The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1909-09-02

ucuUs anu DIlSulcucu W lnC NOhNAoSS -
a black aigrette.
Her low-cut black bodice showed che
white curves of her neck. encircled by
string Of pearls. The soft simmer OF
the gray velvet cloak, which hung open
from her shoulders, acted as a frame to
the splendid coloring of face and hair.
II was right" he said lightly. AS
soon as l saw that thing in Bond street
window, knew that it would make you
look like a Venetian Dogaressa.'
But surely Dogaressas must have been
like Lady Mayoresses, fair, fat ard for
ty,'" she TESTED, though her smile told
that SIZE liked the words.
This is rather different from our
Christmas dinner" Stewart said, cheer
fully, as they took their seat at small
table in the dining-room, that, with its
red-shaded lights and groups of we'll
dressed people, had so festive an air to
those fresh from the dark discomfort Of
winter seas.
They were at no lack for the casual
careless talk of those who have been
thrown together in the intimacy of daily
life
"Bye-the-bye," he said, as they loitered
over their coffee, you never told me
how you had disposed of your victim,
poor Hudson. Where did you part from
him?''
AT Euston," she laughed. HE was
rather woe-begone.'
The poor boy was dreadfully struck"
and his eyes. as they rested on her, SEEM
ed to add that 1t was natural enough.
dress, or such?" he asked, lighting his
cigarette.
"Oh, l told him that was going to
Paris at once, and would write from
there, or something of that kind. l hard
ly remember what" she answered. care
lessly, beginning to pull on her long.
pearl-colored gloves.
"A conspirator requires a good mem
DRY. You'll need TO remember every
word you say to Mrs. Herbert" he said,
warningly.
She shivered 1T gives me chill to
hear her name. You have never de-
scribed her 10 me, though"
He thought for a moment. There is
nothing very definite about her to de-
scribe She is one of those bleached look
lIS WOntlls Win uieus DOug nOSct anu
pale eyes"
But what style is she? 'Grande
dame or country squiress? Well-dressed
or dowdy? One can always stand better
to ones guns with a dowdy woman
shes certainly not an outdoor per-
son. though she's great on local influ-
ences, and societies and such-her piety
is Eer strongest point, l think. l sup
pose she is well-dressed in a way, though
there is nothing smart about her.
should say that the prevailing aspect was
skimpiness. There is always a look as
though something were too narrow, Oh
too short, or too something"
How graphic" she commented. Then
pursuing her inquiries. DO you suppose
that she will pretend to be friendly al
first?
Goodness knows, You may be sure
that whatever she does it will be with
one object Of keeping her influence cvel
my father. and preventing me from &C
quiring any. Never forget that"
II shall not forget it," she said. ant
the confident smile of warfare lit hei
face.
Lie hdINdcu ACA NuAlOuSAgs
1T will be a Homeric combat, if il
ever comes to an open battle between you
two. But we must be going"
The play that they watched that even
ing had no tragic figure Of the woman
| with a past. dropping her arms and star
| ing out into vacancy. Stewart had takeI
good care Of that. 1t was one of thos,
| fippant comedies of society life, acted b,
ladies and gentlemen in the smartes
of modern attire.
The wit, the fashions, the audience
were all welcome amusement, and i
was with the sensations that mark tn
| end of a successful evening that they re
| turned TO the hotel.
All the same Mathilde felt her spirit
| flag as they went towards the lift, for tn
old nervousness was returning with tn
prospect of a tete-a-tete in that little sit
| ting room upstairs. She had rejected tn
proposal of supper, and they were wait
| ing amongst a little group Of returne,
theater-goers like themselves, for the de
scent of the lift 1t did not need tn
murmur from Stewart, How tired yov
look" to make Mathilde aware that sh
| had grown pale and chill.
Il shall not come upstairs yet" Stew
art said Il must have a smoke before
turn in. l dare say that you would lik
| TO breakfast In your own room in tn
morning. Perhaps you will be ready t
see me about ten. Goodnight" for tn
| lift was there, and people were alread
crowding into it.
All Mathilde's wanness was lost in
lovely flush of color, brought by a sens
of relief.
Good might" she responded, with
smile that was almost shy, but Stewart
gravity was somewhat grim.
He had easily read the meaning o
both pallor and flush, and perhaps he di
not appreciate the implied doubt in hi
good faith.
There are mild, sunshiny mornings eve
| in a London winter Such one came o.
the following day, and Mathilde dresse
herself early to profit by it. What won
an, freshly landed in England, and wit
money in her purse. could resist the temp
tation of a mornings London shopping
She had been up early, having much t
attend to this morning. First there ha
been a letter to her eldest brother tel
| ing him in a somewhat curt fashion tina
on the voyage over, she had met and be
come engaged to Mr.. James Stewar
heir to Sir James Stewart, of Orkwel
and had yesterday been married to hin
By special license, at the Church of Hol
| Trinity, Sloane street.
This bare statement of facts bein
completed, she added few conventions
messages of family amiability. and givin
her address, signed herself by her me-
name, "Mathilde Stewart" She pause
a moment to consider the effect.
There is something incongruous
it," she murmured to herself. There
a great gulf somehow between the Ms
thilde' and the Stewart Which will e
the upper hand-the old Mathilde or tn
new Stewart"
But she had little time for such medits
ton. for shortly the applicants for tn
maids place appeared.
There were three or four-Swis
French and English. and all apparent
suitable enough.
But Mathilde did not hesitate long. fC
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