Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1905-01-05

Of her. As yet she knew nothing OF
Brendon's love for Dorothy, but with
the instinct Of a Jealous woman guess
ed that some such passion engrossed
the mind of the man she desired TO
marry. Wearicd of her persistency,
Brendon stopped away, and for few
weeks Lola did not see him. Then
she saw his name in the papers con
nected with the Amelia square TRACE
dy and wrote to him. He accepted
her invitation and came to supper less
because Of her desire than because
he wished to speak to her about Bawd
sey. The name of Lola Velcz on the
lips OF the red man had startled Bren-
don almost as much as the fact that
I'awdsey appeared to be acquainted
with him. George could not recall
meeting the man. and as he was not
yet sufficiently famous for his name to
be on the lips of the public he won
dered how 1t came about that Bawd-
sey knew of his existence. Anxious TO
know who the man was, he sent
note marked private to Miss Bull ana
received reply stating that Mr.
Bawdsey was new boardcr, and. so
far as she knew, a gentleman who liv-
ed on his income. There remained
Lola to question. aud to Lola George
went night or two after the rescue
Of the red man. George made up his
mind, and n strong mind it was, that
he would not leave Lola until he knew
positively how her name came to he
mentioned by Bawdsey
Having Just returned from the inu-
sic hall. Lola wore loose tea gown
OF scarlet trimmed with glittcring jet.
1t was bizarre garment, but the vivid
color suited her dark face and south
ern looks. She was rather tall, very
slender. and she moved with the dan
gerous grace Of panthcress. Her face
was oval, sallow and thin, with ever
changing expressions. She was never
two minutes the same, but her pre-.
vailing mood was one of fierce In
tensity. The smoldering fire In her
great black eyes blazed into passion
ate love as she swept forward to greet
her visitor
MY deliverer, my adored! she cried
in moderately good English and kissed
his hand with burning lips.
George snatched it away. Don't,
Lola. You know hate that sort of
thing And so saying he threw down
his coat and hat ON the sofa at the far
end of the room.
There. little friend" cried Lola,
.',.ar, tort ~, 4
the lire aud was pulling at a cigarette,
now we must talk Why have you
not beenI oh, you wicked young
boy
Il have been engaged" replied
George.
"Engaged!' she repeated, with a fash
Of her wonderful eyes. THAT is words
for i don't want to come
George laughed. shook his head and
changed the subject Have you ever
been in san Reno. in Itaiy?" he asked
"Ah. bah. Have been anywhere:
All Italy know-all.-all."
You know it better than Spain. Yet
You are Spanish
II am whatever you desire, my
George. Yes. am OF Spain-of Cadiz
where my parents sold oil to their
ruin They came to Italy, to Milan
and made money to live from wine.
was trained to the dance They died,
and |, my friend
'You told me all this before" inter
rupted Brcndon ruthleSsly II ask if
YOU have ever been TO san Remo?"
Why. yes assuredly, and why not?'
She looked at him with narrowing eyes
as she put the question. blinking like Il
cat.
There is no reason, only was think
ing He paused.
"i,h. you ihink--of what
"Oh something which does not con.
Germ you, Lola
"All that is of you Is TO me-" she re.
sponded. ~ love YOU"
Lola. be reasonable
'Pschutt. mock myself of your
reason she cried swapping her Tin,
gers and speaking in quite a French
way. Il leave reasons to your chilly
English ladies. I--eh, but you kno W
l am of the south. TO you to you, my
adorcd prc,eryer, DO give myself"
George grew angry. "If you talk
like this, Lola, shall 90 away"
An. then, good night To you. Let it
be adiou and never come back"
That's grateful" said George quiet
ly, and she was at his .eet.
"Ah, tut no, am Il bad womans.
! am entirely all wicked. You are an
angel of the good God. Dearest my
own She stretched adoring hands,
ana her eyes glittered like stars.
George reasoned with her. Lola, do
you wish me TO be pleased with youT'
"Assuredly. And why not:"
Then sit down and talk sensibly"
She sat down or rather flung herself
into the chair, with a whirl of scarlet
draperies "Decidedly | am a Chris
tan. go to mass, | confcss-ycs. |
confess TO the priest how love YOU"
do you really love ne, Lola? | was
told that you wished me- harm"
She started from her chair with a
passionate gesture.
"Who says it Is liars of the worst.
Tell me who speak that | may tear and
scratch"
NO no. / don't want scandal"
For her sakes, oh. yes" She sub.
sided sulkily. II am nothings.'
For whose sake" asked Rrendon,
rather alarmed. for he did not wish this
tiCrpSS TO know about Dorothy