The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1905-02-23

ulluu sue cOulu not 10 WTOug. ItSI sllSus-
est wish was law. Had she chosen to
keep him waiting for sixty days and
sixty nights, he would have waited I'M
murmuringly. No goddess of mythology
ever had more obedient mortal slave
than Helen found in soft-hearted, un-
selhshly devoted Walter Glaydes.
Walter and Demon both stayed to
luncheon, and then the lady disappeared
in the privacy of her own apartments.
She looked not only lovely, but majestic
when she entered the drawing room. and
the friends who had already assembled
there could not help expressing their adj
miration.
You have made yourself too pretty for
this world my dear" said a volatile
baroness-an expert and professed match
maker. mo man will dare to propose to
goddess"
Helene's eyes travelled round the room.
and she saw, surrounded by a bevy OF
fair ladies. a prince, & statesman of
European reputation, and half a dozen
noblemen of minor degree. But the man
whom she had specially invited, and fer
whose sake she had taken such pains to
look her best, was not there.
Surely he will not dare to ignore my
invitation" she said to herself THAT
would be adding insult to injury"
Her eyes wandered toward the door
whenever 1t opened to admit newcomer;
but the hour passed and Mr.. Roberts
came not The time usually allotted for
the five O'Clock tea was over, and her
guests had all gone away again. That
awful man Roberts had not come, nor
had he sent the slightest word of expla-
nation. Was there ever such indignity
heaped upon a woman?
She hated AN men,. but. she especially
hated General Demon for having suggest
ed the invitation, and she hated that man
Roberts, above all. She thought she could
have poisoned him, had he been there at
that moment. When she returned to her
room she stood for a moment before her
mirror crashing her cleaning teeth, and
just one solitary tear stole down he-
cheek. She wiped it away angrily with
! her handkerchief, which afterward she
crushed between her little fingers.
THAT is the first man to whom have
ever held out an invitation, and who has
| ignored me. He thwarts me at every
turn, but l will make him suffer for it,
On a sudden.a seemingly mad thought
shot into her mind. She repeated to her
self Demons description of that man
Roberts
'Middling height, rather stout, between
forty and fifty. Not an unpleasant face.
Rather dark complexion. with dark eyes.
Iron-gray hair, huge mustache, and close
cut pointed beard. Seems to know Paris
exceedingly WELL"
Great heavensw she said to herself.
What if it were Henri
She turned white as a sheet, and had
to sit down to suppress her emotion. Her
woman's intuition had not misled her 1t
was Henri Sainton, returned to Paris
| after an adventurous career in America.
rich beyond the dream of avarice. She
came face to face with him sooner than
she dreamed Of ever doing so.
One afternoon she was taking her
usual drive, accompanied by Mrs. Berlin
quay. The fashionable promenade was
crowded with the Paris world of fashion
lnterminable rows OF carriages plodded
their ways up and down beneath the aca-
| cias.
Helene grew weary of acknowledging
the courteous salutes with which she was
greeted On every side, and sat in her
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carriage came to a stop, being blocked by
the vehicles ahead.
A gentleman was leaning against the
iron railing which separated the foot
walk from the carriage road. and Helene
recognized him. He was a French noble
man who had considerable possessions in
America, and had been introduced to her
by Demon.
A conversation sprung up, when Hell
enc, for the first time, noticed stoutish.
hale and hearty, good-looking, middle
aged man standing next to the gentleman
who was conversing with her. AS she
looked the color f9ied from her cheeks
and neck, and she stared so curiously
that the count said, blandly:
You seem to know my friend, Miss
BerinQuay. Allow me to introduce you
| to Mr.. Henry Roberts"
Helene's eyes were fixed upon the
mans face. Never was a bird more
helpless under the fascination of snake
than Helene at that moment.
Miss Berinquay and myself have met
before" said Mr.. Henry Roberts, In good
English, with the barest tinge of a
French accent in it.
There was no installing the voice
There was no installing the face. Both
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