The morning call., 1894-06-03
CHAPTER II.


u don't see what good can come of this
interview. but since you chose to COM
nand ID | had nothing left but to obey!
Mime. CaivadOr0 beat with a slender
brown hand the crimson satin cushions
among which she nestled before she
an S wered, IN a studiously quiet tone:
II am curious, that is all. want to
hear from your own lips that yon have had
better times Of 1t than l, since
Sir Rupert looked around vaguely.
Everything In the room spoke OF luxury,
extravaganza, the acme of sensuous COM
fort
You we're not driven to this lfe," he
said doubtfuly. II made you handsome
allowance. When you ceased TO apply for
the money IL thought you must be
dead"
The dancer started from her place
among the cushions.
SAY YOU hoped so and it will be the
truth" she cried with fierce vehemence.
Glendale's face grew stern. 1.-The time
for all these memories is long past, he
said cOldiy.
There was moments silence; then the
dancer began to pace The floor with long,
graceful swinging steps.
Presently she spoke again: ~ on ala
not love me. You do not know what love
is-yOu, with your cold. self-cOntained.
narrow nature. That is what drove me
mad. If you had only loved me enough
YOU might have saved me! Do you think
l cared for him-that other?
For heavens sake let me have no con-
fessionsp' cried the BarOnet hastily.
"Tell me one thing before you go then
Do you intend TO marry that young Eng
lish girl 2"
mo, l do not think it right for divorced
man 10 marry"
The dancer noticed the sudden flame of
anger in his eyes and drew her own con-
illusions.
go them" she said quietly, land think
of me al you choosel 1t will not hurt me
much. | must have excitement or could
not live. and that is why went back to
the stage, under my mothers name. But
my life is blameless now. 4ou can easily
prove that if you care to take the trouble.
What does it matter? What does anything
matter ?"
Sir Rupert hesitated, hat in hand.
''YOu are wrong to talk so. lneZ," he
said in softer voice; 'it matters great
deal that one should do what is right,
under anv circumstances"
Madame CalvadOrO laid her hand upon
his arm, and looked up at him with her in-
tense eyes.
"Ab, had you spoken like that once, Ru-
pert? Had you only loved me enough!
But IFS too late. | suppose you would not
even-kiss me-now-before We part for
ever?"
Glendale wavered. after gIancing into
the despairing face. He hated scenes.
Every particle of love for this woman was
gone, and her appeal found him absolutely
unresponsive. Yet it was difficult for him
| to refuse this Last request.
He stopped, and his lips just brushed
! her cheek. AS he did so he smeled the
| faint odor of cigarettes upon her breath.
! 1t suggested something lie detested. He
sickened at his thoughts, and shuddered.
When he was gone she threw herself
upon the couch. writhing in aeOnized re-
membrance of the lOathing he had not
| hidden.
"Oh, Gndi Why did l not die sooner?
| He has nothing left for me but cold pity :;
| that is more than half dislike; while IL
! love him more than ever!'
CHAPTER III.
The Foiies DramatiQues was cram med
with an eager and enthusiastic audience,
| and Lady Wooler congratulated herself
upon having secured a box in good line
| OF course, she hated TO be ''out of it," To
leave Paris without seeing la Calva-
| doro would be an rretrIeEable blunder.
She wondered why Glendale should prove
so reluctant to accompany them. He had
| at first refused to do so outright, and it
was only little Elias wonderingly dlsap-
! pointed look that made him waver and
give in eventually.
1t was characteristic Of the man that he
should not divuige TO his sister the real
reason of his reluctance. 1t was an IN
pleasant subject, and the least said about
it the better. He knew that mere hint
of the dancers identity would cause Lady
| Wooler TO shun the theater where Mme.