The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-05-31
a MAKER OF HISTORY

sieur Albert's back was turned, she
leaned forward and addressed her rap
idly.
A man win come here" she said,
who cOulG tell you. if he was willing,
all that you seek TO know. He will
come tonight-he comes all the nights
You will see / hold my handkerchief so
in my right hand When he comes
shall drop it-sor'
The girls swift speech, her half-fear-
full glances toward the door, puzzled
Phyllis.
Can you not come nearer to me and
talk?'' she asked.
mo, You must not speak to me
again. You must not let anyone. es-
pecially the man himself. know what
have told you. No more now. Watch
for the handkerchief
But what shall / say to him?"
The girl took no notice of her She
was looking in the opposite direction.
She seemed TO have edged away as far
as possible from her. Phyllis drew a
long breath.
She felt her heart beating with eX-
element. The place suddenly seemed
TO her like part of a nightmare
And then all was clear again. For
tune was on her side. The SECRET of
l.
and a few careless words from the girl
at the next table had told her more
than an entire police system had been
able to discover. But why the mys-
terry? What was she TO say to the man
when he came? The girl from Vienna
was talking to some friends and toying
carelessly with a little morsel of lace
which she had drawn from her bosom.
Phyllis watched it with the eyes of a
cat. Every now and then she watched
also the door.
The place was much fuller now.
Mademoiselle FlOssie had arrived with
a small company of friends from Max
inns. The music was playing all the
time. The popping of corks was almost
incessant, the volume of sound had
swelled. The laughter and greeting of
friends betrayed more abandon than
earlier in the evening. Old acquaint-
ances had been renewed, and new ones
made. MademOiselle from Vienna was
surrounded by a little circle of admir-
ers. Still she held in her right hand a
crumpled up little ball of lace.
Men passing down the room tried to
attract the attention of the beautiful
young English demOiselle who looked
out upon the little scene so indifferently
as regarded individuals, and yet with
SuCn eager interest as d NnOl6. NO one
was bold enough, however, to make a
second effort. Necessity at times gives
birth to a swift capacity. Fresh from
her simple country life. Phyllis found
herself still able with effortless serenity
10 cOnfOund the most hardened boule-
varders who paused to Ogle her. Her
eyes and lips expressed with ease the
most convincing and absolute indiffer-
ence TO their approaches. A man may
sometimes brave anger; he rarely has
courage to combat Indifference. So
Phyllis held her own and waited
And at last the handkerchief fell.
Phyllis felt her own heart almost stop
beating, as she gazed down the room.
A man of medium height, dark. distin-
guished, was slowly approaching her,
exchanging greetings on every side. His
languid eyes fell upon Phyllis. Those
who had watched her previously saw
then a change. The cold indifference
had vanished from her face. She
leaned forward as though anxious to
attract his attention. She succeeded
easily enough.
He was almost opposite her table,
and her half smile seemed to leave him
but little choice. He touched the back
of the chair which fronted hers, and
took off his hat
''Mademoiselle .permits?" he asked
softly.
But certainly" she answered. 1T is
you for whom I have been waiting"
"Mademoiselle flatters mer' he muir
INJURED, more than a little astonished .
Not in the least" she answered. Il
have been waiting to ask you what has
become of my brOther-Guy POyntonr'
He drew out the chair and seated
himself. His eyes never left her face
"MademOiselle,' he murmured, this
is most extraordinary
She noticed then that his hands were
trembling.