The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1907-10-15
CHAPTER IL
Continued.

Madame Davilliers', who declared
bin worthy of being Frenchman
He was always careful to bestow his
whole attention on her when in her
presence, and did not shock her sense
of propriety by throwing away any
small politenesses on the young
! ladies.
His happiest moments, however
were those in which he found Elsie
| sitting at her work, or at the piano
with Madame Weber and her knit
ting established beside her. Then
they talked long and confidentially on
many topics, sometimes in French to
include the good Alsatian, but more
often in English; and Elsie would
practice her songs while he sat in a
deep low chair and dreamed, and
was tapped into state of feverish
uneasy delight. Every day the diff
Guilty of tearing himself away grew
greater, and still the quiet uncon-
seriousness of Elsie, the easy, friendly
tone which she preserved towards
him convinced him that whatever OF
pain might result from their inter-
course would be unshared by her.
Glynn was often Lambert's guest
and more than once entertained the
father and daughter at some one OF
the pleasant restaurants, in the bois,
or on the Champs Elysees.
Lambert, though speaking frankly
enough of himself, never explained
very distinctly what his employment
was; nor did he make any allusion to
the position or occupation of his for
mer friend and comrade, as he was
fond of calling Glynn.
Il have wonderful piece of news
for you, Mr.. Glynns" said Elsie one
fine warm afternoon, when he had
been ushered through the orange
scented vestibule, to the salon, where
she was sitting beside her workable,
with book Glynn had lent her in her
hands, and she motioned towards q
chair opposite her.
Indeed! what may it be? Good
morning, Madame Weber," bowling.
MAY ! try to divine it, Miss Lam
bert? Has Mr.. Lambert agreed to
lake you to the Pyrenees or to Eng
| land?" looking into her eyes. mo.
then he will go for month or two
10 Switzerland? No? Then your old
friend, Mrs. -, forget the name,
who used to take care of you,
| Is coming to Paris? No? Then ]
Am at the end of my conjectures.
| gou see always read mo- in your
eyes,
You could never guess! MY father
has gone away to Havre, quite early
| this morning, and will not return for
three or four days. He has never
| left me since we came to live here
| till now, and / cannot tell you how
| strange and restless and half fright
fned feel; but Madame Davilliers
| has kindly asked me to stay with her,
and / go there to dinner to-day.
| Should have gone sooner, but ]
thought you might call, so waited y
Her perfect, easy candor was
charming, yet notifying to his
amour propre
THANK you very much. am glad
to have an opportunity of hearing of
your intended movements from your
self; it would have been an awful
shock to have found every one gone;
but" looking keenly at her, what
have you been doing or suffering?
You are pale There is weary look
in your eyes,
And you are like my dear father,
too ready to think must be suffering
Or unhappy, or something dreadful
II look shade paler than usual.
am quite we'll" She smiled, stopped
abruptly, let her eyes droop, while
| the color rose softly in her cheek,
and her smile was replaced by seri-
Gus, almost sad expression in the
curves of her mouth.
You have something to tell me?
something that disturbs you. Speak,
you may trust me-
Il am sure can. Well, / was fool
lshly frightened yesterday. We
Madame Weber and I, had gone to
hear the band play in the Tuileries
Gardens. 1t was very pleasant under
the trees, and we sat a long time
Just as we rose to return home, two
gentlemen came up from side walk
one I recognized at little distance tc
be Mr.. Vincent; the other, when they
came nearer, l saw was the same mar
whom | noticed at Auteuil; you know
who | mean? He looked at me sc
strangely, / felt uneasy. frightened
Pnd | hurried Madame Weber away
They must have taken some shorter
bath, for when we reached the gate
| opposite the Rue de la Paix they
tame upon us again. Mr.. Vincent
faised his hat, and so did the other
Ind stared at me with such an odd
piercing look of dislike and doubt
| oh, / cannot forget it.
Yes, said Madame Weber, gath
Bring from Elsie's expression, anc
| ihe words, "Tuileries Gardens, " thai
she was relating the events of yester
! lay, that gentleman there was mo-
at all polite; he glared at mademoi
sale, Mon Dieu! like a savage beast;
nevertheless he was distinguished
and no doubt noble. =
Il think you must be mistaken
said Glynn; "the man whom you saw
ut the races left Paris nearly three
weeks ago I should most probably
/ have seen him had he returned. Yol
| must have been mistaken"
| Elsie shook her head. .'I could
never be mistaken in that man." she