Omaha daily bee., 1898-08-28

Of exclamation. She was maid in waiting
person starched in etiquette. the prisoner
Of ceremonial But when her stays were
of, her breast was soft enough. She said
quite kindly:
"You cannot see Mr.. Vansittart, for he
Is not here. You cannot see the king, for he
is overwhelmed with business. You cannot
see the queen, for the hour OF her levee is
long past. Will you tell me what you
wanted to see them about?"
1T was about an invention" she answered
across the lump in her throat.
IAN invention to do what?"
"To kill people,"
20! not invented by yourselt's
20, no-by some one else."
"By whom?"
"By some one-a great man."
Her head lifted with pride.
"Well-and what do you wish to see them
for in regard to this Invention
II wish to tell them about it and get some
one to go and see the model"
"Well, you scheme is rather wild. you
know. But stay-perhaps-it is possible-I
may do something for you.''
Hope leaped in Marie
20, thank you, mademoiselle! And shall
I see them-really?'
one-perhaps-whom it will be much better
for you to see Follow me this way"
The woman led the way into the interior
Of the palace. There, in an oval saloon, she
was hidden to wait.
She waited half an hour. Then tall
lackey, all lace and gold, was bowling before
her, and in another moment she was fol-
lowing behind him through more corridors
and complexities. At last she was ushered
into q room, and the door closed behind
her.
1t was a small room, full Of a peculiar
atmosphere of home, strange to a French
mind. 1t seemed the sanctuary Of a sane
tuary. The lace curtains were cheap, and
tied with cheap blue ribbon, but more care
and taste had been expended in the tying
of those knots than in the furnishing of one
Of the great salons of Versailles. There was
a faint odor Of cigar smoke about-of cigars
smoked in this little den by Vansittart him
self. Opposite her, sitting in an arm chair,
Marie saw a woman, whose eyes were
rather red. as II with weeping. 1t was
Evelyn.
AS soon as she saw the child she loved
her, as soon as the child saw her she trusted
her. Their hands and eyes met.
"Sit here-near to me. will you-and tell
me all you have to say. woman has been
telling me about you, and l am glad that
you have been enabled to see me, and am
glad to see you, too. First, will you tell
me what am to call you?"
Marie
Every well, Marie am Mrs. Vansittart,
as see you guess, and those who like me
call me Evelyn. Is it true that you wanted
to see my husband?"
Eyes, madam"
"Well-but that is impossible, you know.
He left the Tuileries an hour ago for the
Care de Lyon. and by this time is, l sup
pose. steaming rapidly southwark"
II did not know that" said Marie.
''They told me his arm was sprained. and
that he could not so out"
"Ah. Marie!" answered Evelyn, her whole
full bosom heaving in a sigh; "sprained it
Is beyond all doubt, but had 1t been many
times broken, he would still have gone.
Nothing could keep him back. The doctors
threatened and commanded, and I, Marie,
tried what many, many many tears and
prayers would do. but gone. you see. he
isl"
II am sorry for-for-you, madame" said
Marie.
"Evelyn's hand fell upon hers.
THANK you. Marie. You are very good"
"You would. perhaps, prefer to be
clone"
Motel me. Whose is the invention
your father's?"
mo, madame.~
"A friend's?"
Marie crimsoned.
"Ah. I see. Marie-I see!"
He Is very, o, SO very, clever and great"
whispered Marie in kind of confidential
entire nous.
Evelyn bridled and laughed.
don't we?"
"But he is. really. o, one could not
dream"
He is at least very lucky, Marie. A
Madonna is his devotee."
Il should like him to know you. He
would love you, too"