The Montgomery advertiser., 1906-03-20

were there, but the mother note was absent
 Not unless you want to be rafied. my son." she replied. I'm railing everything get hold of today-<I know I shall be asking some one to take a half-guinea chance on your father, and-yes, Mr.wingate. Cafe chantant my turn? What now? No time for another pink cake? How barbarous! .. Come along with me. Louise, you can sit in the front row.
 Five minutes later Lady Farjoycs's mocking red lips were cooling out the quaint refrain Of an old French patois song, while her audacious scarlet stockr ings and shoes Ct was always mys- tery how such feet came from a coun- try parsonage1 ekiIlfully broke Into action, leaving an impression of intri- cate step dancing behind. The same evening I sat alone with her in her boudoir.
 T should think you must be about the happiest woman in Londonl' calculated. involuntarily.
 Force of contrast drew the observat tion from me. ct was my birthday, and had been thinking about myself and looking in the mirror a good deal
 would you? Why?" was still so busy drawing con- 
 had laid down her Russian cigarette. and was resting her white chin on a white hand decorated 3y one single carbochon emerald ring.
 "why?" replied. gazing vaguely round the shell-shaped room with It's silken nebulously tinted walls painted by Conder. why? Because of every thingl You have youth. wealth, beauty, talent, love. position, health and every xvNr war fa XSfF4 be the happiest woman in London, and. besides that. you seem the happiest woman in Isondon!' Before Della Farjoyce answered she rose from the empire sofa and walked about the room. the frothy frills of her silken pink skirts trickling buoyantly after her across the pearl velvet car pet.
 Suddenly she stopped directly in front of my chair.
 ,''You are a woman to be trusted. Louli, aren't your" she said, scanning my features, though she must have known their unchiseled angles by heart.
 did not reply but I suppose the features and our seven years inter mittent intimacy must have answered for me, because, without further hesi- tation. the radiant Lady Farjoyce com cinued
 Meet me at 9:SO tomorrow morn ing by the Tirminus book office am a dolt to do it, but 1t will help me afterwards can talk to you some times about it, and there won't be so much need for perpetual-er-happi- ness then"
 PunctualIy at half past nine ar rived, but for once Della was before me.
 along," was all she said.
 An hour before noon we alighted at a Iethargic country station more mo- honeysuckle and climbing roses than for alert porters.
 Come along" said Lady Farjoyce once more as we turned on to a road white with the whiteness of early sum- mer.
 On we went, crossing fields where the waving yellow buttercuns and long green grasses produced sort of shot silk effect when viewed through half closed eyes.
 I pointed out the idea to Della. but she hardly heard me
 With every step her pace quickened, and as I glanced at her Tor the first lime she had ceased to look radiant she only looked a woman-and by the time we had passed another meadow (Where the huffs from kiss sme -quicks rose and mixed with the sunbeams while distant wild-rose hedges sent ali their sweetness by the hreeze) the step-dancing Boulogne ish-wife sug- gested a Corregio Madonna In white linen custune by Reilly.
 Here we are" she said, as we passed through a wooden gate whose action