stranger interrupted the flow of talk. "I have heard and read of tho Chauville estate, and 1" The excitable little landlord of the "Three Lilies" Jumped up. and crossing to the door pointed with man., gesticulations to where two white tow ers with conical shaped roofs rose above the trees. "Monsieur is fortunate. Monsieur de Barron is away oh, no, not Dartlgny they are dead tho caretaker care-taker is a friend of mine, a fine fellow, fel-low, he will show monsieur eery-thlng. eery-thlng. You would like to go to him?" Dartin was anxious, but diplomatic. diplo-matic. "Above all things after I have had some of that delicious coffee which the good madam Is preparing prepar-ing it smells good, and ah. a little lit-tle drop of cognac " A stone bridge spanned the half-frozen half-frozen surface of the moat and led to the main entrance of the chateau, chat-eau, a massive gateway flanked by little white towers. Above it. on a block of stone, were the remains of a carved escutcheon, battered and defaced almost out of all recog nltion. The caretaker, who had been nodding over his Are in the little gateroom. welcomed the landlord land-lord of the "Three Lilies" and hi3 guest effusively To show a stranger over tho great house of which he hold the keys was to him a source of never-ending delight. As he led them through the courtyard court-yard his tongue was busy recounting recount-ing snatches of the romantic history his-tory of the Dartignys. The old fellow fel-low seemed to live in the. glories of the past Hto; from the doorway, door-way, the Marquis and a Monsieur Perancourt took their departure disguised as a wine merchant and his clerk Yes, they reached England; Eng-land; but the nobleman returned. and he was not seen again eTter tbe death of ht? son Ah! it was r EMiL' ' : sad time, that of the Revolution. The old caretaker shook his hecs? as he recounted the history. "No, monsieur, there are no Dartignys left now. There was one who appeared as a claimant in the early part of lSnrj. He was an emi-grc, emi-grc, monsieur, and he had no St money and could not fight his claim. He disappeared at last, monsieur, and went with two or three other ruined nobles to Ottawa Ot-tawa to begin life again." iHEwll? ' The chateau, the visitor learned, had been attacked by a mob of patriots led by a friend of Carrier, the infamous butcher of Nantes. This gentleman, with an eye, no acSf doubt, to personal plunder, re-strained re-strained tho fury of the attackers, who after demolishing the chapel ' .md the carvings and armorial bear- Ing over the gates and fireplaces ' and finding no living beings on ffirrae I which to gratify their blood lust, pfitfia i d on to more exciting game. The castle ultimately fell into the possession of a prominent Jacobin, EBBS 'il who, shortlv after the fall of Robes- jBfHtT 1 Pierre, followed his illustrious laifaVof leader to the scaffold.' lifSBfir' The estate after that had fallen A f jL into a stare bordering cm decay, I 3b until, In 1S60. it was restored by a Monsieur de Barron, a financier, in whose possession it now remained. S The building had changed but little in style since the days of the last marquis,, and the new owner had so far respected history that he had lft the battered escutcheons and restored only what was quite necessary nec-essary to comfort The traveller from Blols was ij : Z'i ni h-t- ner, and on his return IJ the "Three Lilies' be vvas able td sf rill two pages of his notebook with iC useful data pertaining to tho an- n olent family of the Dartignys. The - tflf. gentleman who had gone to Canada particularly interested him. and reference to the notes which he .Kjt:' . had accumulated in Paris easily Bw- ', located him as the only child of a flLLmL c certain vette, sister to the Mar-quIs. Mar-quIs. This lady, Vivian noted with satisfaction, ascended the scaffold in the Carrousel quite early in the days of the Terror. A He told himself that it was through this emigrant to the New World that his path lay to the chest reposing in the strong-room of the firm of Baxenter For a few days he lingered in the neighborhood neighbor-hood of the chateau, then returned to Paris. On the 20th of February the good ship Touraine left Havre for Montreal. Mon-treal. On its passenger list figured the name of Baptlste Dartin. To Be Continued Next Sunday, |