Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1910-09-10
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seemed to bring out, with significant
emphasis, all the beauty of her form.
Her face, moreover, was more striking
still; her pretty blonde hair appeared to
curl SO naturally as utterly to defy the
mode of convention; her big blue eyes
dropped nlodestly as soon as she had be-
come conscious of his gaze. just long
enough to show the heavy fringed eye
lashes above. n then almost : as
quickly glanced up again; there had.
been a flush of rose in her Cheeks, and
q deeper scarlet on the lips that mad
smiled at him. Perhaps it was in the
smile itself-slow, langourous. inviting
that the whole woman had seemed
suddenly to lie revealed; and scarcely
able as yet to define it, Helmar felt that
the girls seeming simplicity was the
dangerous charm of the highest art,
and that he had gazed on the guile of
the serpent and not on the innocence of
the dove.
Puzzling a little as he walked along.
he cast back in his mind to chance
words that from time to time had fallen
haphazard from Jack Carleton's lips,
and, finally, in one sudden fash Of
memory, he came upon the clue.
Jeanne" he aid to himself. half aloud,
of course; that's who it is; jeanne"
Then, falling back unconsciously into
the slang of college days, he
added, "and she is q peach,
too: Jack told the truth for
once: no wonder he had his little
affair" And finally, as he mounted
the steps Of the broad piazza, he spoke
again. But pretty risky fun he NUT
tered, playing With fire. all right,
there are some women in the world.
that a mar wants to steer clear OF,
and l should put that girl down for
one of them"
He rang the bell. and almost inme~
diatcly there appeared in answer h
butler, thin, pale, and of uncertain
age, but even to Helmdr's unpractised
eye ~superlatlNely autocratic, hopelessly
correct. He seemed, inded, to be not
so much a human being as the living
embodiment OF all known rules Of
social etiquette, condensed, as II We're,
into the final perfect expression of a
type, before whom and whose asst
store of knowledge one could only bow.
humbly pra ying that the mistakes or
honest ignorance might graciously be
forgiven. Helmar, following in his
wake, felt properly sensible of the
honor lone him, as he was ushered up
the broad, winding staircase to the
entrance of the big square room at the
front of the house, where his guide
stopped, and most d~ecorously knocked.
In answer d great voice called Justify,
Come i'm and the cutler promptly
stepped to one side. MT. Carleton,
sir he observed, left orders that
you were to be admitted at once ana
thereupon, opening the door. he stood
respectfully back, and as Helmar en-
tered, closed it softly behind him.
Edward Carleton, attired in an old
fashioned quilted dressing gown, was
sitting up. reading. in his huge. high,
square bed. his back propped with Pill
lows ole. Well upward of 10,
he looked strong and active still: gaunt
with a wrinkled, ,yeather-beaten face,
a great bushy ~square-cut gray beard,
and fercely tufted eyebrows, while In
the eyes beneath them. as he slowly
took off his horn-rimmed spectacie5
and glanced up at his visitor, Helmar
caught an expression of lurking, hu-
morous kindliness that put him at once
in mind of Jack Carleton himself.
As Helmar advanced, the old man
reached out a gnarled and sinewy hama.
Good morning. SIR he said pleas
antly, II take it fna you're Doctor
Morrison's young man"
Helmar, as he took the proffered hand,
smiled TO himself at the old-fashioned
quaintness of the phrase. yes, sir"
he answered, that's my professional
title. In private life I'm Franz Helmar,
and in either capacity very much at
your service"
Edward Carleton nodded. Thank
you he answered courteously, and
then, more abruptly, you think you've
out here to see a sick man, doctor.
but you haven't. Just a bit Of a chill
Il managed to- let myself get caught
IN that shower yesterday afternoon