Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-03-26

surged through the room. 1t washed Nancy
off her feet. and she sat down Imply.
TT is liberty. You win turn me away,
but 1t Is desperate. You CO. / see you no
more. It is to die. Ny heart Is torn. I
must speak,"
The excited Frenchman was on his knees
before her. raving. pleading. sobblng. She
looked helplessiy toward the bell by the
door,
Mad. evidently, quite mad and there was
no one she could call. She must humor him
nonsense he talked; but he was gentle. in
spite OF his mania. He did not touch her.
He only raved Of her hair and her eyes and
his voice and his alteration.
Where had she seen him? Where had
she known him? How had 1t happened that
he should come to her? She was desper-
ately frightened, but she pulled herself to-
gether and smiled at him sweetly.
But / cannot answer at this time now,
she said. with Machiavellian strategy. TT
Is so sudden; you must be patient. You
will go away now and come again, and
will talk to you then"
covered 1t with kisses.
Mon Ddeu! mon Dieu! You give me
hope. You are not insuited. You real1ze
that am mana man and a Frenchman
Rank! What is that? Moi! / am Of
Rousseau disciple. 1t is but to love. That
levels ALL You-you see the man under
the cook"
y 1.-The cookr'
hension. The handsome. imprisoned face.
with it's dapper mustache and its imperial,
framed itself in white linen and stood out
against background of dumb-waiter
walls.
Gracious Heavens! The chef! Her sins
had found her out-and she had told him
to come again and talk love to her! And
now, what could she say except the truth?
She would tell him she had thought him a
lunatic and that she hadn't meant to en-
courage him, and 1t would be so hard on
him.
Nancy hates making a man unhappy,
whether he's chef or a millionaire. Still
she couldn't accept the chef to save his
feelings. She must say something.
There was a rap on the door The patron
saint had Weakened once more. The French
man sprang to his feet Nancys heart
leaped for joy. She recognized the knock
Come she said family, and the man
who came often stepped into the room.
He felt the electricity in the air and
stopped short, looking at the flushed and
nervous Frenchman with that chilly ag-
gressiveness which cove.S the Anglo-Saxon
like garment when he does not under
stand. Nancy shot one beseeching, inn
ploring glance at him. Then she rose to
the occasion.
Bobby, this is Monsieur Veuilequez. He
has been very good friend to Priscilla
and me- You will want to thank him.
Monsieur Veuillequez, this is Mr.. Stanton,
my fance.
Bobby gave one startled gasp. then looked
at Nancy and shut his mouth firmly.
The Frenchman bowed low. His face
was white and his lips trembled under the
dapper mustache, but his manner was in
tact.
Monsieur is to be congratulated. 1t Is
an honor even to be called mademoiselle's
friend. 1 have the honor to wish you both
good day"
He was retiring in good order. Nancy
looked at him doubtfully, then suddenly
reached out her hand.
Goodbye monsieur. I am very grateful
to you. Forgive me. l did not dream;
He bent and kissed her hand with
manner that would have done credit to
marquis of the old regime.
ut was I who dreamed mademoiselle'
The door closed behind him. She turned
to an irate Bobby, who bristled with de-
mand for explanation
Pardon my taking liberties with you,
Bobby l won't carry it any further and
insist upon being really engaged to you,
and he will not spread the report. He's
not in our set.
''who is the beggar? If he was annoy
ing you I'll break"
.sOh no YOU won't break every bone in
his body. You'll never see MIN again. he 5
our chef
The man uttered an exclamation that
sounded unfit for polite society, but Nancy
created a diversion by dropping down upon
the divan and beginning to cry Historically.
I'm a BEAST she sobbed, "a wretched
little beast, and I'll never smile at a man
again so long as l live.
But she did
That night, as Priscilla was doing
sIeepward, Nancy shook her into attention
Priscilla she said resolutely, Il shall
never be happy until I've had a French
count making love to me. If an ordinary
Frenchman can do the thing so magnif-
Gently, what. oh what, would the nobility
achieves!