The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1898-09-20

never occurred to her to win her posi-
BILE detractors?"
sBut say she has no money!
'sThat is her misfortune, not ours l |
have no doubt we might, in time, in
struct your friend in the methods to
pursue as regards the career concerning
which she is so obviously ignorant.
She could entertain her friends at sup
per. She could offer them from time to
time a seat at her performances. She
could recommend them as superlatively
capable in their profession. She could
do much-I speak disinterestedly; what
say for Miss Brilla is an evidence of
true friendship-which I have no time
to explain here.
.'Thank you, said Priscilla artless-
ly. 81 thank you, M. Desmoulins.
felt you were honest" Her little fin
gers slid into Desmoulins' astonished
grasp.
Desmoulins inclined himself trifle
Enthusiastically. Then, with perceptible
increase Of color in his enigmatical
countenance, he remarked: 81 have
just been saying to my confreres, " de-
noting those gentlemen with wave
of his hand-they had been intent lis
teners to the above farce, and some of
them were still smiling broadly, albeit
deprecatingly-'s have just been say
ing that the next two acts will deter
mine Miss Brilla S fate Sustained pow
er is what is most requisite in singer
I fancy your friend is devoid of that. y
'sOn the contrary" cried Priscilla,
tapping her foot on the tessellated floor
impatiently, she has more sustained
power than any woman 1 ever knew.
"My NIECE, }" interrupted Aunt Mil
dred's quiet voice in English, els
warm advocate of her comrades, M.
Desmoulins. 1t is our new world Gus
tom to fight our friends battles. "
Admirable!" returned Desmoulins
in the same language. He was noted for
his bilingual capacity. He inflated his
chest and smiled with gratitied pride
at being surrounded by so we'll dressed
party. For the past few moments the
little knot had been the observed of all
observers who passed to and fro. Ad-
mirable! Your country is indeed Won
derful one, madame"
Aunt Mildred shrugged her shout
ders and turned to Stornmouth. GAS if
it needed that oily specimen of the
Latin race to confirm it, I" she whisper
ed very low.
Stornmouth did not reply. He was
biding his time. There was gigantic
protest surging like burning lava
through his veins. 1t took all his
s&r %o o1,ol,o down,
"Aunt Mildred" whispered Priscil-
la, "I wish you to invite all these gen
tlemen'' with little sweep of her
arm which included the count, Des-
mouths and six or eight Journalistic
home to supper"
+ There was sudden ungovernable
] movement on Stornmouth' part, which
vanished as soon as it made itself evil
r dent. He folded his arms stolidly and
i appeared to be watching woman with
dyed hair and magnificent tiara who
8 stood on the first landing of the great
q marble staircase.
Because" Priscilla whispered, ''it
!. is the thing to do for Constance 1t will
a put them all in good humor, and they
will say nice things of her in the news
papers.
!, "You don't say sol'' cried Aunt Mil
a bred. "Well, never! Now, how in the
A name of heaven, Priscilla, did you fine
!, that out?"
n Somebody told me, Whispered
Priscilla mysteriously. Then, with /;
It rosy warm arm thrown suddenly abou
Il Aunt Mildred's neck: "Come, do, like
dear, for my sake. Will you?'
X "What do you think of it, Mr.. Storm
mouth?" Aunt Mildred questioned caa
!. tiously.
- ..Miss Priscilla" answered Storm
mouth, with his staring eyes inditfer
e emily fixed upon the ceiling, considerin!
: the far famed frescoes which had mad
a their illustrious lodging there, "Mis
Priscilla evidently knows what she
>. talking about" With this tactful eva
" gaze down from the ceiling and directe
it, strained and pertinent, at De Lacaze
.. That gentleman was smiling a trifi
ironically at the turn affairs had taken
He was inwardly convulsed at Des
/. moulins' audacity. He considered hi
;s manager was to be wined and suppere
i at his-the count 's-expense He wa
conscious more than ever that he was i
the tolls of master spirit. His littl
6 romance was working out into a gol
70, geous work of art indeed under th
hands of professional adventurer.
Ia 81 will leave you with Mr.. DoNie fc
ten minutes, then" said Aunt Mildred
:. with her usual bustling air when an
II entertainment Of her own instigatio
4 was under way, "while indite tell
= gram to send home. Gentlemen, 81
a. added, turning to Desmoulins and HI
party, sit will give me great pleasu,
ID if you will sup with us after the ope,
40 at SO Avenue Montaigne, to meet Mi
q Brilla.
Desmoulins interpreted her remark
&C. French to his comrades, who bowe
~. low in response and signified in til
lis same language their satisfaction at b
&c. ing thus honored.