The Hattiesburg news. (Hattiesburg, Miss.) 1908-1917, 1909-10-14


probabilities of such an explanation
did not occur to Margaret, who saw
only the glazing fact that the hand
some Tartar girl had accompanied
Logotheti, between London and Paris,
disguished as man, and had ulti-
mately robbed him, as he richly de-
served. She had imposed upon Van
Torp, too, and had probably tried to
sell him the very stone she had stolen
from Logotheti, and the one she had
made him take as a gift was nothing
but bit of glass, as he said 1t might
be, for all he knew
She devoured Lady Maud's letter in
few moments, and then read 1t
twice again, which took so long that
Mrs. Rushmore sent Justine to tell
Potts to ask if Miss Dome did not
mean to go out that morning, though
the weather was so fine.
Great singers generally develop
capacity for flying into RACES, even
if they have not been born with hot
tempers. 1t is very bad for the voice,
but it seems to be part of the life.
Margaret was very angry, and Potts
became as meek and mild as little
lamb when she saw the storm signals
in her mistress face. She delivered
her message in a pathetic and OPP
pressed tone, like a child reciting the
collect for the day at Sunday
school.
The prima donna, imposing as
young lioness, walked slowly back
wards and forwards between her win
dow and the foot of the iron bed
stead. There was an angry light in
her eyes and instead of flushing, as
her cheeks did for any ordinary fit of
temper they were as white as wax.
Potts, who was small woman,
seemed TO shrink and become visibly
smaller as she stood waiting for an
answer. Suddenly the lioness stood
still and surveyed the poor little jack
al that served her
Ask Mrs. Rushmore if she can
wait half an hour" she said. I'm very
angry. Potts, and it's not your fault,
so keep out of the way"
quickly, and as it could not spend
itself on any immediate object, it
made her feel as if she were in a
raging fever. Her temples throbbed,
her hands trembled and were as hot
as fire, her lips were drawn and
parched, and when she caught sight
of herself in the looking-glass she saw
that she was quite white and that her
eyes were bloodshot.
But she was really a sensible Eng
fish girl, although she was so very
angry
This is ridiculous!" she said aloud
with emphasis. II won't be SO silly"
And she sat down to try and think
quietly.
1t was not so easy A Tartar girl
indeed! More probably a handsome
| Greek.
1t was no wonder that they had sue
ceeded in deceiving her for while
the two orientals together! They had
actually made Rufus Van Torp be
lieve their story, which must have
been a very different matter from ly
ing to credulous young woman who
had let herself fall in love! But fol
| her friend Lady Maud she would still
be their victim. Her heart went on
to the woman who had saved hel
from her fate, and with the though
came the impulse to send a message
of gratitude; and the first fury of hel
anger subsidized with the impulse to d.
so. BY and by 1t would cool and har
den to lasting resentment that would
not soften again.
Her hand still shook so that sh'
could hardly hold the pen stead.
while she wrote the telegram.
"Unspeakably grateful. If can joil
me here will gladly wait for you
Must see you at once. Do come"
She felt better as she rose from tn
table, and when she looked at hersel
in the mirror she saw that her fac
had changed again and that he
natural color was returning. Sh
rang for Potts, remembering that tn
half-hour must be almost up.
POTTS." Margaret said, 1--WE bee
in a rage, but I'm only angry now. d
l look like a human being again?'
Eyes, ma'am," answered the mait
inspecting her gravely. you are sti
bit pale, ma'am, and your eye is
trifle wild, may say. A motor vel
perhaps, if you are thinking of goin
out, ma'am."
81 haven't got such thing, hav
I? never motor now"
Potts smiled the smile of the yer
superior maid, and moved towards
perfectly new leather hat-box ths
stood in the corner.
81 always put in two for Sc
: ma'am," she said. you wore or
when we crossed the channel the la
, time, If you remember"
Potts, you're treasured"
Eyes, ma'am," Potts answert
vaguely in her meek voice. as 81
Owed into one of the curious seer
pockets Of the hatbox. That
ma'am," she said, correcting herse
81 mean. it's very kind Of you
say So"
Without further consulting Mars
!, ret, who had seated herself befo