Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-01-27
CHAPTER XII.

Three nights later Gilbert Hannaway
sat at dinner In one Of the most famous
restau ants Of Paris. His companion
he had many friends on that side OF the
channel-touched him on the arm.
"My dear Gilbert" she said, ''you
asked me to point out to you what
should recognize as the real Partisan
type, the absolutely smart woman. Look!
l show her to you. There! The girl In
the black dress and the hat with white
feathers. Believe me. that is the last
thing which Paris can show you. Her
shoes, her jewels, her furs, the cut OF
that long jacket, the little dog with the
gold collar she has under her arm-they
are all Of the moment, the latest thing.
There Is your type for you
Gilbert Hannaway was used to sur
open-eyed and for a moment speechless
at the girl and her escort. who, preceded
by a couple Of maitres d'hotel, and leav-
ing in their wake a little train Of at.
tendants-a page boy, a clOak-rOOm at
tendant and the hurrying manager of the
restaurant himself-were passing toward
a table in the middle of the room which
had evidently been reserved for them
Marvellous Transformation though 1t was.
Hannaway had not a seconds doubt as
the personality VI tu6 WONlaQ Ills COIl-
panion had pointed out 1t was the girl
whom, three days before, he had seen
drawn into the train at Victoria-shabby,
bewildered, dressed in the same clothes
in which she had tramped the streets.
singing to the miserable music thumped
out by the hunchback. Hannaway drew
a little breath. He looked across the
restaurant, but he saw dark alley lead
ing from the Strand. saw the raindrops
glittering about the dingy gas lamps and
falling softly upon the soaked pavement;
He saw the little group gathered around
the piano, with its cracked notes and
wheezy chords. He saw the figure Of the
hunchback bent over his task. the girl,
with white. still face, singing as though
in sullen defiance of the emptiness around
her. He saw the monkey sitting on the
barrow. with something of the hopeless
ness Of the other two reflected in his
own changeless face. Even the sound
of the girls voice seemed to reach him
as he sat there. Then 1t all faded away.
He heard her laugh as she turned softly
to her companion. Already 1t seemed to
him that the beauty which had lain DOR
mant beneath her white, strained features
was subtly reasserting itself. Hannaway
called for the bill.
LET us CO." he said to his companion.
1--WE have only Ave minutes to get to the
CapucineS.
Christine toyed with her caviar, and
tested the temperature OF the champagne
WIFI lie Hi VI OhS " WhOAA eASSo Till So
were part of the routine of life. She
nodded her approval to the anxious
waiter and turned to her companion.
There are no English people here" she
said You need not look SO worried"
The marquis shrugged his shoulders.
Zone cannot TELL" he answered. THE
English are everywhere. There was a
young man who has just left. I could
not see his face, but his figure was Eng
lish. / think 1t Is imprudent. this dining
in public for many reasons"
Christine laughed softly. Her voice
seemed to have lost it's ill-natured ring.
of YOU had iined." she said, "as have
dined for the last few years, I think that
Won would not mind little risk
Incidentally" he remarked, politely,
"the risk is mine. not yours
1--WE share it," she answered, carelessly.
Come let us not spoil our dinner by
imagining things
Her companion had not the air of a
man to whom the enjoyment of anything
was possible just at that moment. He
was looking paler and thinner even than
when he had left England. There were
deep lines about his mouth. His eyes
seemed set farther back. He had the un-
easy, self-conscious look of the man who
is wondering whether he is observed.
lone should cultivate the art of for
licious truffies.'
For YOU" he muttered. cit is easy
enough. You are young and You come
from hard times. For me it is different.
think that after tonight shall hire .