Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1901-05-28

take them. ] hope | shall be able to
satisfy you as soon as we can hear
from the box Office. Take scat and
glass of wine. ] have a very little
madeira that's said to be quite good"
Ignatius stared at mademoiselle-
lie piqued himeslf on being a very
good Judge of human nature lie
thought her certainly pretty. He
rather liked the eyes, though he
would wager that they could snap fire,
and he pledged himself to give them
every opportunity at his command to
do so; but there was no hurry.
"Well, don't mind taking a sip
of your wine. have no doubt that
it is good"
She told him her story and, as a
matter of amusement, he permitted
her to continue, but when the mes
senger returned from the box office
to state that no relief could be ex-
pccted from that source, he arose,
grinned broadly and said; Business
is business, ma'am"
He took out costly gown. There
was no word of protest, though she
no longer endeavored TO restrain her
tears lgnatius almost laughed
aloud.
"l'm getting next, the flood gates
arc raised. Perhaps she will accom-
modate me with an oath or two.
Most actresses are that considerate."
lie threw the rich costumes in a,
heap. 1t was an ccstatic moment
when he saw that there was ample
value to satisfy every claim. Last of
all he found little dimiiy gown, torn
aud faded 1t was not half large
enough even for mademoiselle lg-
natus was about to throw it aside as
unworthy his attention when he felt
the sharp prick of pin and, looking
again, he saw brooch Of antique de-
sign
wait a minute" he muttered to
himself "There may be some value
to this"
lie unclaspcd the pin and rubbed
the face of the medallion on his knees.
Eyes, this is worth having, if only
to keep it as a memento of the oc-
casion Mother, grandmother or
sweetheart, perhaps" He held the
brooch before the electric light.
"This is lark If there's any
thing | dote on attaching, it is some
thing that's sacred to memories of
times gone by. Heirlooms were al
ways my stronghold. Take, for in
stance, the time that old Simpsons
widow-Simpson's widow-Simp-
What's that? Nanny Dalel Nam
my Dale's likeness, and on this
actress traps!"
The constable and would-be de-
tective stood aghast.
cts a dissertation, by Jupiter.
Thank God her soul is at rest"
Then Ignatius' thoughts wandered
far back beyond the turbulent wears
the childhood days in the Indiana
,ome, the home which he, when lit
Ie more IAN child, had left in
earch of What no then conceived to
,e adveuture-what he now realized
lad been trouble He had been so
,uiTeted about by adversely that he
lad been ashamed to return home or
o communicate with them in any
way, He had heard of mammy's
leath, and she had been as much
/ mother to him-who was by birth
right a waif and by prediction a
she had been to her
own baby, Kate.
Mademoiselle, turning, saw the
gown and snatched it from the Off
GERS hand.
ooh, sir, you cannot care for that.
There's no value, and, please, sir, give
me the brooch, Take the rest; take
everything. Oh, the law, the law; is
there nothing that the law holds sa-
cred, and have you never had a
mother, sir?"
Mother, mother; what has that to
do with this?"
"Only that if you have, you'll not
take that likeness; it's of my mothers
face, sir"
He looked again into her eyes. "No
doubt, no doubt" His lips almost
gave utterance to the word: "Kate."
"Well, mademoiselle, ! guess per