The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1910-10-19
By ALBERT BOESSIERE
Translated from the French 6y Florence
CrezUs- Jones.

loved studio. which had been the scent
OF the happiest 5 OF my life. gave
last look at Itue OF Life" as II
stood white and = .tening on It's pedes.
tai Under the spell Of this mute mar
bic. the spot seemed hencefOrtI sacred
The soul OF the house my deId wife
Gabrielle, had carried the secret Of hap
piness away with her.
I could not put aside the memories
mat all these surroundings evoked
the wide dtvon. where had rested
when l was tired from my work. the
porueres which hung from the stained
glass WINDOWS, the paintings IN of AID
water color, gifts from friends; beauti-
iul drawings, the rare books on tle
shelves Of my bookcase. All the books
/ loved were in this roOm-here were
the fragments OF myself
All my treasures were arranged ms,
as ! had LETT them. and a vague feel
ing came TO me. that this touching at
tention OF my daughter would one dav
have It's reward An inward voice v-his-
pered 20 me, that one day I should COM
back. hat I should end my days IN the
quietUde Of my little cottage.
When We returned TO the dog cart
Mother Care, who was talking 70 old
Tape a rOeil. looked at US curiously
l heard her whisper to the old soldier.
Isn't that a lucky thing for Made
moiseIle Evelyne: who would believe
that she would make such a good match
as that, after what happened"
heard old Tape a TOen say:
What a dreadful face the old man
hasr'
And we returned slowly to Saint
Mande IN time for luncheon
Il was on the afternoon OF the same
day that Addison Kingsley, from whom
one might be prepared for anything,
changed en- ,,5yt with one Of his great moves,
Little did I imagine what terrible
consequences would result from this
new move OF his. At first rose I'D
against his wishes, and then after a
little reflection. the most elementary
logic forced me to rally, and like a
beginner in game. I poor fool. mag
med that held the trump cardsi"
It was about o'clock in the after
noon when the millionaire arrived at
saint Mande. He was in an unusually
thing unforeseen was coming.
The doctor was absent, and Kings.
ley began at once to tell me his
plans. What fool I had been to
arrange the future TO my own liking.
But 1t was the millionaire, always
course Of events.
My friend" he said, as soon as We
were alone In the library. At 4:30
on Friday Ehe Touraine sails from
Havre-at 4:30. Today is Saturday,
you have hye days to get your things
lose"
1 refused quietly. but firmly. 10 go
to America with him.
You seem to have forgotten what
l told you the other day at TIE
Salon." said.
He burst into one of his exasperat-
ing laughs
viii you be good enough TO listen
to what 1 have to say. instead OF
chattertnB like a magpie. You sure
ly do not think that / am going to
give you millions Of dollars for this
pleasure OF seeing you twirl your
thumbs FOR the rest Of your DAYS.
idling your time here with nv i'm
ter. am not going to tell you all
my plans l viii explain nv inten-
tons when we arrive on the Other
side of the pond. For the present
you have only one thing to do. that
is to obey. undeTs tand, to obey. Lis
ten to me, Charles. it is not moral
1 mean ii, moral that is a word thai
bachelor like you should rot wish
some one to benefit by his fortune.
You have no heirs, Douglass.'
''Evelyne," I stammered.
Yes, vesi Evelvne and William. You
speak like a BOBBY. It is not Barrahas
to whom I am Speaking Just for the
moment; 1t is Douglass. nv business
partner Now, tell you. It is ONLY
moral that Douglass should have an
heir And the quickest way TO get one
is to take the shortest cut !"
The shortest cut!'
Perfectly. Now. for instance. you
have among your friends or acuuaint
apees young Wan-damp i, can't you