New-York tribune., 1905-01-12
Cupid and Car,paspe.
BY CLIO GRAVES.
IN TWO PARTs-PART II.

Promise me-" begged rurghley. feeling for
the mustache Of which he had been so proud
and failing to find it in his agitation, that you'll
chuck bridge and dissolve partnership with
this-this unspeakable bounder-from to-day.
Promise.'
Phlllida opened her eyes upon her young men
tor and laughed derisivey.
Kill the goose with the golden eggs, collapse
like burst bubble. and drop out of one of the
smartest sets in society because 1 can't afford
TO dress as well my friends! NO. thank your
Then why-why die you tell Inc YOU were
doubtful about the prOpriety OF the game you're
playine? WHY burden me with confidence that
will make me nothing short of brutally mis-
erable?' demanded Burghley, smarttng under
the derisive tone and the sense Of having been
played with.
Frankly. I don't know Female criminals
sometimes give themselves away in that ire
sponsible fashion. don't they? I've heard OF one
who pencilled down thesmurdeTs she had COM
mitted with details and dates, on the sticks OF
fan You are my fan, I suppose. No OF course,
1 wasn't going to ask you to stay to luncheon.
Go away now, and come back cool and pleasant,
and help me to think out my Greco-Persian
draperies for the Campaspe tableau. Not this
evening though, for the Cantrips have a
ebridge' party at Berkeley Square"
Rurghley nluttered something, he hardly knew
what. and blundered out of the house. treading
OH Mrs. FOstrookeS Spite as ne TOOK MS nat
from the servant. He had always had his
doubts he told himself as he swung along Pic
cadfIIv: had never cared to see or hear PhIllidas
name associated with. the Cantrips's set. Col
cIough was a designing, dangerous brute. and
Here he collided with and cannoned off anothec
pedestrian.
Where are you laundering off to-" a CHEEKY
voice asked 1t was Cantrips. and the hospita-
BILE peer Immediately followed up the question
with an invitation to lunch.
You won't be able to stand me. don't play
bridge and 1 can't afford 10 bet on horses,
Burghley's candid If unpublished, reply
Lord Cantrips contemplated the good looking,
boyish face with twinkling eyes set In prick
red face.
q young fellow to lunch with me- If ones at
kainable. No pick-me-up equal 10 seeing ones
Vis-A-vis tackle the menu with q will sighed
Lord CantTipS.
II shan't do that-at least. don't think sor'
Burghley said, doubtfully.
"Hipped. Lost at br--. No! you don't gam
"But if somebody else does-somebody in
whom you're Interested Burghley pulled
himself up. blushing crimson.
That's enough to put one off ones feed
before thirty" Lord Cantrips agreed.
Suppose you lunch with me at the Paddock
Club and tell me who she is?
L won't tell YOU" said Burghley. but I'll
lunch. At least. I'll try to-"
Seated at a snug little table in one Of the
great bay windows of the Paddock. the peer
and his young companion discussed sole and
lamb outlets and truth compels the statement
that Burghley's lack OF appetite was not ap-
parent
ice pudding. Do have some. and I'll look on.
At your age l could-what couldn't 1 eat by
Jove, Stilton TO finish with and a glass OF
CarboneI-the cheese straw is a burden 10 my
digestion And you won't confide In me with
regard to your gambling enchantress. I'll con-
lde In you. AT least, I'll tell you little story
In confidence OF course-about girl my Wife
and l are rather fond of" Lord Cantrips chose
a cigar and looked rather hard at Burghley.
"She"- Burghley's sharp teeth bit through
the cigarette he held between them He red
deEed 10 the tips OF his ears.
shes an unmarried girl as pretty as they
make en- and keen sport Of all kinds. We
see a good deal of her We're Fotaries OF
bridge II used 10 be poker and then baccarat
and this girl plays a good game. Cool, too,
as a veteran hand. But you're not smokin'.
please go on
''She-let's calf her the Gamblin' Girl-has