The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-04-22
CHAPTER XVIII.

Sf1AF EH NvIIIs &s4sEs4 .tFt5
It was the old story Of the moth and
the candle, with the trifing variation that
the candle, in this instance. was also
passionate devotee Of the moth, and SO
made himself more than ever fascinating.
1t was with a peculiar comminglingt of
repulsion and attraction that allowed
the Count de Beauvais to bend his lips
to my hand in my own house the next
day. A strikingly handsome man Of
commanding presence, his bold yet soft
black eyes seemed to draw my very soul
to his. A strange impulse to flee from
him struggled with the charm he exer-
cised. but with his first words was pow
erless, and remembered my duties as hos
tess. ~t@.... EG.
Mime. Jacqueminot." he murmured
in his melodious voice. to which the mer-
est suggestion Of an accent lent added
charm, II am your humble slave. do
my homage to the representative of mod
ern American womanhood"
"And I accept it in that purely imper
sonal way" retorted, regaining control
Of myself. Modern American woman
hood should be proud to receive the hon.
age Of Europe's honored aristocracy. And
now sit down, pray, and tell me how you
were impressed with the woman's club
movement" -. e.r,. -.-.-.,
"As displayed last night at the Audi
tortum," he answered, ensconcing himself
| In my big Morris chair by the open fire.
| 'it was most wonderful; it is the COM
| bination Of all the graces that have char
acterized womanhood from the time Of
| Mother Eve, with the modern spirit Of
American democracy and of-of-what
you call the new-Woman spirit. like not
| that term, but it covers my meaning
n est ce pas vrat?'' r.. t.. ~. -...
eyes," retorted, smiling, land thank
you. For even the most aggressive new
| woman must feel glad that you see in her
the old-time graces. But T do not like
| the term new woman either. Women
| are not different today from Mother Eve.
| It Is only that our environments are diff
ferent, and that we are making them StlIl
more different
1.-THE beautiful Jacqueminot sends out
more widespread and powerful fragrance
| than the old time wild rose." he observed,
| without taking his gaze from the glowing
| Goals. 1--WE men Of the old aristocracy
are powerless to resist your magical at
mosphere and so you have it all your
own way, as you say over here
His voice was melody personif1ed. and
as he talked on I, too, was transported
into a different atnosphere--one heavy
with rich perfumes and enticing music,
and enconpassed with a soft whirlpool
Of dreams. This was not the practical
| wife Of hustling business man. I was
| some princess Of the realm surrounded
| with oriental luxury and reveling IN the
alteration of her royal lover. And altho
1--we talked only Of the most prosa1c sub
jects, there is no knowing where 1t would
have ended If at the close Of an hour DR.
Haven had not been ushered In, bring
ing us both back to the present everyday
world of Chicago. The talk became gen.
eral and the count soon Withdrew, leav'
ing me alone with Philip.
i "And how do you like the countT
asked after a short silence.
| "A capable Frenchman, enough wa:
the rather ungracious reply But
| "Well! But me your but, If you must,
! responded gaily.
"Women in your position cannot be TOT
particular you know he went on. Par
don me, Jackie, but I am an old, Ole
friend
"And are claiming all the privileges o
one," I laughed back. .,.
"Your husband is in Europe he wen
on, disagreeably. - !,
'I had heard Of it," said dr1ly. p
"And the world is quick to note thes
things he pursued.
philip Haven't" T flashed back Sc
really believe you are jealous" 1 colore'
and caught myself up quickly. DO yo'
think me still the unsophisticated girl yo
left behind you in Kansas? Because. yo1
r know, really have two beautifully Gu
Q molars commonly called eye-teeth.'
= THAT man stayed mere nearly wv
!. hours he muttered. ri
e How many times have you stayed thre
q or even four?' retorted. -. -.
ssBut I am an old friend and-and you
= pastor" he replied. "And this man Is
u foreigner, who knows the rules OF etique1
), and it was his first call"
t But not his last, I trust" said
y REALLY, Philip, you are presum1ng just
trifle. Who cares about the man, any
how? If I find him entertain1ng-o
l. rather, if, with all his experience, he find
IS poor, uneducated, undeveloped me inter
d esting-whose business is it?'
,, mine" he answered. Mine, JACKIE
K For tell you-" 8 r. -
1t The door opened and in came Mimi
q Morrison, followed by Mrs. Bainbridg
a, beautiful young widow who had recent
fly Joined the club. Her eyebrows LITE
almost impercept1bly when she saw d
o Haven and me en- tete-a-tete, and ate
l. a cordial greeting she turned from N
d and sat by him on the sofa, entertalnin
d him with the small talk of society durln
l. the few moments Of his stay And whe
e he rose to go she said good-by also.
1t "For," said she, II am going right K
a the rectory and will take you along
70 my carriage" ~
10 "See what it is to have a spiritual az
IS viser?" laughed Minnie, when the do'
70 had closed behind them.
&c I failed to catch her meaning.
IT .What not see thru the pretty widow:
T. she went on. why, everybody else SCI
II it already. tell you an unmarried clerg.
- man cannot be too careful. First thir