Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-02-19
CHAPTER XXXVIII.

There is but one friend in life for a
man. one friend only" Ambrose declared.
his eyes fixed generously upon the glass
he held out before him. women are
faithful sometimes. money comes and
goes. this remains
He slipped at his tumbler with the air
OF one deliberately testing the quality Of
its contents Then. he set it down and
looked steadily at Haunaway, who sat
by his side.
You, he said, have not learned yet
to appreciate the Joy OF numbed senses,
of artificial life. Why should you?" he
added. half dreamily. You are young
and straight. handsome, / suppose. The
woman YOU love will be faithful to you
for a time, at least. Men do not look
strangely at YOU i'm the streets. You are
a reasonable part of the great wheel of
life. The hidden joys are not for you.
You mean something
Hannaway shrugged his shoulders.
"Why did you send for me- he asked,
curiously.
Ambrose was silent. He was still wear
ing the blue serge clothes. the correct
collar and tie. with which he had started
the morning. but the clothes were splash
ed with mud, the tie was disarranged. the
collar crumpled. His eyes were blood
shot, his face was patchy. Hannaway
there for many hours.
why did 1 send for you?' Ambrose
muttered. why. because there are times
when I must talk to somebody. even II 1t
who hang about the bar must talk
to some one or shall go mad. Tonight
he continued, passing his hand across his
forehead. there is band here. / feel
it pressing, pressing all the time. some
times there is singing in my ears. then
q quiet l can hear the wind blowing In
the poplar trees, and 1 can feel the music
of the organ growing again beneath my
fingers ! can hear her step as she came
eyes bright with daring. but softened
little with the joy of the music. She
was gay in those days. gay. indeed
Hannaway passed his cigar case across
the little table, but the hunchback shook
his head.
NO" he said. If 1 smoke. cannot
drink 50 long, and smoking does nothing
for me. Did you know her mother"' ne
asked, abruptly.
Il saw her once or twice." Hannaway
answered.
Ambrose shook his head She went
wrong he said. She was at heart an
evil woman. That poor Englishman over
there was after all but a tool In their
hands her brother Marcel's and hers.
They made him marry her. He was des-
perate and he did not care what he did.
They thought he was an Engiishman and
rich. But they were wrong. He too.
was pauper in those days"
They were bad days for him. Hanna
way said thoughtfully. You know. I
suppose. what is going to happen?"
A fire flashed in Ambrose's eyes. Il
know he answered, land am glad. He
has taken her away from me- He must
pay the price. Leblun is waiting and
watching. Leblun knows. Soon he will
strike. "Oh. l am glad. She will be
sorry soon that she did not trust me.
would have saved him. l would have
saved him somehow.
Not even you could have done that
Hannaway answered. Besides Leblun,
there is Marcel, in prison, to be brought
before the magistrates tomorrow and sent
back to France.
The dwarf laughed. You do not read
your newspapers" he said. Marcel was
arrested last night. but it was a corpse
that they dragged into the cells. He
took poison as they led him into the Office
at Scotland Yard. He lived for an hour
or So but he never opened his lips
Hannaway stared at the other. incredu-
icus, amazed. Ambrose reached out his