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Mary Louise

Creator: Baum, L. Frank (Lyman Frank), 1856-1919
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"I do not intend to be insolent, Miss Burrows, but I have been greatly aggravated by your grandfather's unfortunate escape and in this emergency every moment is precious if I am to capture him before he gets out of America, as he has done once or twice before. Also, having wired the Department that I have found Hathaway, I shall be discredited if I let him slip through my fingers, so I am in a desperate fix. If I have seemed a bit gruff and nervous, forgive me. It is your duty, as a loyal subject of the United States, to assist an officer of the law by every means in your power, especially when he is engaged in running down a criminal. Therefore, whether you dislike to or not, you must tell me where to find your grandfather." "My grandfather is not a criminal, sir." "The jury will decide that when his case comes to trial. At present he is accused of crime and a warrant is out for his arrest. Where is he?" "I do not know," she persisted. "He--he left by the morning train, which goes west," stammered Miss Stearne, anxious to placate the officer and fearful of the girl's stubborn resistance. "So the nigger servant told me," sneered the man; "but he didn't. I was at the station myself--two miles from this forsaken place--to make sure
The Exiles

ALMAE SORORI In the year 1308 few houses were yet standing on the Island formed by the alluvium and sand deposited by the Seine above the Cite, behind the Church of Notre-Dame. The first man who was so bold as to build on this strand, then liable to frequent floods, was a constable of the watch of the City of Paris, who had been able to do some service to their Reverences the Chapter of the Cathedral; and in return the Bishop leased him twenty-five perches of land, with exemptions from all feudal dues or taxes on the buildings he might erect. Seven years before the beginning of this narrative, Joseph Tirechair, one of the sternest of Paris constables, as his name (Tear Flesh) would indicate, had, thanks to his share of the fines collected by him for delinquencies committed within the precincts of the Cite, had been able to build a house on the bank of the Seine just at the end of the Rue du Port-Saint-Landry. To protect the merchandise landed on the strand, the municipality had constructed a sort of break-water of masonry, which may still be seen on some old plans of Paris, and which
that Hathaway didn't skip while I was waiting for orders. Therefore, he is either hidden somewhere in Beverly or he has sneaked away to an adjoining town. The old serpent is slippery as an eel; but I'm going to catch him, this time, as sure as fate, and this girl must give me all the information she can." "Oh, that will be quite easy," retorted Mary Louise, somewhat triumphantly, "for I have no information to divulge." He began to pace the room again, casting at her shrewd and uncertain glances. "He didn't say where he was going?" "No." "Or leave any address?" "No." "What DID he say?" "That he was going away and would arrange with Miss Stearne for me to board at the school." "Huh! I see. Foxy old guy. Knew I would question you and wouldn't take