The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-11-01
g Spanish Necklace
BY BERTHA M cRoKER

Azz ~ ~ &z v al1n zzlaMIR RMlH@ns piece. Under cover of that plaIntixe melody Chant des voyageurs," he presently murmured--
 'Mademeiselle. Is the error of one hour to be the sorrow of liver" 
 During the succeeding interval Mrs. Tudor noticed the couple talking to- gether with ease and animation. Paul had exercised all his charm Of voice and eye and gesture. Undoubtedly his fascination was wonderful!-slIe had experienced 1t herself
 And he was so darling. tool Here wal the girl whom he had almost tilted, and publicly sighted, accepting the loan of his glasses with radiant smile and listening to what he was saving with an air of charmed at
 When may see you again?r he in- quirsd. as the last act drew to a close Tomorrow? Tomorrow will be Sunday. and 1t is such dull day In London for a foreigner, you know. May come to teaT'
 Hester, In a state of highly wrought tmpressionability, reflected for a mos ment- Mrs. Tudor's anger crossed her to brave her, and replied
 "Oh, you can come if you please. I dare say we shall be in--some time sn the afternoon"
 It was not q particularly gracious invitation, but Paul was sensible that he had made an immense stride in the direction of the heirloom. When the ladies rose to depart he helped them with their wraps escorted them up- stairs called their carriage and hand cd them into it. As they drove off. an old dowager, to whom Mrs. Tudor had offered seat, exclaimed
 Dear me. Laura, who is your hand some cavalier? Why, he Is like a pie turer' He is spaniard,'' she replied "the Marquis de Sarazin, who has come over to London on business."
 @Iie does not give mo the idea of a business man"
 Nor is he--he is one of the best dancers and horsemen in Spain"
 And I dare say bit of a lady killer too. eh, Miss Forde?'' and she gave Hester little playful poke with
 "Yes. I dare say" she answered me- chanieally.
 T don't intend to see much of hi,n.' declared Mrs. Tudor, win an air of de- termination. He is a dangerous fiirt I will not be responsible for introduc- ing him to girls"
 T have asked him to tea tomoP- row. announced q faint voice.
 What not really. Hesterl If the truth were known. feel confident that he invited himself"
 Well 1t was little like 1t, I must confess,"s she answered, with a laugh of relief. .i.
 The afternoon call went off harm .onieusly. Paul de Sazarin was made welcome by Mrs. Tudor's refined and a<<.aa ts As gibes or hard knocks, but sauntsred round the drawing room with his hostess, criticising her pictures. with considerable intelligence bantering her about Spanish curios, and compliment ing her on her bargains. He admired her large Persian cat, ipgratiated the creature. and altogether made himself agreeabiy at home. Before he took his .departure. he said in casual way
 aon Tuesday I have a few friends dining with me at the Carlton--some of the Legation, the Sevanos," and, looking at Mrs. Tudor. "old Prince Zorlki. a flame of yours. dear lady. Win you and Miss Fprde honor me?- and afterward I will take you to the opera to hear Calve In Carmen. I have q box
 Mrs. Tudor was beginning an elab- orate excuse, but with a protesting gesture he silenced her.
 Dear madam, have dined with you in France, you have dined with me in Spain; no. surely you will not refuse me the favor in your own country. Think of 1t again--you know you like the Spanish--you will say Yes'-the Feast will be as fast without you and Miss Forde."
 "Go away said the old lady play fully. T am sure you want to get something out of me-" (No-not from herb
 'You will say .Yes'3" he urged. his fine eyes eloquent and persuasive. his hand on hers.
 "oh. very well. then--I suppose must" Ia
 "A million thanks; at eight o'clock
 And lifting Mrs. Tudor's finger to his lips. and with bow to Hester, he. went away.
 As soon as Paul de sarazin had gain ed the street he said to himself
 "It will be a smart anair--they will understand that--and perhaps she may be tempted to wear the necklace"
 CHATTER xLIII.
 The Wearer of the Necklace.
 On Tuesday, at eight o'clock. the Marquis de Sarazin awaited his guests in the already thronged hall of the Carlton Hotel. And here they came at last as an electric brougham glided to the door. After a momentary greeting, the ladies swept into the dressing room, in order to dispose Of their wraps; meanwhile. Paul re- mained hard by, for once in his life a prey to the most anxious suspense. Would she wear 1t. or not? A passing nodded to him. and notic- ed with surprise that de Sarazin looked strangely grave and pre- occupied