The independent-reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1909-1955, 1909-11-11

You're right" said Britt. THE will
doesn't specify. But my dear Saun-
ders, you are overlooking your own
client In this plan"
II don't quite understand, Mr.. Britt"
"As | understand the laws on this
island--the church laws, at least-a
man can have as many wives as he
likes. Well. that's all very well for
Mr.. Browne. But isn't II also a fact
that a woman can have no more than
one husband? Lady Deppingham has
one husband. She can't take another
without first getting rid Of this one"
Saunders" said Deppingham, aris-
ing and lighting fresh cigarette, you
have gone clean daft. You're loony
with love. You've got marriage on the
brain. I'd advise you to take some
one for It."
do you mean that for me. Lord
Deppingham p, demanded Miss Pelham
sharply. She glared at him and then
slammed her notebook on the table.
you can josh Mr. Saunders. but you
can't josh me. Pm sick Of this job.
Get somebody else to do your work
after this. I'm through"
"Ohr' exclaimed every one, in q
panic. 1t took nearly ten minutes to
pacify the ruffled stenographer.
perhaps we could arrange for q di
vorce all round" cried Saunders. sud
denly inspired.
"On what grounds ?" laughed Browne.
"Give me Time" said the lawyer
ITS barely possible that there is no
divorce law in Japat," remarked Britt,
enjoying his confrere's misery.
Are you quite sure?"
REASONABLY. II there was such a
law Til bet my head two-thirds of the
men in Arafat would be getting rid of
their wives before night"
I'm tired" said Lady Deppingham
suddenly. She yawned and stretched
her arms. ITS been very entertain
ing, Saunders. but really l think we'd
better dress for dinner. Come, Mr..
Browne Shall we look for the prin-
cessT"
with pleasure, If you'll promise to
spare Deppingham's life"
ION condition that you will spare
Deppingham's wife," very prettily and
airily. Mrs. Browne laughed with
amazing good grace, but there was a
new expression in her eyes.
Your ladyship," called Saunders
desperately, do you approve Of my
plan? It's only subterfuge"-
"Heartilyw she exclaimed. with one
of her rarest laughs. 1.-THE only objec-
ton that l can see to 1t is that II
leaves out my husband and Mrs.
Browne. They are very nice people,
Saunders, and you should be more
considerate Of them. Come, Mr..
Browne" She took the Americans
arm and gayly danced from the room.
Lord Deppingham's eyes glowed with
pride In his charming wife as he fol-
lowed with the heartsick Drusilla.
81 would have won them over II
Britt had not interfered," almost
walled little Mr.. Saunders, his eyes
glazed with modification
Pm getting to hate that man." said
Miss Pelham Loyalty. And the 9th
ers! They give me painl Don't
mind them, Tommy, dear"
Lady Deppinghain and Browne came
upon the princess quite unexpectedly.
She was in the upper gallery, leaning
against the stone rail and gazing
steadily through the feldglasses In
the direction VI the bungalow. They
held back and watched her, unseen.
The soft light of early evening fell
upon her figure as she stood erect,
1.-the and sinuous, In the open space
between the Ivy clad posts.
Genevra smiled securely In her sup
posed aloofness from the world. Then.
suddenly moved by strange impulse,
she gently waved her handkerchief as
II In greeting to some one far of In
the cleaning. The action was a mis-
chievous one, no doubt, and 1t had its
consequences-rathe sudden and star
Ting, IL the observers were to judge
by her subsequent movements. She
lowered the glass instantly. There was
a quick catch In her breath, as II a
laugh had been checked confusion
swept over her, and she drew back
lubO Tic SuuQOWS 40 Nhh1
might have done. They distinctly
heard her murmur as she crossed the
flags and disappeared through the
French window without seeing them:
ooh, dear what crazy thing to dol"
Genevra. peering through the glasses,
had discovered the figure Of Chase on
the bungalow porch. She was amused
to find that he, from his distant post,
was also regarding the chateau
through a pair of glasses. A spirit Of
adventure, risk, mischief, as uncon-
trolled as breath itself impelled her to
faunt her handkerchief. That treach-
eYous spirit deserted her most shame
lessly when her startled eyes saw that
he was waving a response. She lay
awake for long time that night won
dering what he would think Of her for
that wretched bit Of frivolity. Then
at last new thought came to her re-
lief. but 1t did not give her the peace
of mind that she desired.
He may have mistaken her for LADY