Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-09-29
CHATTER xxx.
fSYY1T was not until the Sunday
 sX evening following Tremaine's
 )z4s. departure that I found my ISWSkI self alone with Cecily and in

', from which hoped so much.
 She had arrayed herself in the same garments she had worn the first night II had met her--the gorgeous costume Of the belle affranchie, i'll which she was most at home-but had grown more accustomed to her and sat down near her without any great bedazzle- ment She was lying on the couch en- gagged in rolling cigarettes with re Imarkable skill and celerity and had quite pile on the taboret beside her. II sat and watched the supple fingers and the red, red lips and the dark face changing with every wave of feeling.
 My friend" she said suddenly, turn ling to me with intent gaze, do you jlknow where doudoux, has goneT'
 ''No," I answered; ''he did not tell me. He said only that his business was calling away"
 Business! One! And you believe khat7"
 'Why,shouldn't [ believe it, Cecily?" 9 If 1t were merely business he could have taken me along. Tambou! He is growing weary of me; annoy him: ,tcan see fl. It was, of course, inevita- Jble. Soon he will be sending me away. Oher' And she stretched her arms above her head with that gesture I had seen before. "Ah, well, d'amour, lde rixes ct d'oublisr' And she laughed, but fancied there was sob beneath lthe laughter At least shall be again |at St. Pierre"
 Suddenly there came soft hissing from the little cage over the radiator.
 "Ah, must feed Fe Fe; she is call Ing me!' she cried. and she ,sprang up, Iran to the next room and came back with little wine in glass. Nj I stood and watched her without be- Ming greatly impressed. Fe Fe seemed livery harmless and lethargic- evidently slthe climate of New York, even though slmellowed by the radiator, did not tagree with her.
 'sOf course Tremaine will go back with you" assured her. I was won- dering if she really suspected his in- 'Itention. ''No; he will not" she said decidedly. s'sBut," she added, with an electric flash of the eyes, ''he may come in {. time"
 N lighted another cigarette. "Where did you meet him. Cecily?" !. 'He came to St. Pierre three, four years ago. He saw me one day stand { ing at the door of my house in the Rue Peysette." Do you know where he came frc:n?" N "No; it mattered nothing to me-"
 "He never talked about his past?" !, '"His past? No, no. What was it ito us? We had pretty, pretty place lat Fond Core Tambou! I wish I twas there now!'
 You were happy there" <, "Yes-except for the times doudoux twas in his black spells"
 His black spellsY'
 "Yes-oh, then every one ran from him-even I. He was terrible-raving and cursing M'seur Johnson
 "JohnsonT' I repeated, with a sud den leap of the heart. "Who was he, Cecily|
 Il "He was doudoux's zombi." she answered with conviction. and crossed herself.
 ''Then he didn't live at Fond-C Core T' v At Fond Core? Oh, no! He was a zombi-in the air, in the earth, every where. Doudoux would fight with lhim an hour at O time. Oh, it was ter ribley'
 leaned back in my chair and watched the smoke from my cigarette lcircling upward. I remembered the letter that had been tattooed on the arm of the man killed in suit fourteen. So Tremaine had some cause to hate him-he had helped him, had supplied him with whisky. with money. through fear and not through friendship. To establish that was to take another step forward.
 "Did he have those spells often, ,CecilyT I asked at last.
 'Oh, no; sometimes not for months. Then, phut, the zombi would charm blm."
 | Charm himy'
 With Q little scrap of paper. yes. There would come a letter; doudoux would open if: always in it there would be a little piece of paper. Sometimes it had writing on 1t. sometimes print ing. as though it had been cut from a newspaper. Then. tambou, doudouz's face would grow black, he would tear the paper into little. little bits. uttering curses the most terrible, and we wou!d all run-'
 Clippings from a newspaper! Here was a coincidence. But I cudgeled my brain vainly. I could form DO theory as 10 why a clipping should cause those fits of rage.
 The last one. though, did not give him a speil.- she added. after a mo. ment. We were watching the sunset out across khe water when Dodoi brought the l.,ter to him. This time ii was printing snd writing both. got up. ready 10 fec. for I thought that would be twice as bad But no. He sat reading fl. snd hIs eyes glistened- Then he sent me running for his hat and hurried away to St Pierre When he came back he .Old me that VIC were to come 1t once to New York
 Yeu have some very pretty jewelrJ. Cecily.- I said. touching the grea, brooch of gold that gieamei at ber sh-nrr