The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1910-10-11
By ALBERT BOISSIERE
Translated from the French b. Florence
C'-e5Ce- Jones.

intended, on the strength or this paper.
70 svenge your father
ooh, father father" William cried,
overcome with emotion "Yoa are right.
Il is a difficult situation for us both.
We cannot respect Addison Kingsley.
yet, on the other hand, I cannot feel
the same hatred for him, because, arter
al. he did not kill you or my mother"
William, l said. graYely, playing my
role TO the end with a pathOs which BY
strength of-continued practice had be-
come almost sincere, we ought to have
a great pity for him"
Yes. think so. too the doctor said,
"A sreat pity" repeated: "a pity
built Of remOrse"
''Remorse!" repeated the doctor. in
surprise
Yes, We have brought dishonor on
his name"
stop. father said the doctor, in a
tense voice.
We must have the courage to admit
the truth, my son." I replied. gravely
L was blinded by the glamour Of love
Tor many years. but now. with my ma
ture- years. 1 know that Addison Kings
ley was the real victim"
With bent head, the doctor murmured:
Yes, 7 am afraid that is true"
The telephone rang and Interrupted
US. William rose quickly
Hello, You cannot Gomez HellOl
Business AFFAIRS keep him. he said,
turning 10 ne. He will not be able 70
come down I am pleased I have no
wish % SEQ him. And you, father
William, you must not get into the
habit OF calling me father. In private
you insist upon doing SO, but you can
not call Us both BY that name. IT is alb
surd- 1t was arranged that you should
strictly to that. You have always called
Mr.. Kingsley father, and you must con-
tlnue doing go. II not, It will be con-
fuslng. Father here, and father therei
VOyonSi'
But I wish to do so when we are
alone" seid the doctor.
ct is impossible 1 insisted, &c
cause. before strangers, your tongue
might slip. you know.
He crossed over to the tea service that
the servant had arranged in the alcoVe
OF the drawing room and took one OF
the cups from the tray
Who are your other guestsT 1 asked.
Il have a surprise for Sou," he re-
piled, smiling.
"A SuTpriSeE
''Marcadian is going to bring his niece
with him this afternoon. This Is the
I first time that my fancee has called
here You are going TO see Evelyne az
! last. I have talked a great deal ABOUT
her. Now you viii see for yourself II
! she is not beautiful, / am quite sure
have told Marcadian everything. nc
I knows what you are to me. he knows
/ exactly how things stand"
You were wrong in doing So,
! said, annoyed.
I So I was going TO see Evelyne this
afternoon. I almost lost my head.
walked up and down the room, displac
/ inS, without motive. the music on the
piano, the magazines on the stand
was going to see my child. My hear
/ beat so I thought it would burst.
Here they arer' cried the doctor
who was standing by the window
/ Instinctively I walked away and sat
down in the most obscure corner of tbs
room
The door opened and the servant an
nounced:
"AIademoisselle Barrabas, Monsieur
/ Marcadian."
/ Nv eyes turned to the doorway. Eve
/ lyme stood there, looking like an ap
/ partition in her somber mourning gar.
ments Behind her stood MarcadiaT
with his sharp eyes and polished man
| nerS.
The Continuation of This Story VII
| BE Found In TomOrrOwTa
Issue of The Times