Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-05-23

'Cest. Monsieur Creighton" asked the
young woman, ''Pami de st. Denis?'
Why, yes" said I. yes, I'm Creighton:
Can do anything? st. Denis would have
me care for her in any way possible, 1
know"
"Helas, monsieur" said the young wo-
man. None of us may care for her long!
She's very, very i'll, but she would see
you before-before it's too late, because
you were the friend of st. Denis. She
would give you messages for him. Will
you come in, monsieur?-But do not stay
long-she is so weak! She must not be
tired!'
went into the room and the young wo-
man closed the door softly after me- re-
naming outside.
1t was very small room, hot and close
and sitting, from the tiny stove In the
corner that filled 1t with fumes of COKE
The window was closed tight
The girl in the bed gave a little weak
cry when she saw me. and held out her
hand eagerly. The change in her, since l
| had seen her before. was shocking She
was terribly thin and white. and the two
red spots in her cheeks cleaned like GRIM
son paint. Her eyes, that seemed twice
too large. burned feverishly in their hol-
lows.
"You-came, monsieur" she whispered.
| II thought you would come. 1t was so
so good of you! st. Denis wrote me
that-you would come when I should-send
for you"
l oAopPou upOH my knees OeSfQe the bed
and caught the two wasted hands in mine.
All. child, childT 1 cried, why didn't
you send for me before? Why did you
G Galt tiii.no r ia have come SO gladly,
She gave me a little tired smile and
turned her head YEARLY upon the pillow.
NGrand merci. monsieur she whispered
grand merct! But I didn't need anything
| Delmar and all Butt wanted to see
| you to-ask you to say-say goodbye for
| me-to st. Denis"
=. All All no, nor cried; "Ah, no. colette!
| 1t hasn't come tc that! We're going to
| take care of you now. to take you away
where you'll get better soon, where you'll
get quite well-don't talk Of good byes
But she moved her head on the pillow
and little fit of coughing came and Shook
all her frail body cruelty, shook her till she
| gasped for breath
Its-too late, monsieur she whispered
after a time. ''Listen-listen, monsieurI
| have very ltttle-strength left, listen Say
to-St. Denis. dear st. Denis! as cannot
say to him. myself, that Tm-I'm glad it.
| turns out-this way. Say to him-that I've
first, that when Iran away, when j played
him false-it was for silly, silly pique-a
| womans pique because II knew that he
had-never-loved me. that he'd only been
| sorry for me. kind to me, kinder than any
one else in all the world. Oh. say to him
that Loved him madly through 1t all. Tell
| him, monsieur that what IL did, little
| while ago, for him, was-reparation, to
make up for-for wronging him. that I did
it-gladly-ah SO gladly! Tell him not to
be sorry, not to-regret. Tell him that
| when I-go-as I must soon go, 1t will be
thinking Of him, saying his name, holding
his-locket to my lipsv' And she pulled
from her bosom little fiat locket that was
fastened about her neck BY thin gold
| chain
Another fit of coughing shook her, and
| at its end she lay silent for time, pantine.
for breath. weak from the strain The edge
Of letter. dislodged by her movements,
showed at the neck of her garment
saw the writing and 1t was Denis hand
Tell me-monsieur." she whispered pres
emily. Hell come blackjack to Paris,
won't be- ek Qenia2 Hen come back to-