The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1909-01-08

ously To his mother and the
y marquis. Both moved slowly
toward the door.
II hone YOU will excuse me. Bra
chard finished politely.
Al last the marquise found her
voice again.
WHY. certainly. Jacques she said
hurriedl,. futteringly. You see, as
wc--as We heard you we're pot''
away." she went on. In lame ehpiaha'
don. I'VE thought IL might be our
duty
TO a certain extent-to "A certain
extent" the marquis supplemented
Now. of course, that you are nome
Ne will go" the marquis concluded.
Max breathcd a fervent ThnnR
heaven" and tried TO push his mothe'
toward tie door. The marquise. how.
ever went back TO Brachard ana heii
out her hand for a parting, hnai rare
well.
MY dear Jacques she said ell
usively. ood-night. Goodnight.
She turned from Brachard ana start
ed toward the door. when me seconu
spparition appeared. II was Ahhe
Marie. who had come up 80 qmetiy
that none had heard her. She lookeu
! like one distraught. Her hair was
ltumbled over her shoulders. Her race
was white AS marble. Her beautiiu
evening gown. the same that she hho
worn that evening at her mother re
ception. was crumpled and torn an.
a bloodstained handkerchief was twis'
ed around her right hand. which sue
evidently mad injured. She said not
word hui walked toward the door o.
her APARTMENTS. her mind evidenti!
failing ID take In the significance D
the presence OF her husband, her par
ants and her brother. When she saw
Jacques Tor the first time, she stoppe'
in amaZelcnt.
The marquise hurriedly made he
farewell speech.
"Ah. here's Marie" she exclaimed
walking ever to her Here she Is
You're reunited again. Now we cal
co. feeling perfectly safe about 1t
Marie. my child. it's very late, and
was very Imprudent. But I'm glad !
was no worse"
Max stepped over and took his moth
er urgently by the arm. IT'S dea'
and buried" he whispered fercely II
her ear. we knew nothing about IL
II never occurred. Come on
Goodnight. my dear Jacques; GOOD
night, Marie" the marquise cried, VIII
an assumption Of gayety, as Max rrss'
her toward the door.
Goodnight. my children, both
YOU" Honore exclaimed benevolently
as Max pushed him out also.
Max followed his parents out an
closed the door after them. In few
minutes he had them bundled into III
friends automobile and was whirlinI
Them home at a terrific and disquiei
Ing rate of speed.
Bracha-d waited until his wife's fam
lily had gone. Then he turned towar
her.
Good morning, Marie" he said. h
tone of forced quiet.
She made no answer for moment
end he moved toward her. Then l.
reused herself
so You stayed" she asked.
"Yes-and you went" he replied.
yes" she said wildly. Then sE
gave him her hand and turned as
to so.
Good night" she said
Brachard detained her with gentl
force, and she turned toward him re
sentfully.
IF you please. Marie. where do 20
come from" he asked.
What singular curiosity"
She was mistress OF herself now
as always when she was confronte
with her husband She looked at hir
without fear, with contempt, and di
as she had said she would. shrugge
her beautiful shoulders, from which
part of her dress had been roughl
torn away.
Your dress Is torn" Brachard wen
on
You've noticed it," she said MOCK
ingly.
And your hand is bleeding" Bract
ard went on in growing excitement
How did you come by that?"
Brachard's emotions were trement
Gus. He telt even now as he had fel
when he put his shoulder to the heav
oaken door Of his wlfe's dressing roo.
end crashed il before him. Thei
blazed within him anger, humiliation
bitter disappointment. But he col
trolled his speech, and the clasp G
his hand on Marie's as he held he
was gentle. though firm.
At his last question Marie had
nervous outbreak, and suddenly disc
gagged her hand violently, crying out
ooh. let me alone, for PHYS sake
Then tell me. Where have yo
BEEN" Brachard persisted.
That doesn't matter to you sh
said hotiy
los. yes" was his quiet answer.
you forget our agreement so soon
There wasn't any agreement abou
a thing like this" he said
Because you didn't sign it, you cal
II nothing: II doesn't surprise me-
Her tone expressed loathing an
contempt. Brachard struggled wit
his feelings