The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1909-09-03
CHAPTER II.
Continued,

Madame Davilllers, who declared
him worthy of being a Frenchman.
He was always careful to bestow his
whole attention on her when in her
presence, and did not shock her sense
OF propriety by throwing away any
small politenesses on the young
ladies.
His happiest moments, however,
were Those in which he found Elsie
sitting at her work, or at the piano
with Madame Weber and her knit
ting established beside her. Then
they talked long and confdentially on
many topics. sometimes in French to
include the good Alsatian, but more
often in English; and Elsie would
practice. her songs while he sat in a
deep low chair and dreamed, and
was lapped into a state of feverish,
uneasy delight. Every day the diff
Guilty Of tearing himself away grew
greater,i and still the quiet uncon-
sciousness of Elsie, the easy, friendly
tone which she preserved towards
him convinced him that whatever of
pain might result from their inter-
course Yould be unshared by her.
Glynn was often Lambert's guest;
and more than once entertained the
father and daughter at some one OF
the pleasant restaurants, in the bois,
or on the Champs Elysees.
Lambert, though speaking frankly
enough of himself, never explained
very distinctly what his employment
hn oil fn
the position or occupation of his for
mer friend and comrade, as he was
fond of calling Glynn.
II have a wonderful piece of news
for you, Mr.. Glynn,' said Elsie one
fine warm afternoon, when he had
been ushered through the orange
scented vestibule, to the salon, where
she was sitting beside her workable,
with book Glynn had lent her in her
hands, and she motioned towards a
chair opposite her.
Indeed, what may it be? Good
morning, Madame Weber," bowling.
May l try to divine it, Miss Lam
bert? Has Mr.. Lambert agreed to
take you to the Pyrenees or to Eng
land?'' looking into her eyes. mo!
1then he will go for month or two
to Switzerland? No? Then your old
friend, Mrs. --, 1 forget the name,
who used to take care of you,
is coming to Paris? No? Then I
am at the end of my conjectures
you see l always read mo- in your
eyes
You could never guess! My father
has gone away to Havre, quite es.rly
this morning, and will not return for
three Or four days. He has never
left me since we came to live here
till now, and l cannot tell you how
strange and restless and half fright
ened | feel; but Madame Davilliers
has kindly asked me to stay with her,
and I go there to dinner to-day. 1
should have gone sooner, but I
thought you might call, so 1 waited
Her perfect, easy candor was
charming, yet mortifying to his
amour propre.
Thank you very much. I am glad
to have an opportunity Of hearing of
your intended movements from your.
self; it would have been an awful
shock to have found every one gone;
but looking keenly at her, what
have YOU been doing or suffering?
You are pale. There is weary look
in your eyes"
And you are like my dear father,
too ready to think must be suffering
or unhappy, or something dreadful,
If | look a shade paler than usual.
am quite we'll" She smiled, stopped
abruptly, let her eyes droop, while
the color rose softly in her cheek,
and her smile was replaced by seri-
Gus, almost sad expression in the
curves of her mouth.
You have something to tell me?
something that disturbs you. Speak,
you may trust me-"
Il am sure can. Well, 1 was fool
ishly frightened yesterday. We,
Madame Weber and I, had gone to
hear the band play in the Tuileries
Gardens. 1t was very pleasant under
the trees, and we sat long time.
Just as we rose to return home, two
gentlemen came up from side walk;
one l recognized at little distance to
be Mr. Vincent; the other, when they
came nearer saw was the same man
whom | noticed at Auteuil; you know
who I mean? He looked at me SO
strangely, l felt uneasy, frightened,
and hurried Madame Weber away.
They must have taken some shorter
path, for when we reached the gate
opposite the Rue de la Paix they
came upon US again. Mr.. Vincent
raised his hat, and so did the other.
and stared at me with such an odd.
piercing look of dislike and doubt
Oh. I cannot forget it.
Yes" said Madame Weber. gath
ering from Elsie's expression. aid
the words, "Tuileries Gardens that
she was relating the events of yester-
day, that gentleman there was not
at all polite; he glared at mademoI-
selle. Mon Dieu! like savage beast;
nevertheless he was distinguished,
and no doubt noble"
II think you must be mistaken,
said Glynn; ''the man whom you saw
at he races left Paris nearly three
weeks ago. / should most probably
nave seen him had he returned. You
must have been mistaken
Elsie shook her head. 4 could
never be mistaken in that man, she
said.
Glynn WA: greatly struck by the
of Deering, but he
tDrew off the impression. 1t was
probably an illusion on the part OF
Elsie. That Deering, the proudest OF
men. should be walking with SO
doubtful a parsonage as Vincent
seemed almost incredible. He would
make inquiries, however. Meantime
he addressed hing lf to soothe Estes