The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-08-09
A Maker of History.

| had started all the undercurrents of
political intrigue, and who for the JUS
| LITIGATION of French journalism should
at that moment have been slowly dying
at the morgue.
| And with him the beautiful young
English lady who had come in search
of him, and who. as she had left the
place in the small hours of the morn
ing with Monsieur Louis, should Ger
tainly not now have reappeared as
/ charming and as brilliant as ever, her
eyes soft with happiness, and her laugh
making music more wonderful than the.
violins of his little orchestra.
| And following her the broad-shoul-
dered young Englishman, Sir George
| Duncombe. who had once entertained a
very dangerous little party in his pri-
vate room upstairs, and against whom
the dictum had gone forth.
And following him the Englishman
with the heavy glasses. whom Taffaire
Poynton had also brought before to his
cafe. and with whom Mademoselle
from Austria had talked long and ear
nestly.
And lastlv Monsieur Spencer. the
English journalist. also with a black
cross after his name, but neemngly al
| together unconscious of it.
| Monsieur Albert was not altogether
at his best. Such a mixture of sheep
and goats confused him. 1t was the
vicomte who. together with the head
waiter, arranged a redistribution of
tables so that the whole party could
sit together. 1t was the vicomte who
constituted himself host. He sum-
moned Monsieur Albert to him.
| Albert" he said, with a little wave
of the hand. these ladies and gentle
men are my friends. To quote the words
of my charming young companion here,
Monsieur Guy Poynton. whom you may
possibly emember'-Monsieur Albert
| bowed-"we are on the bust I do not
know the precise significance of the
phrase any more than I suppose you
do. but it means among other things
Il desire for the best you have to eat
and to drink. Bring Pomeroy '92, AL
bert, and send word to your chef that
we desire to eat without being hun
gry,''
Monsieur Albert hurried away, glad
of the opportunity to escape. Guy
leaned back in his chair and looked
around with interest.
Same old place" he remarked, land
by Jove. there's the young lady from
Austria"
The young lady from Austria paid
her bill and departed somewhat hastily.
The vicOmte smiled.
Il think we shall brighten a few of
them away tonight he remarked.
The winei Good, We shall need mag
NUNS to drown our regrets. if. indeed
Jour English friends desert us tOmOr-
row. Monsieur Guy Poynton, uncon-
scious maker of history and savior of
your country, l congratulate you upon
your whole skin, and | drink your
health"
Guy drank, and. laughing, refilled his
glass.
And to you. the best of amateur con-
spiratOrs and most charming of hosts. "
he said. "Come soon to England and
bring your automobile, and we will con-
spre against you with-a. policeman and
a stOpwatch."
The vicomte sighed and glanced to-
ward Phyllis.
In happier circumstances" he muir
INJURED, and then catching the mar
quise's eye. he was silent.
The band played English music. and
the chef sent them up wonderful
omelette. Mademoiselle Ermine. from
the Folies Bergeres, danced in the
small space between the tables. and
the vicomte. buying a cluster of pink
roses from the flower girl. sent them
across to her with diamond pin in
the ribbon. The marquise rebuked MIN
! man StIlDuSlgs Dul ft oIlN lduSDtu-
Tonight" he said. "is the end of a
great adventure. We amateurs nave
justified our existence Tonight | give
away all that / choose. All, Angeier'
he murmured. i'm her dainty little car,
IF ] had but a heart to give,'
She flashed a quick smile into his
face. but her forehead was wrinkled.
You have lost it to the young Eng
lish miss. She is beautiful, but 81
coldr'
do you think so?" he Whispered.
Look
, Phyllis was seated next Duncomba
and he. too. was whispering something
in her ear The look with which she
> answered him. told all that there was
to know. The marquise, who had m
tercepted 1t. shrugged her shoulders.
TT is not worth while. my friend
that you break your heart" she lnur-
INJURED. for that one can see is an af-
fair arranged"
He nodded.
After ALL" he said. the true French
} man loves only in his own country"
! cor in any other where he may
. chance to be- she answered dryly
I Never mind, Henri, l shall not lei
2 you wander very far. Your supper
I party has been dehghtful-but you sec
= the time"'
4 They trooped down the narrow stair:
/ laughing and talking. Duncombe anC
I Phyllis came last, and their hands me-
[ for an instant behind the burly com
I missionaire
< Until tomorrow
Until Tomorrow she echoed softly
D as he handed her into the electric coupe
Andrew and he drove down the hill
together. Duncombe was little ill a
ease.
There is one thing. Andrew" HI
I said. which 1 should like to say t.
you. l want you to remember TIL
night In your garden, when you asked
me TO come to Paris for you"
). "Yes?"
u 81 warned you. didn't I? knew tina
it would come. and il hasp'
Andrew smiled in gentle scorn.
my dear Duncombe." he said. "wh!
!, do you think il necessary to tell me
y thing so glaringly apparent? 1 hav'
nothing to blame you for. 1t was
foolish dream of mine. which I shall
q easily outlive. For. George, this ha
r been a great day for me. believe tina
my time for dreams has gone by"
Duncombe turned toward him witt
U interest.