Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-05-18
nd Denis doesn't lose track of

"God send Denis doesn't lose track of
him" said l.
Never you fear for Denis or, cried Won Won
should have. seen Denis face when we
caught sight of the man! Oh, no, Denis
will track him right enough.
He stopped moment to laugh.
'Eh, but you should have seen STEM
brucke when 1 was telling him my frank
opinion of his virtues! He'd have given
years of his life to brain me with ms peer
mug I'll confess that my OBJECT IN speak
ing to him wasn't to pick quarrel. {!
thought something might be gotten out OF
him. that he might be bought on Tor a
sum. and the princess rescued at once e,
That would have been worth while sun,
we shall get her away promptly. l feel
sure of that 1t all rests with Denis, and
by heaven, it couldn't rest with better
man! OF course, Steinbrucke polteo Ior
home the moment l was out OF sight. he
be expecting me to come back and follow
him. That's why 1 took an omnibus in
stead of cab. He could see me far down
the avenue. He'll never be thinking of an
other man. Denis should be here In an
hour so If Steinbrucke went directly to
his lodgings"
We sat excitedly talking the matter over.
specializing as to Denis probable success
and as to how we were to go about res
cue, when there came a knock at the door,
a slow, timid knock
THAT will never be he." said I. HE
wouldn't knock. He'd come in at once" I
| went to the door and opened 1t. and a
young Frenchwoman asked for Monsieur
Denis. She pronounced the name after
the French fashion and for an instant l
was puzzled. not recognizing it at all.
NO. said I, there's no one of that
| name here. This Is Monsieur Mallory
studio"
MATS ST. sir insisted the girl IN NAL
lory. M Denis Mallory-st. Denis"
And l remembered that Denis friends
| Of the quarter called him ''St Denis"
I told her that Denis was away at the
moment, but that we expected him soon.
and she came in to wait, saying her
business was important. She sat in cor.
| ner Of the divan, cycling US distrustfully
| and answering with a yes or a no to the
civil questions we put.
She must once have been an unusually
| beautiful girl, even for her class where
| there are many beauties, but illness or dis.
| sipation had followed her eyes and cheeks
| and drawn lines in her face. She coughet
| from time to time, and in each of her thiI
| cheeks was a spot of bright color.
"Consumption!' observed old Mackenzie
behind his hand. "Gallopin' consumption
| Thousands of them have 1t. Poor body
| she's near the end of her strength.
| Then, presently, there was quick rattle
! of wheels in the street outside. that ceased
| as quickly. ran to the window and peeret
| out.
'It's her, said T. TITS he. and I'll sweal
he's been successful for he's laughing! HI
chucked the concierge under the chin a.
! he passed her loge Here ne comes
] Hurrah he's WON'T
I And Denis burst into the room with 9
| shout.
1--WE got himw he cried almost before ht
was through the door. 1--WE got him! He.
! right here in the quarter as I thought! oh
such q tale as I've got to cell! Why-wh,
ColetteA Colette! You, child? What in thu
i world are you doing hereT"
But the girl ran to him. calling him by
name.
est. Denis. st. Denisr' in her French
fashion, over and over again. and caught
him about the shoulders, clingtng to him.