The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-10-13
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 True. he was a Grandee of Spain. and would one day be "El ~Duque' hut what of that? Freddy Tudor. with . tons nedie.ree of his own, cherished a secret contempt for foreign nobili- lies. Hester Forde was charming ana sweet et-tempered--nothing like oelns III tha house with a girl for seeing her as she Is. especially at breakfast. Sne would not set the Thames or anVthlhs else on fire, but he believed he was almost in love with her, and she would have made a most aoIniF aOie "A0 valuable wife!
 AS the little officer pulled at his Havana he glanced over at Paul de Sarazin with look of scarcely VelAeo hostility-is not antagonism 10 rival a universal law? Miss Forae looked brilliant tonight; she had re- moved her hat. and her shining hair crowned shining eyes; her colour was dazzlIng--a tinge of shell-pink on her dawIess skin. People cast not a flew curious glances at the handsome Eng fish girl to whom Fl Marques was talking so continuously. Dios! what a couple .,
 And Paul himself, began to expert ence something more stimulating than mere complacency with a fate which offered him the chance of wedding woman with the particular shade Of hair he admired, as well as many mil Hons of pesetas. Tonight, tnls colo and northern maid looked beautiful; yes. she was really and truly the lady oS his heart! Possibly little prick of uncertainty, her friendly intimacy with the English soldier had awaken ed his jealousy, and disturbed hlS con- fdence. Miss Forde had seemed too much at ease with the fellow on the bridge: he was her countryman; he
 H,,aa nanhAW Di0St she had arranged 1t all; what a crafty, false old person! Neverthless, he swore to himself, la Rubia should be his; tonight she was enchanting, so happy, so radiant. and so sympathetic to Spain
 house." he was saying, "in the Casa MorilIa. Now you must visit coun- try villa. My cousin, the Condesa de Trubia. has charged me with mes sages: we hope you will come out to Las Veraldes tomorrow afternoon and dine; 1t is but an hours drive, and there Is a moon."
 the girl, flushing a little; "but you must ask Dona Luisa."
 we will take no refusal is 1t not so?" turning to his cousin. who. in broken but intelligible English de- ciarej that his wife would be sad to
 
 dor. had been in Cordova, and she had not heard the news. She will say, she will never forgive her if she does not come tomorrow. and bring the Senorita. too, now that Paul Is with us-his last day"
 The entertainment had ended. and the spectators were scattering when Hester learned the meaning of the mysterious handkerchiefs. The owners assembled by the doorway, and to each was restored her loan along with, a tribute in the shape of money.
 The Casa Morella was not far from the Cafe, and as it was a clear moon light night. the party returned there on foot. Paul and his cousin escort ed the ladies home. in order to secure Mrs Tubor's acceptance of the next days program.
 As she stumbled down the cane over the rough stones. in her best evening shoes. Hester was accompan- fed by Captain Tudor. Not in vain oeuvres.
 "Beastly slow, wasn't it," he grum- bled. T wonder you were not poison ed with the smoke"
 T believe I'm getting used to it." she she to t @ysef Peopie sa% tbat is most soothing and deligh tful." "Oh l hate to see a girl with a cigarette in her mouth" said her es- cort and English woman's nerves don't want soothing, eh?"
 And what about the men?" she asked, with a quick glance. "Oh, I'm not a heavy smoker. but to- | night 1t was in self-defense. You could have cut the atmosphere with a knife; and as to the bowling of that | hoy 1t was like a dog paying at the moon! l don't think, myself, that it was quite a place for ladies--a regu- | lar cafe chantant"