Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-09-15
The Yellow Crayon
The Further Adventures of mysterious MIR. Sabm"
BY E. Phillips Oppenheim,
"a Maker History, The Traitors" "The Master Mumme
"A Prince Of Sinners" Etc
BY E. Phillips Oppenheim,

few who remembered him. He neither
courted nor Stunned observa ton. He sat
at dinner time at a retired table. and found
himself watching the people with a stir OF
pleasure. Afterwards he went round to A
famous club, OF which he had once been
life member, but towards midnight he
was wearied of the duh decorum OF his
surroundings, and. returning to the hotel.
sought the restaurant once more. The
stream of people coming I'm to supper
greater even than at dinner time He
found a small table, and ordered some
oysters. The sight OF this bevy of pleas
ure seekers. all apparently with multitudes
OF friends, might have engendered sense
or loneliness In man Of different DISPOSE
ton. To Mr.. Sabin his isolation was a
luxury. He had an uninterrupted oppor-
tunity OF pursuing his favorIte study.
There entered a party towards midnight.
to meet whom the head waiter himself
came hurrying from the farther end of the
room. and whose arrival created little
buzz of interest. The woman who formed
the central figure of the little group had
for two years known no rival either at
court or in society. She was the most
beautiful woman in England beautiful too
with all the subtle grace Of her royal de-
scent. There were women upon the stage
whose faces might have borne comparison
with hers. but there was not one who In
a room would not have sunk into insig-
nif1cance by her side. Her movements her
carriage were incomparable-the inherited
gifts of race of women born in palaces.
MIR. Sabin. who neither stunned nor
SourtcQ oDStINatlOn, Watcna0 ler with
grim smile which was not devoid OF bitter
ness Suddenly she saw him. With a lit
tie cry of wonder she came towards him
with outstretched hands
TT Is marvellous" she exclaimed. You?
Really your
He bowed low over her hands
TT fs /, dear Helene" he answered. "a
moment ago I was dreaming. l thought
that was back once more at Versailles
and in the presence of my queen
She laughed softly.
There may be no Versailles" she muir
INJURED: but you Will be courtier to the
end OF your days"
'At least" he said. believe me that
my congratulations come from my heart.
Your happiness is written in your face.
and your husband must be the proudest
man in England
He was standing now by her side, and
he held out his hand to Mr.. Sabn.
you bear me no fil-will''
ut would be madness" Mr.. Sabin an
swered. ITO be the most beautiful peerless
In England is perhaps for Helene a han
pier fate than to be the first queen of Ola a
new dynasty"
'And you. uncle~' Helene said. "You
are back from your exile then. How often.
thought Of you. of all men, I'm America"
Il went into exile" Mr.. Sabin answered.
and 1 found paradise. The three years
have been the happiest of my life"
'Lucfle! Helene exclaimed
us my wife," Mr. Sabfn answered
Delightfui! Helene muTmured She
Is with you then. 1 hope. Indeed I felt
sure that L saw her the other night at the
opera"
lat the opera" Mr. sabin, for a moment
was silent. He would have been ashamed
to confess that his heart was beating
strongly. that crowd Of eager questions
trembled upon his lips. He recovered him
self after moment.
Lucille is not with me for the moment"
he said In measured tones, Il am detain-
Ing you from your guests. Helene. If you
: Wont you join us?" Lord Camperdown
asked courteousy. I'VE are only a small
party-the Portuguese ambassador and his
Wife the Duke of Medchester and Stanley
Phillipson."
Mr.. Sabfn rose at once -.
shall be delighted" he said
Lord Camperdown hesitated for a mo-
ment.
II present Monsieur lie Due de souspen-
nier, l presume?" he remarked smiling
Mr.. Sabin bowed.
II am Mr.. Sabin." he said. Eat the hotels
ana places where one travels. To my
friends I have no longer an incognito. 1t
Is not necessary"
1t was brilliant little supper party and
Mr.. Sabin contributed at least his share to
the general entertainment. Before they
dispersed he had to bring out his tablets
to make notes of his engagements. He
stood on the top Of the steps above the
palm-court to wish them goodbye leaning
on his stick. Helene turned back and
waved her hand.
He is unchanged" she murmured, yet
l fear that there must be trouble"
"Why2 He seemed cheerful enough" her
husband remarked.
She dropped her voice a little.
Lucille Is In London. She is staying at
Dorset House."
(To be continued tomorrowD