The Washington times., 1910-10-30
The Bunch of NiOletS.


TOR two years 1 followed Mr..
- Teck's advice and attended to
business. 1 was Charles Doug
lass. and never once did my mask
drop aside. Little by little 1 began 10
look upon my old self as another man,
as some one whom 1 had known. L was
no longer separated from my native soil
by the width of the ocean. 4 great gap
was dug between me and the European
life, which / thought 1 should never be
able TO bridge over.
During these two years ] received from
Dr. Kingsley the CurLeSt letters. which
came at fixed dates, and always upon
business matterS-the letters Of a client
to his banker. No allusjOn was ever
made to the past or To the future
From time 10 time I was informed by
MdTCdCidn. with whom ! had taken
good care not to break OF all relations,
OF how things were IN Paris. he spoke
of Evelyne only incidentally, his letters
were always about the doctors mis-
anthropy, which since his return from
America had been marked. But ne as
sured me that Eyelyne was weil-sl-
ways incidentally.
MarCadiau only went by outside ap-
pearances. In his optimistic CORE
spondence he showed himself naively
happy with the fortune and the posi-
ton in society which his niece now
lelO- he SDDAe h4Lll a Sol u pei
Sonal pride of the magnificent house
which the doctor had built in the Bots
de BOulOgne and on the fashionable
life that Evelyue could lead nov. ~ udr
was all that wealth II she was not
happy2 I wondered where the woman
was who. had been the cause Of her
unhappiness. I had not heard anything
Of her for two years.
In the month of December / was call
ed away 10 Montreal on an important
l.rrl In Is.l1 nd hot
met her again.
In Montreal there is a Rue Richelieu,
a Rue Saint Dennis, and, better still,
there is the French language. At the
hotel where I put up ! heard the Nor
mandy tongue, the drawing accent
which went TO my heart I was de-
lighted. 1t was like a light breeze
which was borne to me from Nor
mandy, bringing with il souvenirs and
melancholy regrets
In the evening 1 walked through the
streets of the town. and I soon found
myself in the English quarter. 1 was
StrOlling up MacdOugal street, when my
attention was attracted by a brightly
illuminated entrance It was a cheaT
music hall. The brilliant sign and
posters announced the wonders Of the
French bOui-bOui and the extraordinary
/ English and American exhibits that
would be seen at the evening perform
ance. I went in and took a seat in
the orchestra.
The show had all the desultOry style
Of the usual music hall. First came
some girlS-pretty, made-up dOlls-ther
the usual most wonderful acrobat tht
world has ever seen Then came the
| Partisan singer Her foolish repertoire
at this distance from Paris, seemed tC
me TO be almost witty. Then l sudden
/ ~ sat upright in my seat. Was
dreaming l rubbed my eyes. for there
i on the stage before me stood Jim.
| did not look at the performance.
did not try TO make out the HindOO'.
| tricks. Ny eyes were riveted on the
/ little door in the center of the stage
which was being swayed gently back
ward and forward by the draft from
] the outside passages.
/ waited
/ The opera glasses JTembIed in m!
/ fingers as 1 lifted them quickly to m!
| eyes.
! Lucie came through the little door
! Was this Lucie-this vaudeville &C
/ tress in the hideOus makeup who ad
vanced toward the fOOtlights and whom