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CHAPTER VI.

ing:
$50 you refuse to marry me. That's
foolish Of you, but whether you do or
not, you haven't the heart to allow me
to rot in poverty while you luxuriate in
affluence. Considering our old time re-
lations, the things impossible on the
face of it,
"Ah." returned the woman, "then
you have come here to beg?" She spoke
with a careless scorn.
ssNo. One begs when one has no pow
er to enforce" he corrected with Sc
raphic smile. "I've come all the way
from America to offer you my hand
and make an honest woman of you. If
you refuse to recognize my claims upon
you I'm in a position to take reprisals."
The woman did not answer.
3'If you've any trace Of your old self
left, Marie"-the mans voice was low
and soft, conciliatory, caressing almost
surely you love me still. Think how
you loved ME once"
The mesIneric. musical voice came
near undoing Marie de Guerin.
s'Was it you l loved" she said
dreamily. .or the man my untutored
heart took you to be? All, the weary,
weary months when / wanted you,
when sobbed for you day and night!
Where were you then, Edouard Pey-
rac?' She seemed to be living in the
hungry past, but only for a moment.
The hot scorn of the present surged
over her aid dried up the tears at their
source. Now" she said, II do not
need you"
She rose with an air of dismissal.
''Iook here, Marie" pursued the
man, keeping his seat. '.if you will lend
me helping hand from time to time
I'll promise never to take step to
harm you. Moreover, l shall be mod
crate. You might-simply buy pic
ture occasionally. That would be the
incest way. Yes, you might buy my
pictures"
1T might be well to know whether 1
am dealing With a blacilmailer or a
bagman," remarked the, woman wea-
rily.
Edouard Peyrac flushed red, but he
conquered his sayagcry and went on:
'.I'ye not sold a picture for over a
twelvemonth, and I'm head oyer heels
III uGDl L We DccH uIouHU
friends houses for a year, and here
you are, rich beyond the dreams of av-
arice. You can't expect me to sit down
in silence.'
Nov, if you are quite ready to go!'
suggested the woman quietly, putting
her hand upon the bell button.
This time the mans anger. got the
better of him. He scowled and looked
at her blackly. I'm not. l think it's
absurd of you to smash your social pc
sition in the face like this. What will
become of it. do you suppose. when
have good, long talk with the fau-
bourg?"
''To a man of intelligence the solu.
ton surely can offer no difficulty" she
said langllidly. But she added with {;
vague little smile. IF you could dream
how remotely my social standing inter
ests me you wouldn't bother about It,
SIN going to give you few days II
which to think this over. Perhaps il
the meantime you will care to send M
8 note" He laid his card on the tabl
Significantly. lin return for check
will send you picture. Now gool
day"
The woman rang, and he was show
out. AS he got into a tiacre he thought
"By Joye! What il she means to turl
deyotee again! What if she eloesn'
care rap about her social standing
She always did talk about saints an
miracles and feast days better tina
anything else" Then he remembers
her dainty. fastidious taste; he recalle
the sybaritic room he had just lief
':Oh, no.' he concluded.
.Pierre," said Marie de Guerin to th
servant in the hall when the door Ia
closed upon Peyrac, 81 expect NJ.
Cure in half hour. l will receive hi,
in my boudoir."
So little later she rose from til
desk at which she was writing an
greeted the priest. Pere Darville was
man whose eyes We're kind and who's
mouth was firm. He looked the man
Go without swerving what his col
science told him, were it even to CO.
the happiness of all he loved. In fac
that is why Mile. de Guerin had sci
for him-she had seen his face and
had appealed to her.
He sat down in her little blue ar
gold boudoir with the ease of man I
the world who was as much at hon
among the cushions of a womans san
tum as on the hard seat of confe
siOnal.
81 wrote for you, father, because
need help. IL have not many friends
The woman's voice was listless, tired
81 will help you if l can. my daug
ter. My whole time belongs to ea'
soul that comes to me. Are you a chi
of the church?"
"Once / was. / was an orphan, pl
! pairing to enter convent, when love
or what mistook for love-came in
my life. l balanced the flashing Jew
and the paste diamond, and l thre