The Paducah evening sun. [volume] (Paducah, Ky.) 1906-1929, 1908-08-19
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talk, as she put It. after the first rush
OF their entrance was over. and as he
waited In the drawing room for an op.
portunity OF speaking to her he chatted
with Framed. an attache OF the Aus
TRAN embassy. TO whom Sanderson had
introduced him. Franzel was gloomy
young man with a monocle, and he
was waiting for a particular girl. who
happened TO be the daughter Of the
Spanish ambassador. And. this being
his object, he had chosen his position
with care, near the door of the draw
Ing room, and Armitage shared for the
moment the advantage that lay In the
Austrlan's point of view. Armitage
had half expected that the Claibornes
would be present at a function as COM
prehensive Of the higher official world
as this, and he intended asking Mrs.
Sanderson II she knew them as soon
as opportunity offered. The Austrian
attache proved tiresome, and Armitage
was about 10 drop him, when suddenly
he caught sight of Shirley Claiborne
at the far end OF the broad hall. Her
head was turned partly toward him.
He saw her for an instant through the
throng. Then his eyes fell upon
Chauvenet at her side, talking with
liveliest animation. He was not more
than her own height. and his profile
presented the clean. sharp effect OF n
cameo. The vivid outline OF his dark
face held Armitage's eyes Then as
Shirley passed on through an opening
In the crowd her escort turned. hold
Ing the way open for her and Arml.
tage met the mans gaze.
1t was with an accented gravity that
Armltage nodded his head TO some dec
laration OF the melancholy attache at
this moment He had known when be
left Geneva that he had not done with
Jules Chauvenet. but the mans prompt
appearance surprised Armitage. He
ran over the names OF the steamers by
which Chauvenet might easily have
sailed from either German or a
French port and reached Washington
quite as soon as himself Chauvenet
was In Washington. at any rate. and
not only there. but socially accepted
and in the good graces Of Shirley olai-
borne
The somber attache was speaking OF
the japanese.
They must be crushed-crushed."
said Franzel. The two had been con
versing In French.
"Yes, he must be crushed" returned
Arnitage alsentmindedly I'm English;
then, bering himself. he repeat
ed the affirmation In French. changing
the pronOun.
Mrs. Sanderson was now free. She
was a pretty. yivacious woman. much
younger than her stalwart husband-a
college graduate whom he had found
teaching school near one OF his silver
mines.
welcome once more. constituent.
We're proud TO see you. I can tell you.
Our host owns some. marvellous tapes
tries. and they're hung out tonight for
the world 10 see" She guided Armi-
tage toward the secretary's gallery on
an upper floor. Their host was alII,ost
as famous as connolsseur as for his
achievements In diplomacy. and the
gallery was large apartment In which
every article OF furniture. as well as
the paintings. tapestries and spcci-
mems of pottery. was the careful choice
Of thoroughly cultivated taste.
1T isn't merely an art gallery. Its
the most beautiful room In America.
murmured Mrs. Sandcrson.
Il can well believe H.. There's my
rayorite Nibe-t--l wondcred what had
become OF IT,"
at isn't surprising that the secretary
il making great reputation by his
dealings with foreigl powers. It's a
poor ambassador vino could not be per
suaded after an hour In this splendid
room The ordinary affairs Of life
should not be mentioned here. A
kiug's coronation would not be out Of
place-ln fact. there's chair In the
corner against that Gobelin that would
serve the situation. The old gentle
man by that cabinet Is the Baron Won
Marhof, the ambassador from Austria
Hungary. He's a brother-ln-law Of
Count Won Stroebel. who was murdered
80 horribly Ia a railway carriage few
weeks ago"
"Ah, 10 be sure. | haven't seen the
baron In years. lie has changed III.
tie"
Then you knew HMM the old
country
Yes; | used to see him-when
was a boy" remarked Armitage.
Mrs. Sandarson glanced at Armltage
sharply. She had dined at his ranch
house in Montana and knew that he
lived like gentleman: that his house
It's appointments aud service were un
usual for western ranchman. Aud
she recalled, too. that she and her hus
band had often speculated as TO Arni
tage's antecedents and history without
arriving at any concluslon>in regard 10
him.
The room had slowly filed. and they
strolled about. dividing attention be-
tween distinguished personages and
the not less celebrated works of art.
"Oh. by the way. Mr.. Armitage,
there's the girl have chosen for you
to marry. | suppose 1t would be just
as well for you TO meet her now.
though that dark little foreigner seems