Evening star., 1909-05-29

fHSI ~ staked two people
now, Gwendolyn, you can bank on that!'
But, tell you. the Winstons are here"
How do we. know it's the Winstons?"
WHO else could 1t be? They said they
were going to surprise US And they're our
only friends. too, that the concierge
knows You'll see they call again TO-
night or tomorrow morning. sure!"
"And supposing they do?"
tanning us in Boston for ten days, and
then taking us all over London-to have
them catch us like this!'
Let me cable, then. The coin would
be here the day after tomorrow"
"And when you told your father the
last time that never under any circum-
Sides she added. with milder emphasis.
"it would take almost every copper we've
got on hand to cable"
The situation was partly novel and part
ly not For the last two months Of the
first half year of their married life they
had been occupying a tiny furnished
end of the, Latin quarter. And although
their fortune. as represented in capital
under the eyes of their elders at home.
was wholly SUFFICIENT for their needs, for
the fourth time since they had left In
dianapolis they had reached the fag end
of their monthly stipend several days be-
fore the next draft was due
There was this to note. indeed. Young
Mr.. Morton Carter was in literature. He
was even now gathering material for that
great romance Of historical intrigue which
was to reach its height in the fall Of the
Bastile and the reign of terror. But that
great romance was still to get printers
ink. and it had had no predecessors. Lit
erature was. therefore. not a source Of
wealth upon which Mr.. Carter and his
bride could reckon for immediate divi-
dends.
"Then I'll have to put in my watch"
Put in your watch-witk my picture
in the back of it, and everything
But 1 tell you the mont de piete is a
regular government institution. It'd be
just like getting the money from a bank.
Besides. with nobody knowing us here, we
haven't any blame need to worry about
whether it's respectable or not
She shifted.
"Oh. you mean by that''-iis sarcasm
ar?"
NO. you're not,'
Every well. dearie. very well. I'm going
out TO get my stuff about the Faubourg
St. Antoine. It'll be up to you.''
"Oh. yes. it's easy enough to leave 1t all
to me!'
At that he stood nailed upon the thresh-
old But he could think up no rejoinder
which he had not used so often already
that his literary conscience absolutely
ruled it out. And under bursting head
of steam he started for the Faubourg.
Whatever Mr.. Morton Carter may have
lacked. beyond any doubt he had the ar
tistic imagination. Three hours later he
came back with a realization OF exactly
how the Bastile was taken. which made
his eyes glitter and his breath come in
long exhalations that partook almost of
solemnity. There would be one chapter
at any rate in by Right Of Blood" which
would make Hugo himself seem picayune.
wicket and gave him card. He was still
holding 1t when he mounted to his own
door and let himself in.
The hall opened upon their dining and
sitting room. From it again. opened the
dressing and then the bed room.
lis that you. Morton?" Gwendolyn
called from that inner chamber, and then
showed a fower-like head which was still
hated.
Where have you been" he asked, as
tonished.
She laid tundred-franc note and some
big fve-franc cartwheels upon the table
"Ive been TO your old mont de piete,
that's where I've been! And now we've
enough to make some sort Of show on.
anyway"
But wha-what did you take out?-I
don't SEE But he did see. At least
he began to iceland it was like a large
ice cake pressing upon his diaphragm.
'Why, there was that tankard thing.
and the tray with the sugar and cream
er. that we've never used. And. at the
last, / made up my mind we could get on
without the tea urn, too: we can make
that green one do. And when I'd put in
the Sevres bowl and the Gouda-ware
vases and-
But. Great Caesar! Those things are
all Miss Pastonbury's!'
well. we'd rented them. hadn't we!
We'd rented the apartment furnished.
And when she took her whole four
months in advance-!'
Rented them-snakss. Gwendolyn! Don't