The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1907-09-11
By MRS. ALEXANDER.

when we were children together
ay. and after-Lady Frances was the
life of us all. l never saw a girl
with so much go in her; and now!'
HE broke off expressively. How
ever, no one can help her." he added,
after a moment; and then quickly
turning the subject, began to talk of
French politics, till they reached the
conner of the Champs Elysees, where
they paused to see the Empress drive
by. There Werner turned back to
keep an engagement, and Glynn
strolled on slowly to his hotel, reso-
lutely resisting a strong temptation
to call and inquire for Miss Lambert.
Indeed, with the help of a good deal
of letter writing and interviews with
sundry personages of financial i'm
portance, Glynn contrived to keep his
mind free from imaginative pictures
and irresistible suggestions. He was
not going to make a fool of himself,
or of any one else, either; he was too
old and experienced to be carried
away by a romantic encounter, or
the liquid loneliness of a pair of lus-
trous, dreamy. dark-blue eyes.
What eyes they are!" lie thought,
as he sat at his second dejeune, on
Sunday morning, three whole days
since he had enjoyed the hospitality
of his quondam comrade of the Cali
fornian episode. Mere civility de-
mands that I should call. I think l
have been under fire often enough
to stand this last fusillade without
finching; besides; the whole thing is
deucedly curious" So, after looking
in at Gaglinane's, and reading the
English papers, Glynn found himself
on his way to the Rue de L'Eyeque.
The perfume Of orange blossoms
which came forth from the opening
door greeted him like a prelude of de-
light, so wildly did it remind him Of
the pleasant hours to which his first
visit was an introduction.
Eyes, monsieur was at home, and
nademoiselle, Also" and the servant,
| opening a different door from that
through which she had ushered him
on the former occasion, spoke to some
one within, and Immediately Lambert
himself, in a gorgeous dressing gown,
a 'fez on his head, and a cigarette in
his mouth, came forth to greet him.
"Glynn, come along into my den.
I thought you had left for some other
diggings. 1 was going to look you
up to-day. I've not had a moment
I could call my own since we parted"
While he spoke he ushered his Wis
itor into a small, very small room,
containing a large knee-hole table
loaded with letters, newspapers,
small account books, and all appli-
ances for writing, and two very COM
Portable circular chairs. These arti-
cles of furniture scarcely left room
to move. A looking-glass, surmount-
ed by a couple Of reVolvers, complet-
ed the decorations. A dim light was
admitted by a long, narrow, stained
glass window; and a second door,
which stood open, led into a COM
fortably furnished dining DOM
This is my cabinet de travaille,"
said Lambert, wheeling round one of
the chairs; land I am just taking an
hour or two from the Sabbath to
clear up some little arrears of work.
Where have you been all these
days?"
VERY busy, or I should have paid
my respects to you and Miss Lam
bert sooner"
"To be sure, to be sure, you are
in business yourself. Anything in
the bookmaking way? I think I re-
member you had a fair notion as to
the value of a horse" ".
mo; mine is a more sober system
Of gambling"
"Aha! the share market! 1 could
give you a hint or two about that
new steamship company they are get
ting up in Hamburg"
Thank you, my hands are pretty
full already"
After 4 little further conversation
on financial and sporting topics, while
Lambert was putting his papers to-
| gether with some degree of rough Or
der, he proposed to join his daughter.
"She was out to mass with her
friends the Davilliers, and had break
fast with them; I. have scarcely seen
her this morning." So saying, he
rose and led Glynn through the din
ing room to an arched doorway.
across which a curtain of rich dark
stuff was drawn, and lifting it cried,
Are you there, my jewel? I have
brought Mr.. Glynn to see you"
Come in," said a voice; and as he
entered Glynn saw Miss Lambert ad-
vancing from an open window to
meet him.
The room into which he had been
ushered was small, though larger
than the minute apartment Lambert
had appropriated. 1t was prettiiy
and lightly decorated. the hangings
and chair covers being of chintz bou.
quets of roses tied with blue ribbons
on a cream ground and had n large
window opening on a balcony full of
flowers, which oyerhung a garden
belonging to a large hotel in a street
beyond. There were books and
needlework. a writing table and a
sewing machine about, and it was evil
deutly Miss Lambert's private sitting
room. A stout, elderly woman in
black. with a lace cap and a large
apron. who looked more than a SER
want and less than a lady, rose as
they entered. and was about to leave
the room. when Lambert exclaimed