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


Every instinct in her nature rebelled
against that horrible rush and somer.
sault in the Garden Of the Palais de
Paris. Every thought she had ever
held sacred seemed violated. Not only
did she feel physical fear, she also
felt degraded.
Lemaitre laughed lightly when he
confessed her fears. He was so at
ease with himself during those last
days Of May.
Nonsense, little mouse" he would
say; there is no danger. Surely 1t is
better to earn a hundred francs
night-fifty for you, fifty for me-than
to break ones back all day over Afr.
SOC. hats!"
At which Marcelle, miserably unhap-
Ply, would refuse ever TO ride in the
car, Whereat Lemaitre, full Of his
self-confidence, would brush her OBJ
jections aside with gesture.
Il cannot think" he would say, "in
his grand manner, which he had lately
acquired, that my daughter will real
ly refuse to share her fathers tri-
umph."
sssa 49,
It was the night Of May 81. In the
Palais de Paris Garden the huge rail
track was ready, deeked out in gay col.
ors, with a great display of flags and
great array of lights. It might have
been draped with Grape, some said.
Behind It, on the wah OF the Palais de
Paris, were little colored lamps ready
to spell out In letters Of fire lie Tour
billion de la Mort"
Lemaitre was satisfied with the
track he was satisfied with the way
his name was displayed upon the pro-
gram. He was satisfied that he was
no longer an obscure inventor, but had
become a recognized mechanical gen.
ius. He probably believed that he
would die with the red ribbon Of the
Legion of Honor in his buttonhole,
leaving a fortune behind him.
Even Marcelle was ready 1t is true
that when she thought of Michel. TO
whom she was but lately betrothed,
she felt miserably unhappy, for she
had not dared to tell him what she was
going to do. Well enough she knew
that were she to tell him he would re-
fuse to allow her to do 1t. She had
obeyed her father; she had sacrificed
everything, she told herself, to do her
duty; yet even when she went into Ste.
Clotilde and prayed she found no hap
piness She saw each hour pass away
with utter dismay.
In the living room of their apart
ment in the Rue Monique, Jules Le-
maitre sat alone On the table before
him was the model OF THE Whirl-
wind of Death"
It had grown late, Now and again
Lemaitre looked at his watch. Mar
celle was long coming that night.
Poor little mouse!" he unused be-
nevolently; she works hard enough.
Well tomorrow she will earn fifty
francs in as many seconds. Her drudg-
cry over her hats won't last much
longer"
He smiled at his pleasant thoughts
and let the tiny car make a journey
and somersault.
AS It did so Marcelle returned.
Good evening, ma mic" said Le-
maitre pleasantly, looking up. How
late you are"
The girl remained silent, her lips
firm, though she was trembling. Le-
maitre saw there was something amiss.
"Ah, you are going to make another
scene!" he exclaimed. Don't, my
girl! Don't be so foolish All that is
settled"
Eyes, It is settled" said Marc"lle; II
am not going to ride in your car to-
morrow" ...
Lemaitre's lips moved, but no sound
came from them.
He looked at his daughter, who had
always obeyed him, worked for him
and loved him, and tried to understand
her refusal.
"You will not obey me?" he asked
mo. In this thing will not obey
you" Marcelle replied.
There was something so very Ike
finallty in her voice that Lemaitre felt
afraid.
"You desert me now, at the eleventh
hour" he exclaimed, after your prom
ise!"
81 did not know what l was promis-
ing," said Marcelle.
.Lemaitre saw that his daughter had
somehow found frmness to defy him,
It seemed that suddenly the whole
fabric Of his success was in danger. 1t
might not be possible at SO short a
1870 10 get any one else to ride In