The Birmingham age-herald., 1907-03-17

, speaking to me since arrived here at the Pass last night! I'd bet ten-dollar note to a torn two-cent postage stamp | she got my name where I got hers-from one of the hotel clerks! All-ha! Ina! ha! Gooui Oh-h-! Good!' He stumbled over g stone. It was be- coming darker. He put his hand to his ear for second, as the incoming tide took on its deeper tone.
 Retracing his stens, he returned to the hotel, where he vent to his room and changed his white linen costume for evening clothes.
 Coming down stairs again, he passed | through the enclosed conservatory at one end of the veranda, shut off from the dining room by the lines of palms that overfiowed the limits of the artificial gar den. The musicians were tuning their violins preparatory to beginning the open ing air of the dinner concert. He wan dered through the plants and flowers, and out on the veranda and back again | through the open windows, to the lobby, | with his eyes on the alert. Finally he saw her entering one of the windows further down the room. He | reached her just in time to take from her l the wrap she removed from her should CTS. 'I shall sit at your table, he said quietly
 "I think" she began. with or without your consent,' he said, masterly.
 She placed her hand on his arm. "I wonder you are not embarrassed at all this kindness" she said, demurely,
 as soon as they were seated. You can't embar-ass creole, you know" he said, with his eyes on the table napkin he was unfolding. Why" she asked.
 "NIy native modesty forbids that l Sh0ulI qax htf I will bo saying that they are such intelligent peo- pie that are never at a loss for a reply" 50 I am at last face to face with a real live creole, then,' she exclaimed, looking at him with affected care: but, do yoa know. Mir. Delacroix, it is the first time I ever heard one of them speak of
 his native modesty.' I thought that, like | modesty was the last virtue given 10
 then and that they had so many others that that one was crowded out" "No-o-o." he replied, laughing; "that is a slight mistake. Modesty was the first virtue given us and we have so many others that 1t is hidden by them.' 'I believe that I am glad to believe it. I am encouraged to relate to you a little story of creole that might interest you"
 "Go on." he said, smiling. Sl.e waited for the servants to step back from the table again.
 We'll she began. "a young widow I know who was very lonely and unhappy one day came to this hotel for a rest. When she had been here. where she knew no one. for about a week, she got too mu,h of it. She never danced in the veranda or played whist in the lobby. as the other people here do, and her sole d- , version consisted of long walks or drives in the beach road. Unless one is very happy. perhaps, that road is a very gloomy place.
 .n short" she began again. at the con- clusion of another table service interrup- tior, ''her life here was as disconnected as this recital of it must be. Every night when the train came in and still no one shc knew arrived. she went to bed and told herself she would leave in the morn- ing. It was--well, it was really awful Yes" he agreed. "I wish l had known her. he added, impersonally. She began to laugh behind her table
 napkin. He started. and glanced up. "Oh?" he said. Pushing his plate aside, he teamed forward on the table with fold ed hands.
 "Contnue," he said.
 Well" she resumed, Hast nght--I mean the last night-some one did arrive. She didn't know him. but as soon as she saw him she intended to. She liked him immediately. Listen, now, The anus ing part Is to come. After dinner she settled herself down out there in the lob by She was in very unenviable mood. For one thing. she had cold. and she was almost afraid to remain downstairs for fear of drafts; on the other hand. she wanted to remain, because she hoped to--to-iaaJSe an acquaniance. He was
 in inc lobby too. and after while it
 seemed to her that every time she looked