Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-11-08
CHAPTER XXX.
Canbo.

she went upstairs.
CHAPTER XXX.
Cambo.
A few days after the expedition t.
LAS Veraldes'' brought Mrs. Tudor
visit to Spain to a close. In spite Of TIT
joint entreaties Of Capt Tudor and Done
Luisa. nothing would induce this obsti
nate woman to penetrate farther south
she declared that the heat would kill her
She had already seen both Seville ant
Gibraltar.
And Miss Forde. who had travelled 81
little" protested Capt. Tudor, what al
opportunity she will miss"'
II am not SO certain of that" said hi,
aunt. decisively. Later, on another oc
casion. she may return to Spain; at pres
ent, it is my wish that she should &C
company me to Biarritz.'
Capt. Tudor then privately fell back OF
his ally-but was she his ally? He be
gan to have his miseivings when. aftel
painting Gibraltar and its fascination.
in the most seductive colors in his power
he seemed to fail in raising her enthusi
asm to an active pitch. and she merel,
y
kind of him, but that she must do what
ever Mrs. Tudor wished; and perhaps Il
was getting little too warm to venture
farther SOUTH
why. the middle Of April is the bes
time of ALL" he declared.
To this Miss Forde made no reply, and
he realized that 1t IL one thing to praise
a place and recommend its delights. an.
other to prevail on q young lady who
R0Onathfn0 In IN Hyje1ft
Biarritz by telegram; but when she and
omnibus a sore disappointment wal
awaiting them. The proprietor. with pro.
found bows. regrets and apologies, in
formed madame that 1.-The rooms she gen.
orally occupied were engaged and would
not; be vacant for a fortnight
Mrs. Tudor had not retained her apart
ments, and yet had never for q moment
dreamt OF this complication.
There her is not one room in the hotel
had but known three days ago!' said
the proprietor; ''but see." indicating q
pile Of letters. "all OF these arc asking for
rooms and we have to say no."
Then there is nothing for it but Cam
in the hall. I'VE will drive out there
after dejeuner and put in the fortnight In
the country. Cambo," turning to Hester
lis delightful at this time OF year, and
will be SO quiet and restful after our
1 rsttling about in Spain. What do you
Hester remained silent. but her slances
expressed demur and resistance. At last
she said:
Why not go to the Hotel Mazarin!
I'm sure they could take US in there"
Take us in, no doubt; but the only
hotel ever patronized In Biarritz is the
Bellevue. We will telephone for rooms
and start for Cambo at 2 o'clock. Yes
added the wise old woman, II know you
are thinking OF visitors; but they car
nice motor run-only about thirty kilo-
meters from here; most delicious spot
on the river Nive, at the base Of the
Pyrenees. The mountain air will do you
good. the song of the river will lull me
to sleep; the walks around are romantic
the scenery exquisite; quiet little green
nook will be a change after the glare and
glamour of SPAIN"
And so the matter was settled. rooms
were available. and after dejeuner it was
arranged that the ladies and their maids
should fit to CambO.
Meanwhile. they encountered various
hotel friends, who welcomed their return
and these included Mrs MacJames who
was exceedingly interested in their re-
appearance in the drawing room.
Well she said rustling over and
seating herself in an armchair facing the
travellers. so here you are again! Pray
what have you been doing with your
selves in SPAIN"
Sightseeing" briefly rejoined Mrs
Tudor.
"Oh. was that ALL"
IAN. my dear lady: how much more
would you have? Pray, what has been
going on here? What fs the new sensa-
ton? How has Biarritz been conducting
itself?"
THE newest sensation is the return OF
Paul de Sarazin.' said Mrs. MacJames
who appeared a week ago. apparently
in his usual spirits: he is flirting abomin-
ably with fascinating Austrian widow.
just as If nothing had happened
What did happen?"
"Oh. my dearest Mrs. Tudor" cried
Mrs. MacJames, drawing herself up and
assuming her most pontifical air. sure
~. and she glanced at Hester, Il need
not go over all that story again?"
mo. for the most of it. the sensational
part, was fiction-there was no Paris and
no lady" and she looked up at her with
grim smile. I'VE happened to meet
Paul de Sarazn in Spain"
I'm Spain?' repeated Mrs. MacJames.
blankly staring at her informant. and
suddenly filled with a tormenting curios-
ity as to how. when and why.
Was it possible that this intriguing old
Tudor woman had laid a network OF
plans ana WOulQ ultimately crown neT-
self with fame and triumph by marrying
the red-haired girl to the heir OF the
Duuue de San Telmo?
We'll. l am glad he Is reinstated In
your good graces; but ne did not remain
with you long" she added, with vindic-
tive emphasis. looking straight at Hes
ter. who Redeemed under her glance. Now
he is devoting himself to this Austrian
countess-they say an old friend and q
magnificent horsewomap.'
Dear me, Is he?" calculated Mrs.
Tudor Really. Mrs MaoJames, I do
not know what you would do without
this Door. unfortunate Paul dc Sara1in
and his affairs-they seem to furnish you
with endless occupation. You do not like
him. but you are always 40 fat In his do
ings and his plans and Intentions"
lone Of his Intentions, ct any rate. ID
public property. IN spite OF his money.
hunting father. The marquis win never
marry: this I know tor tact. With al
his gay ways there 10 "A air Of quiet
melancholy In his face; he II most hops
lessly attached to his cousin"