The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-05-24
CHAPTER IL.
AT THE CAFE MONTMARTRE

CHAPTER II.
AT THE CAFE MONTMARTRE.
Exactly a week later. at five min
utes after midnight. Guy PoyntOn. in
evening dress, entered the Cafe Mont
martre. i'm Paris. He made his way
through the heterogeneous little crowd
of men and women who were drinking
at the bar past the scarlet-coated or
chestra, into the inner room, where
the tables were laid for supper Mon
sieur Albert. satisfied with the appear
ance of his new client, led him at once
TO a small table, submitted the wine
card. and summoned a waiter With
some difficulty, as his French was very
little better than his German, he or
dered supper. and then lighting a Gig
arctic, leaned back against the wall
and looked around to see if he could
discover any English or Americans
The room was only moderately full
for the hour was a little early for this
quarter of Paris. Nevertheless, he was
quick to appreciate a certain spirit of
Bohemianism which pleased him. Ev-
cry one talked to his neighbor. An
American from the further end of the
room raised his glass and drank his
health A pretty fair-haired girl lean
ed over from her table and smiled at
him.
Monsieur like talk with me. eh?'
"English?" he asked.
mo. De Wien!"
He shook his head smilingly.
I'VE shouldn't get on" he declared.
Cant speak the language"
She raised her eyebrows with a pro-
testing gesture. but he looked away
and opened an Illustrated paper by his
side. He turned over the pages idly
enough at first but suddenly paused.
He whistled softly to himself ana
stared at the two photogra phs which
filled the sheet.
by Jove!" he said softly to him
self.
There was the rustling of skirts close
to his table. An Enthusiastically English
voice addressed him.
rs it anything very interesting? Do
show me-"
He looked up. Mademoisene FIossie.
pleased with his appearance, had
paused on her way down the ROOM
Come and sit down, and I'll show
il you" he said, rising. You're Eng
fish, aren't you?"
-Mademoiselle Flossie waved a tenn
porary adieu to her friends and ac-
cepted the invitation. He poured her
out a glass of wine.
Stay and have supper with me, -
he begged. Il must be off soon. but
I'm tired Of being alone. This is my
last night. thank goodness"
''All right" she answered gayly. g.
must go back TO my friends directly
afterwards"
Order what you like" ne begged
Il can't make these chaps understand
me-"
Cba Ia,,obod ard colIaa H. ,.-o;...
And now show me what you were
looking at in that paper" she in
sisted.
He pointed to the two photographs
Il saw those two together only o
week ago" he said. Want to hear
about it?"
She looked startled for a moment, and
a little incredulous.
Yes, go orr she said.
He told her the story. She listened
with an interest that surprised him.
Once or twice when he looked up he
fancied that the lady from Vienna was
also doing her best TO listen. When he
had finished their supper had arrived.
Il think" she said, as she helped
herself TO hOrs d'OeuVTe, that you
were very fortunate to get away"
He laughed carelessly.
THE joke Of il is he said. I've been
followed all the way here. One fellow,
who pretended he got i'm at Strasburg,
was trying TO talk to me all the time,
but / saw him sneak in at Vienna, and
wasn't having any. l say, do you
come here every evening""
Every often" she answered. II dance
at the COmique. and then we generally
go to Maxims TO supper, and up here
afterward. IN introduce you 10 my
friends afterward, if you like. and Wen
all sit together. If you're very good I'll
dance to you"
Delighted" he answered, If they
speak English. I'm sick of trying to
make people understand my rotten
French"
She nodded.
They speak English all right. l
wish that horrid Viennese girl wOuldn' t
try to listen TO every word we say
He smiled.
'She wanted me to sit at her table, q"
he remarked
Mademoiselle Fiossie looked at him
warningly, and dropped her voice.
Better be CAREFUL she whispered.
They say she's a spy"
ION my track very likely" he de-
clared with a grin
She threw herself back in her seat
and laughed.
Connected! Why should anyone want
to be on your track? Come and see me
dance at the Comique tomorrow night"
Cant" he declared. My sisters
coming over from England.
Stupid"
'Oh. I'll come one night" he declared
Order some coffee, won't you-and
what liquors."
I'm go fetch my friends" she de-
clared. rising. Wen all have coffee
together
who are they?" he asked.
She pointed to a little group down the
rOom-two men and a woman. The
men were French, one naiddl=-sged and