The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1907-08-17
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BY D. c. Murray --~S~
CHATTER III.-(Continued.)
BY D. G. Murray

CHAPTER III.-(Continued.)
The Levantine advanced, halted before
the trio, and raised his hat.
II beg you to pardon my intrusion"
he said, speaking in German to Fraser.
before. l have a postcard here which l
cannot read. Will you be SO kind as to
translate it for me?"
Fraser graciously took the postcard
and translated it into German. A Brus-
sells chemist wrote that one or two of
the ingredients in the prescription for
warded to him by Mr.. Athanos Zeno were
not commonly used in Belgium, and that
he had been compelled to send to England
for them. The prescription would be
made up and forwarded in a day or two.
Mr.. Athanos Zeno raised his hat once
more and accepted the proffered postcard
from Fraser's fingers, processing his in
finite obligation. He had received the
prescription some years ago from an Eng
lish physician whom he had met at Ber-
lin. 1t had always done him a great deal
of good. He was a little unwell now,
and he had been recommended to Janenne
because of it's famous air. He had ex-
pected to have had friends with him who
spoke the language, but they had not ar
rived. 1t was not very cheerful to be all
alone there, and to exchange a word with
nobody He trusted to be forgiven this
intrusion.
Fraser intimated, in his own lordly and
condescending way, that he should be
happy at any time during his brief stay
In Janenne to be of service, and Mr..
70 In
turn, withdrew himself.
CHAPTER Nv.
At the back of abe Hotel des Postes
70 little garden where the flower beds
are islanded in a harsh lake of broken
schist, and where in summer time the
gray stone walls which bound the garden
on three sides beat back the heat of the
sun upon the air like the reverberators
of furnace. Unobservant visitors won
der to find themselves hotter here in shade
than they are in sunshine elsewhere ip
the same village.
Athanos Zeno sat here pretty often,
leaning back in springy chair of painted
strip iron, with his lustrous black eyes
half closed. A delightfully."- idle man to
look at was Athanos Zeno, and on the
outside nearly always distracted from
the world, though to keen observer
there was visible when people talked in
his neighborhood that curious listening,
obseryant poise of the head which Austin
Farley had noticed in him. He had moth
Ing to conceal, and but little to observe,
just now. pobroski, Fraser and ORourke
were talking together in front of the
Cheval Blanc, and now and again stray
village girl came down to the village
pump for water, but there was nobody
else In sight.
Mrs. Farley walked into the garden
with the boys hand in one of hers, and
seating herself at some distance from
the Levantine, busted herself over bit
Of lace work.
At an open window overlooking the gar
den sat Austin, with rumpled hair and
disordered aspect, occasionally scratching
his head with the feathered stump of a
very short quill pen. Lucy, who had so
arranged her seat as to command view
Of him at will, observed him smilingly
and tenderly for awhile, but he began to
rumple his hair SO wildly at length that
she spoke to him.
Cant you work to-day, dear?"
"It's tingling all over me-" he an
swered, with an irritated flourish of the
hands. Actually and absolutely ting
ling"
you do nothing in that mood" she
said, smiling. Leave it for little while
Come down into the garden"
II think / WILL" he answered and
she watched him whilst he swept away
from his table a disorderly double hand
full of papers, and snatching a straw hat
from hook on the wall, stuck it fretful
" at the bac kof his head and left the
room.
Just at that moment the carriage driv'
On by Maskelyne pulled up In front of the
Cheval Blanc, and the good wife CRIED In
Q hurried whisper, Austin, here are the
people from Houfoy. And you In your
clippers Go away and make yourself
presentable,"
Austin arose with something Of an all
Of humorous discomfort, and saunteret
into the hotel, reappearing in time t
greet Maskelyne and Dobroski at the door
where the young American introduced
Miss Butler with solemn little phras'
or two about the novelist's fame, which
caused MIN TO Dlusn ike scnoOiDOy
Angela looked upon him with eyes of ven
eration-the first live author she had be
held. She was at the age when venera
ton Is at It's freshest, and this encounte
was an unfeigned and unique delight t
her.
By and by they were all seated in tn
garden together, and O'Rourke and Fra
ser came In, and each took chair in tn
hot shade of the trained lines. Angela
Farley and Maskelyne were Just begin
ming to feel at home together, and wer
gliding into talk. O'Rourke sat near an,
kept silence, though it was a common
habit Of his to lead conversation. He wa
esteemed good talker, but his power a
q listener was rarer and more remarkable
As listener he was full Of subtleties
He responded silently to the slightes
shade of thought. and the talker Away
felt certain of sympathy with him.
He saw but little Of feminine society
and knew but little of women's manner
or their interior ways. He watched wit
a closer interest than he could altogethe
have accounted for at the moment for an
sign of rapport between Maskelyne an
ANGELA. and saw none whatever on eithe