Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1911-Jan 1912)

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THE COURIER OF LYOXS 93 gold into her hands. In another instant he was running like the wind toward the domicile of Lesurques. Hardly had he taken his departure, when one Dubosc appeared. Madame Chopard thrust the gold in her pocket and turned to her new visitor. ' * Your books!" said Dubosc, curtly. 1 'Your books!" "But, monsieur, I have no books. Monsieur Didier just took them away. ' ' The hour was late when the three happy hearts withdrew to their rooms, pending an answer from the judge. They locked the ledger in a cabinet in the salon, and sought the sleep which had deserted them since the hour of Lesurques' arrest. Hardly had their windows darkened when Dubosc was scaling the garden wall. Can this be Lesurques, with a fiendish scowl, who is groping his way about the salon in the dim, filtering THE LAST MOMENTS OP LESURQUES Dubosc struck her savagely. "Fool, you may have cost me my life!" There were happy tears in Lesurques' parlor as Aimee and her grandfather bent over the precious ledger, her raven locks mingling with his white hairs. Didier held them both in a fond embrace as he told them over and over again how he had secured the proof. He released them to dispatch a note to the judge, imploring him to stay the sentence until this new evidence should be adduced. Outside their garden wall the bandit, Dubosc, raved and cursed. moonlight? Can this be he who wrenches open the cabinet in his feverish search? Can this be he who turns to the fatal page and scratches it feverishly with his knife? Dubosc silently replaced the ledger and vanished again into the night. The judge seized eagerly upon the ledger which Didier presented with trembling hands. His moving finger stopped at the entry, and he turned to Didier with wrath on his countenance. "What is this?" he exclaimed. "This shows no hour. Is this a ruse to delay the sentence?" Didier gazed at the ledger with in