The enterprise-recorder. (Madison, Fla.) 1908-1933, 1909-05-20

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talk It over"
Then. as he looked into the shadow,
he saw that Michel was standing in
the doorway. He stepped forward into
the lamplight and stood beside Mar
celle.
M. Lemaitre," he said with quiet
earnestness, II think you must see
that this is impossible"
Lemaitre got up.
Ia! la!" he exclaimed. How abb
surdly you talk! There is no risk.
The thing is safe. The car obeys the
unalterable laws Of mechanics"
Then why call 1t The Whlrlwind of
Death'--why?" asked Michel, with
quiet triumph.
THAT is the title to catch the ear
Of the people, said Lemaitre, smiling.
1T is not. It is a true title. There
Is a risk 1t is to see the life Of a
girl in danger that the people will go
! to the Palais de Paris tomorrow night.
This is what gives the thrill. That
life shall not be Narcotics, NJ. Lee
maitre."
you have no right to interfere,
Monsieur" cried Lemaitre, giving way
at last to anger. "Marcelle is my
daughter. She must obey me-"
The girl could not remain passive.
She had loved and worked for her
father for so long. She loved him
still. She went forward and sought
to soothe him. But he brushed her
caress aside.
How is 1t possible" Michel contin-
ued to urge, "for you, her father, to
submit your daughter to the publicity
Of the Palais de Paris? To risk any
girls life would be wrong, but to risk
Narcotics and to ask her to face an
ordeal like The Whirlwind of Death
Is inhuman."
With an effort Lemaitre recovered
himself He was an old man, and he
had the advantage Of his age. More
over, however strongly Michel might
feel, he had only such right as Mar
cele might give him.
This is my room, Monsieur" said
Lemaitre, with q dignity he knew
we'll how to assume. leave me with
my daughter"
For a moment Michel was at dis.
advantage. He looked at Marcelle, but
she did not help him. Was 1t posi-
BILE that her love for him would not
be strong enough? Yet he thought OF
her, a frail, gentle girl, riding in that
terrible car, and every instinct in his
nature told him not to give way. He
thought OF her little hands grasping
the rails; he thought Of her gazing
in terror down the horrible track be-
fore her at the moment when the car
was going to be released; he thought
of the hideous, gaping crowd.
mo" he said, ut is impossible"
Lemaitre smiled. He felt that in the
issue he would gain his end.
"Marcelle must choose between me
and YOU" he said.
Michel looked up. YES" he said,
simply. Let her choose"
They stood silent, and for a NOM
ent Marcelle gave no sign.
She looked up at last and met
Michers eyes. What she saw there
seemed to satisfy her
Take me to your mothers house"
she said. But she spoke sadly, for
till that night she had loved her faith
er.
The two went toward the door and
paused. But still he remained silent.
Then they went out. ..
For time Lemaitre seemed to list
en- to the footsteps dying away down
the stairs. When they had died away
he sat down again by the table, be-
fore his model. He shivered, turned
round and looked helplessly at the
stove The fire in 1t had been small,
and had burned low 1t had, indeed,
died out. He almost went to the
door and called Marcelle. But he did
not do so. He might have done So
for she and Michel were waiting at
the foot OF the stairs. But instead
of doing so he let his tiny car make
once again its journey and somersault
Little fool!" be muttered. Much
happiness may she have with her
Michel"
His wish was fulfilled.
sssssst
On the next night, the night Of the
First of June. The Whirlwind OF
Death" began its short career Of i'm
mense success. It lasted three nights.
One of those girls who are always
to be found in the Garden OF the
Palais de Paris was induced to take
Marcelle's place. The price tempted