The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-04-04
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He was always obliged to her when
she interested herself in matters of de-
tail, as h had done on the occasion
Of the dismissal of the inefficient de-
in chief. but though Lady Muriel
out that she had been solely in
in unearthing and bringing
NJ Paul Brumeau over even from the
Sevres mandatory itself, yet she knew
quite well that Mr.. Schippheim would
not have engaged him on her word had
he not learnt from one of his cores
pondents that Brumeau, though hold
ing but a subordinate position at
Sevres, was yet a good artist and capa-
BILE of doing ever great work.
Lady Muriel was quite aware in her
W heart of what a disparaging view
Mr.. Shippheim took of all ONE her
self included, and we might almost say.
she hated him for the knowledge.
though she managed to conceal her
hate so discreetly that with most peo-
pie the feeling she entertained for him
would most certainly be called very
strong liking. II she did not like him,
they would lave asked, Their why was
she always looking HIM up interesting
herself about his clothes, his mode
of life, the way he o~ver-fatigued him
self at the works, etc, etc.
They could not be expected to see
all at once through the thick mist in
which Lady Muriel enveloped her ac-
tions. and to discover that the ruling
passion of her life was a love of power
To govern calmly, gracefully, softly
from the corner of her satin-coYered
sofa, but still to govern, NO matter who
or what, whatever came in her way
her husband, of course, though he die
not guess it, and for this she deserve.
kudos for her cleverness and tact.
One individual, however, read he
through and through as though sh,
We're a book, and hat individual wal
Max Schippheim himself. He had beef
perusing faces and contemplating char
acters all his life; it would have beer
strange had he failed in studying Lady
Muriel.
"She would TAXI the whole of Arun-
dale into her individual charge AND
lock me up in my WI office asra cipher
if l gave her her head" he would OBJ
serve occasionally to himself; and then
%chuckling, he would add: "And a jolly
mess she would make of it. No, my
little lady, you must, have you vanity
kept just gently tickled, and be re-
tanned as merely the pretty playthina
which you ought to be-"
And on this he acted, to the constant
irritation of her ladyship, who never
could discover, plausible though he in
variably was in his manner to her,
that she got any nearer to filling the
post she so much desired at the right
hand of her senior partner. He was
always moving without her, showing
her that he had astrong right hand
of his own. and that though he accepted
her pretty advances with much SEEM
ing satisfaction and appreciation, yet
that she intended to use it.
1t was the old story Of woman's wit
against mans strength, and, for the
present at all events, every day that
broke on Arundale showed that the
man IA getting by far the best of the
struggle. Perhaps she had not set her
full mental energies to work, or per-
haps she was no match for him-time
alone would prove which cf the twain
was the greater.
For the moment Lady Muriel was
delighted that she had so. far gained
her point as TO have brought Paul Bru-
meau to Afundale, for had she not
thus secured for herself a powerful CO.
adjutor?-at least she hoped so. Twenty
times she had read the postscript of d
letter she had received from a cousin
in Paris about this new addition to. the
Arundale life,
HE is a man of refinement, who has
known better days, trimming over with
talent, but, alas. for his worldly
knowledge, he is rather a facile tool in
the hands of a crafty woman, hence
the reason he is so anxious to leave
France at this moment"
She has not shown this postscript
either 10 Mr.. Schippheim or her hus-
band; beyond, therefore, that he is a
good artist. and a clever designer, the
senior partner knows nothing of the
man he is about to receive as he sits
running his eye over a pile of cores
pondence in his office that Monday
morning. After a while the foreman
enters the room and tells him that M.
Brumeau is in attendance.
ASK him to come in, Andrews
Another second and the Frenchman
stands inside the door and makes a
profound bow As he raises his head
the two men look at each other keenly
for a second or so, as though seeking
to read each other, inc Mr.. Schippheim
begs his new employee to be seated.
Paul Brumeau is a little man of
about three and thirty so little and so
~odd-looking in dress and appearance
that Mr.. Schippheim is half afraid as
he looks at him that he will be q
sort of butt at the works. and not able
to maintain II of the respect which it
is 50 necessary that the chief designer
should inspire.
He has a bird-like face. with the
tiniest of mustaches, and a long thin
head-a striking contrast of Max
S~chippheim's large broad one; his fin
gers, too, are rather like claws. and he
keeps his not over-clean nails very
pointed, as though to accentuate the
resemblance. His somewhat shrunken
legs are cased in trousers of the largest
patterned dark plaid, and he also wears
a cutaway coat of the same material
and a red cfavat round his neck. Need
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