The Brownsville daily herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1897-1910, 1909-09-28
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sure that it was not modern Greek, or
Turkish? She could not have known
the difference. Was it so very unlikely
that some charming compatriot OF his
should have come from Constantine
pie to spend a few weeks in Paris?
She remembered the mysterious house
ia the Boulevard PereiTe where he
lived, the beautiful upper hall where
the statue of Aphrodite stood, the
doors that would not open like other
doors, the MISUNDERSTANDING en-
caustic painting of Cleopatra in the
drawing room-many things which she
distrusted
Besides, supposing that the language
was really Tartar-were there not
Russians who spoke it? She thought
there must be, because she had
vague idea that all Russians were
more or less Tartars. There was
proverb about it. Moreover, to the
English as well as to the French, Rus
slams represent romance and wicked
ness.
She would not go to the telephone
herself, but she sent a message to Lo-
gotheti, and he came out in the cool
time of the afternoon. She thought
he had never looked so handsome and
so little exotic since she had known
him.
: He was received by Mrs. Rushmore
and Margaret together, and he took
noticeable pains to make himself
agreeable to the mistress of the house.
At first Margaret was pleased at this;
but when she saw that he was doing
his best to keep Mrs. RushmOre from
leaving the room, as she probably
would have done, Margaret did not
like it, She was dying to ask him
questions about his lessons in Tartar,
and especially about his teacher, and
she probably meant to cast her in
quiries in such a form as would make
it preferable to examine him alone
rather than before Mrs. RushmOre;
but he talked on and on, only pausing
an instant for the good lady's' express
sions of interest or approval.
He was telling her what a prime
minister had told an ambassador
about the pope, when Margaret rose
rather abruptly.
I'm awfully sorry" she said to Mrs
Rushmore, by way OF apology. but l
really must have a little air. I've not
been out of the house all day"
Mrs. Rushmore understood, and was
not hurt, though she was sorry not to
hear more. The dear child" should
go out, by all means Would Mons.
Logotheti stay to dinner? No? She
was sorry She had forgotten that
she had letter to write in time for
the afternoon post. So she went of
and left the two together.
Margaret led the way out upon the
lawn, and they sat down on garden
chairs under a big elm tree. She said
nothing while she settled herself very
deliberately avoiding her cOmpan-
ions eyes till she was quite ready. and
then she suddenly looked at him with
a sort of blank stare that would
have disconnected any one less SUI
perlatively self-possessed than he was
It was most distinctly .Ime de Cor
dova, the offended prima donna that
spoke at last and not Miss Margaret
Dome. the nice English girl"
What in the world has got into
you?" she inquired in a chilly tone.
He opened his almond-shaped eyes
a little wider with an excellent af-
fectation of establishment at her words
and manner.
Have I done anything you don't
like?" he asked in a tone of anxiety
and concern. WAS ! rude to Mrs.
Rushmore?"
Margaret looked at him a moment
longer. and then turned her head
away in silence, as if scorning to an
swer such a silly question. The look
Of surprise disappeared from his face,
and he became very gloomy and
thoughtful but said nothing more.
Possibly he had brought about exactly
what he wished. and was satisfied to
await the inevitable result It came
before long.
q don't understand you at all"
Margaret said less icily, but with the
sad little air of a woman who be-
lieves herself misunderstood 1T was
very odd yesterday, at the telephone,
you know-very odd indeed. l sup
pose you didn't realize it. And now,
this afternoon, you have evidently
been doing your best to keep Mrs.
Rushmore from leaving us together.
You would still be telling her stories
about people if I hadn't obliged you
to come OUT"
yes" Logotheti asserted with ex-
asperating calm and meekness, I'VE
should still be there"
You did not want to be alone with
me, I suppose. There's no other ex-
PLANTATION, and it's not a very fatter-
ing one, is it,"
81 never iatter you. dear lady" said
Logothei gravely.
But you do, How can you deny
Il? You often tell me that 1 make
you think of the Victory IN the