The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1909-08-27

II don't know about Deering, 4
Bv MRS. ALEXANDER.

| 90 care IuuCu. IGtuIuSO SdPIeSin
Werner, bluntly; "but it has been a
| desperate grief to his mother. Why.
! when we were children together
! ay, and after-Lady Frances was the
| life of us all. I never saw a girl
with SO much go in her; and now"
| he broke off expressively. How
ever, no one can help her." he added.
after a moment; and then quickly
turning the subject, began to talk OF
French politics, till they reached the
J coxner of the Champs Elysees, where
they paused to see the Empress drive
by. There Werner turned back to
keep an engagement, and Gfynn
! strolled on slowly to his hotel, reso-
! lutely resisting strong temptation
| to call and inquire for Miss Lambert.
Indeed, with the help of a good deal
! of letter writing and interviews with
/ sundry personages of financial i'm
! portance, Glynn contrived to keep his
mind free from imaginative pictures
and irresistible suggestions. He was
not going to make fool of himself,
or of any one else, either; he was too
cid and experienced to be carried
away by a romantic encounter, or
the liquid loveliness of pair of lus-
trous, dreamy, dark-blue eyes.
What eyes they are!" he thought,
as he sat at his second deJeune, on
Sunday morning, three whole days
since he had enjoyed the hospitality
of his quo1dam comrade Of the Cali
| fornian episode. Mere civility de-
mands that l should call. I think 1
have been under fire often enough
to stand this last fusillade without
fiinching; besides, the whole thing is
deucediy curious So, after looking
in at Gaglinane's, and reading the
English papers, Glynn found himself
on his way to the Rue de L'Eveque.
The perfume Of orange blossoms
which came forth from the opening
door greeted him like a prelude of de-
light, so vividly did it remind him of
the pleasant hours to which his first
visit was an introduction.
"Yes, monsieur was at home, and
mademoiselle, also," and the servant,
opening a different door from that
on the former occasion, spoke to some
one within, and Immediately Lambert
/ himself, in a gorgeous dressing gown,
fez on his head, and cigarette in
his mouth, came forth to greet him.
"Glynn, come along into my den.
I thought you had left for some other
| diggings. 1 was going to look you
up to-day. I've not had moment
l could call my own since We parted"
While he spoke he ushered his Wis
itor into a small, very small room,
containing a large knee-hole table
loaded with letters, newspapers,
small account books, and all appli-
ances for writing, and two very COM
| Portable circular chairs. These arti-
cles of furniture scarcely left room
| to move. A looking-glass, surmount-
ed by couple of revolVers, complet-
| ed the decorations. A dim light was
! admitted by long, narrow, stained
! glass window; and a second door,
which stood open, led into COM
fortably furnished dining room.
''This is my cabinet de travai1le,"
said Lambert, wheeling round one of
| the chairs; "and am just taking an
hour or two from the Sabbath to
clear up some little arrears of work.
Where have you been all these days?"
s'Very busy, or l should have paid
my respects to you and Miss Lam
bert sooner"
ITO be sure, TO be sure, you are
in business yourself. Anything in
the bookmaking way? l think I re-
member you had a fair notion as to
the value of horse"
'No; mine is more sober system
of gambling"
AHA! the share market! I could
give YOU hint or two about that
new steamship company they are get
ting up in Hamburg
Thank you, my hands are pretty
full already"
After little further conversation
on financial and sporting topics, while
Lambert was putting his papers to-
gether with some degree Of rough or
der, he proposed to join his daughter.
'tShe was out to mass with her
friends the Davilliers, and had break
fast with them; 1 have scarcely seen
her this morning" So saying, he
rose and led Glynn through the din
ing room to an arched doorway,
across which a curtain of rich dark
stuff was drawn, and lifting it cried.
"Are you there, my jewel? 1 have
brought Mr.. Glynn to see you
Come in," said a voice; and as he
entered Glynn saw Miss Lambert ad-
vancing from an open window to
meet him.
The room into which he had been
ushered was small, though larger
! than the minute apartment Lambert
had appropriated. 1t was prettily
and lightly decorated, the hangings
and chair covers being OF chintz bou-
quets of roses tied with blue ribbons
On a cream ground and had one large
window opening on balcony full of
| flowers, which overhung garden
|, belonging to a large hotel in street
beyond. There were books and
! needlework, a writing table and
sewing machine about, and it was evil
| IDENTIFY Miss Lambert's private sitting
| room. A stout, elderly woman in
! black, with a lace cap and large
apron, VINO looked more than a ser
want and less than a lady, rose as
they entered, and was about to leave
| the room, when Lambert exclaimed
in his hearty manner ana rather Pc
culiar French, "HoW goes it, Madame
Weber? I hope your cold is better;
a summer cod is worse than any
| other, for it's out of season."
Madame thanked monsieur, report
ed herself nearly or quite we'll, and
vanished.
Il thought you had left Paris, at
least my father did," said Elsie Lam
! bert, giving Glynn one hand, While
the other held an open book shah
| by. well-thumbed book.
II should not have left without