The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-05-01

had passed out of his reach, for some
how NJ. Brumeau had heard nothing OF
Joe's visit to Arundale; SO he thought
he would have his revenge on Patty.
He would force her to love him; he
would tell her she should be reinstated
at Arundale, not as a mere golf bur
nisher but as q veritable artist, if she
would consent to accept his love. He
would devote his life to teaching her
his own art. and with such a sense of
beauty of form as she possessed, 1t
would be strange if she could not pro-
duce some exquisite specimens of arsis-
tic excellence. Later he would fake
her back with him to his own France,
where his English lily should blossom
with peerless sweetness among the
more gorgeous flowers of his own land.
With such a TRADE as this, uttered III
the ~strangest English n the widest
glances issuing from his fiery eyes,
Paul Brumeau made a descent on Patty
as she stood dreaming of the future,
which at that moment seemed we'll
nigh as sunlit to her mental vision as
the landscape on which her gaze rested.
She awoke With a start when NJ.
Brumeau's words first reached her, and
a feeling of heat came over her as
though a s%corching furnace had sud
denly been lighted at her side.
When she did speak, her first SEN
tence was a thorough bathos as COM
pared with his rush of fierce, romantic
passion.
What a blessed j~argon," she said,
w~hatever's it all about.
about you, my beautiful pet; you
will wild me- to my France go, where
they will you worship as a Sainte Ma
donna of beauty as you are"
Lori" cried Patty, bursting out
laughing; ARE you taken mac all of a
sudden, Mounseer?"
But Patty's frisky, almost playful
vein only served to make Paul Brumeau
more keen. He whirled his little body
rapidly round and caught her in his
arms before she had time to get out of
his way a second time. Fooled, she
grew really angry, and with her left
hand, for he seized her right, she caught
him such d blow on the side of the head
that for a moment he was Well-nish
stunned.
Just you learn to keep you hands to
yourself, and don't let 'em interfere
with me- said Patty, speaking very
roughly and b%rusqualy in her indigna-
ton.
you are vixen-devili" calculated
Rrumeau so furious that it was with
difficulty he could manage to pronounce
any words at all.
But you will-you shall-you shall
be my beautiful flower"
Stuck in your button-hole when you
go holiday-making, ! suppose. Look
you here, Mounseer Brumeau, let's have
no more of YOU p~hilandering or it will
be worse for you. You've gotten me
into more trouble than / care about as
it is, and if you don't just keep your
self to yourself and leave off a-foller-
ing me up you'll find out when it is too
late tina an English work girl can
make two of a dirty little furrineer like
you"
But Mr.. Schippheim is tout puissant;
he will turn you from Arundale If | tell
him what a bad, cruel, lying girl you
are"
viii he? we shall see, and as here
he is, state your case at once"
1t was true, a few PAGES behind Paul
Brumeau stood Max. who had just come
but of the works by a little side door.
The designer turned round and faced
him, dismay written on his counte-
nance What had the great ~Schippheim
seen OF heard of the scene, which was
by no means to M. Brumeau's credits?
He did not say how much he knew; he
only expressed a wish in somewhat
spurious German French, which of
course Patty did not understand. that
M. Brumeau would seek another APP
pointment as designer since the Arun-
dale works were no longer in need of
his services. The little Frenchman
seemed petrihed and did not attempt
to reply, but Patty began to tell the
master what had happened.
He would have no parley, however,
on the subject.
"T have seen and heard it all. Run
home to Daleford, child, and do not
come into Arundale again until l give
you leaye-then let Mr.. Paul Brumesp
and every one else take care how tney
interfere with my intended wife"
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