Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1909-09-22
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and the dark. saturnine face of trust
ed servant appeared behind it. This
secret espionage had been going on for
days in the chateau. Scarcely move
was made or word spoken by the
white people that escaped the atten-
ton of the swarthy spy. And, curious.
ly enough. these spies were no longer
reporting their discoveries to Holdings
worth Chase.
The days passed. Hollingsworth
Chase now realized that he no longer
had authority over the natives. Rasu-
III made the reports for the islanders
and took charge of the statements
from the bank.
Every morning Chase rode boldly
into the town. transacted what bust
ness he could, talked with the thor
oughly disturbed bankers and then de-
family made his way to the chateau.
He was in love with the. princess
desperately in love. He understood
| perfectly-for he was man of the
world and cosmopolitan-that nothing
could come of it. She was princess,
and she was not in Ii story book; she
could not marry him.
So far as Genevra was concerned, on
her part it could mean no more than
n diversion, Il condesceusion to coquet-
ry. u simple Irritation: it meant the
passing of Il few days. the killing of
time, the pleasure of gentle conquest,
and then-forgetfulncss. All this he
knew.
At first She revolted against the
court he SO plainly paid to her in these
last few days. 1t was bold, conscience
less. impairment She avoided him;
she treated him to short season of
disdain; she did all in her power to re-
buke his effrontery-and then in the
end she decided TO give him as good
as he sent in this brief battle of folly.
1t mattered little who came off with
the fewest scars, for in fortnight or
two they would go their separate ways,
no better, no worse. for the conflict.
And, after all. it was very dull in these
last days, and lie was very attractive
and very brave and very gallant and,
above all, very sensible.
They rode together i'll the park every
morning, keeping well out of range Of
marksmen in the hills. Their conflict
was with the eyes, the tone of the
voice, the intervals Of silence; no touch
Of the handwriting except the strate-
gies of Eros.
What did it matter if few dead
fronIy1cnc fnrv 1n1 n o..
blasted hopes. We're left strewn upon
the battlefield at the end of the fort
night? What did anything matter SO
long as FRINGE Karl of Brabetz was
not there?
One night toward the end Of this
week of enchanting rencounters-this
week of effort to uncover the vulner
able spot in the others armor-Ge-
nevra stood leaning upon the rail
which inclosed the hanging garden.
She was gazing abstractedly into the
black night. out of which far away
blinked the light in the bungalow. 1t
was the first night in IL week that he
had missed coming to the chateau.
She missed him. She was lonely.
He had told her of the meeting that
was to be held at the bungalow that
night at which he WAS to be asked to
deliver over to Rasulas committee the
papers. the receipts and the memoran-
da that he had accumulated during his
months of employment i'll their behalf.
She had II feeling of drcad-a numb.
sweet feeling that she could not eX-
plain except that under all of it lay
the proud consciousness that he was
a man who had courage man who
WAS not afraid.
How silly ami" she said half aloud
in her abstraction.
She turned her gaze away from the
blinking light in the hills. queer
guilty smile on her lips.
Across the garien from where she
was laying herself bitterly Lady Dep
rin.lam.s husband WIS saying IN lewg,