Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1905-01-17
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maker. "No man will dare to propose to
a goddess"
Helene's eyes travelled round the room.
and she saw, surrounded by bevy of
fair ladies, prince, statesman of
European reputation, and half dozen
noblemen of minor degree. But the man
whom she had specially invited, and for
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 it opened 10 admit a 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-
naticn. Was there ever such indignity
heaped upon woman?
She hated az men, but she especially
hated General Demon for having suggest
ed the invitation, and she hated that man
Roberts, above ali. She thought she could
have poisoned him, had he been there al
that moment. When she returned to her
room she stood for a moment before her
mirror gnashing her cleaning teeth, and
just one solitary tear stole down her
cheek. She wiped it away angrily with
her handkerchief, which afterward she
crushed between her little fingers.
That d the first man to whom | have
ever held out an invitation, and who has
ignored me. He thwarts me at every
turn, but win make him suffer for it,
On sudden 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 WE'LL
Great heavens!'' 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. BERN
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
cd on cid L
landau, staring into vacancy, when the
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 apFrench 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 faded from her checks
and neck, and she stared so curiously
that the count said, blandly:
you seem to know my friend, Miss
Berlnquay. Allow me to introduce you
to Mr. Henry Roberts"
Helenes eyes were fixed upon the
mans face. Never was a bird more
helpless under the fascination of a 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
were Henri's.