Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1907-01-07

analyze it-the crimson petticoat, the
embroidered chemise with its fold upon
fold of lace, showing through the silken
shoulder scarf; the necklace Of gold
beads and bracelets, studs, brooches
what not. The sight of Higgins stand
ing staring at this vision with open
mouth brought me to my senses.
Tam very happy to have been there,
madame" said, and started toward
the door.
"But you will not co." she protested.
"M'sieur Tremaine will be here in a
moment. He will desire to thank you"
The words were accompanied by a
smile there was no resisting. l falter-
ed, stopped.
Higgins was still staring from the
hall Mrs. Tremaine stepped forward
and calmly shut the door In his face.
In that instant quick shiver ran
through me- rs though l had been
suddenly imprisoned with wild beast
"a shiver that had In 1t something
fearfully delightful. And let me add
here that the emotion which Cecily-
for so came to know her-raised In
me was not in the least admiration In
the ordinary sense Of the term, but
rather an overpowering fascination,
such as one sometimes feels in watch
ing a magnificent tigress pacing back
and forth in her cage. Such, believe.
was the feeling she inspired In most
men, even in Tremaine himself.
She smiled at me again as she swept
past me to couch In one corner and
sank upon it.
"Sit, m'sieur," she said, and motion
ed me to chair close at hand. II was
very lonesome. I was weary Of talk
ing to my own body"
cannot reproduce the soft dialect
she spoke. Any effort to do 30 makes
1t appear grotesque, so shall not try.
At first it puzzled me occasionally. but
/ soon came to understand her per-
fectly.
$50 was IT, l said, smiling at the
quaint expression. II was growing
very sick Of my own body. Have you
been in New York longT
LESS than month, m'sieur; and I
do not like 1t. 1t is too cold, too gray"
"Ah, you have come in bad time"
l said, wondering at her almost child
ish expression Of misery. "Wait until
June. Then you will seev'
June! All, we shall not remain 80
long-I at least! 1 have promised to
stay one month longer, but more than
that-impossiblew
She reached out and took up clga-
rette from pile which lay on taboret
beside the couch.
"It was thus the curtains caught
she laughed, and, after a Whit or two,
flung the still blazing taper over her
shoulder. "Pouf! And they were all
in fame. A moment before l was
longing for excitement, any excite
ment whatever, but that sudden burst
Of fire frightened me. rushed out,
cried for help, and" she finished, with
charming little gesture, spoiled your
smoke. Try one Of these"
There was no resisting her. It was
like playing with fve. took a ciga-
rette and lighted it
"At Fond-Corre there was much to
do" she continued, with little sigh
Here there is nothing but to smoke,
smokey'
Fond Corre?" I queried.
"Just beyond st. Pierre" she e1p
planned, closing her eyes with delight
at the memory. There was our home.
can see 1t again In Its grove Of cocoa
trees running down to the gray sand,
with the waves tapping gently over 1t
Tambou! How sigh for it!' and she
stretched her arms above her head with
a gesture of infinite longing.
A key ratified In the lock, the door
opened and a man came In. It was
quite in keeping with the dream-the
enraged husband with naked scimiter.
Even here in New York it was hardly
the proper thing to be discovered thus.
though not till that instant had !
thought Of 1t.
"Ah, now" 1 said to myself. 'stilet-
toe and pistols! You're in ticklish
place, my friend"
But before l. could rise, Cecily had
sprung from the couch and thrown her
arms about his neck.
"Oh, comment on ye, doudouxY she
asked in voice lke-well, I have never
heard anything to compare with 1t.
Tout douce, che-et ou? he an
swered, and kissed her. Then he per
ceived me, seemingly for the first time.