Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-09-22
Copyright, 1907. by
c. N. and A. M. WILLIAMSON.
All Rights Reserved.

than she loves any other creature on earth
and now she could See and hear that III,
man had driven me to the brink % lys-
tertcs. She would have liked to tear his
face with her nails or choke him. think
II had given her the wore l believe she
you'd have tried with al, her strength
which is not small-and very good will
To XII him l was dimly conscious of what
her resuessness meant. ard vaguely COM
forted. too. by the thought of her supreme
loyalty. But forgot Marianne when CO.
densky answered my question
Yes. TODD him. II WAS the truth And
I've always understood that You made "A
great point OF never doing anything which
you considered In the least r.spur. 50 why
should suppose YOU would rather du
Lauricr didn't know? You might already
have mentioned II Ia him
lie wouldn't hellev@ You" eXela.m a.
desperately. Ard my only hop" was that
| might be right
AS a matter Of fac, he d.du.. seem to at
first 80 | at once understood dat you
hadn't spoken OF our appointment. Bur II
was too late 10 atone FOR my careiessurss.
! and d'd the next best thug-jusi ned my
verac!ty. l suggested that If he didn't take
my word Tor It he might stand where ha
could Sc US speaking together At the sage
door. and
An. am glad Of that cut IN. Then
he saw that we didn't drive away to-
gether."
You jump at conclusions. Just Tx, less
clever women. ! hardly thought you'd re
ceive me into your carriage NJ thr thcatrr
SO ! took the precaut.on Of warning du
Laur!er that he needn't expect to see that.
You would suggest place for me To meet
you, l sad. When l knew It I would in
form him If he chose to wait about some
where for few minutes"
'Raoul du Laurier would scorn to spy
upon me-" l broke out
How hard you are on spies And how
little knowledge of human nature you
have. after all II you don't understand
that man suddenly out Of his head with
jealousy VIII do things OF which he'd I've
incapable when he sane"
The argument silenced me. | knew had
known for long time-that jealousy could
roust, demon in Raoul. And only tonight
he ND reminded that he was zeal
Gus brute" l remembered what answer he
had made when l asked him what he would
do II ] deceived him. He said that ne
would Kill me and kill himself after. AS
he spoke the blood had streamed up TO his
forehead and streamed back again. leaving
him deadly pale. flash like steel had
shot out of his eyes-the dear eyes that are
not cold. 1t was true. as this cruel wretch
reminded me, Raoul would do things under
the torture of jealousy that he would cut
Off his hand sooner than do when his own
sweet, poet nature was in ascendancy.
"As proof OF what l say" Godensky
went on. "du Laurier did wait did hear
from me the place where you were to stop
and pick me up. And If 1t wouldn't be the
worst of form TO bet. I'd bet that he found
some way of getting there in time to
that had told the truth"
You coward stammered.
ION the contrary, a brave man. I've
heard that du Laurier is a fine shot. and
that very few men in Paris can touch him
with the fons. So you see"
You want to Brighten met | exclaimed.
YOU mis- Judge me in every way"
My only answer to tell Marianne to
press the button which gives the signal for
my chauffeur to stop. Instantly the cleo
trio carriage slowed down, then came to a
standstill. My man opened the door and
Count Godensky submitted TO my will.
Nevertheless. he was far from being In q
submissive mood. as l did not need to be
reminded by the tone OF his voice as he
said 'Au revoir.'
Nothing could have been more polite than
the words or his way of speaking them. as
he stood in the street with his hat in his
hand. But to me they meant threat. and
threat they were intended.
My talk with Godensky at the stage door.
my pause to pick him up and my second
pause to set him down had all taken time.
of which 1 had had little enough at the
starting, II l were to meet Ivor Dundas
when he arrived. II was two or three min
utes after midnight, or so my watch said.
when we drew up before the gate of my
high-waled garden in the quiet Rue d Hol-
lande
little while ago I had been ready to
seize upon almost any expedient for keep
ing Raoul away from my house tonight,
but now. after what had just heard from
Godensky. l prayed to see him waiting for
me.
Nobody Except Ivor, concerning whom
I'd given orders) would be let In so late at
night. during my absence, not even Raoul
himself: so II he had come to reproach me
break with me he would have to stand
outside the locked gate till 1 appeared. 1
looked for him longlngly. but he not
there. There was, to be sure, a motor
brougham in the street, for wonder (usu-
ally the Rue dHollande is as empty
desert after II o'clock, but girls face
peered out at me from the wndow-an imp
ish. curiously abnormal little face 1t
eXtinguishing the spark of hope that sprang
to life as l caught sight of the carriage.
1t was standing before the closed gate
of house almost opposite mine and the
girl seemed somewhat interested In me;
but | was not at all interested in her. and
/ hate being stared at If 1 were some
thing in museum.
The gate is always kept locked at night
when I'm at the theater. but Marianne has
the key. and we let ourselves In when we
come. for only old Henri sits up. and he is
growing little deaf. moment and we
were inside. the chauffeur spinning away to
the garage.
Cro be Continued Next SundayD