The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1910-09-02
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ate intensity. You have been III"
Just a little off color he adult
ted casually. but I'm all right now
You are staying here-not alone"
Yes; with my maid she said.
You are-shocked? What does it
matter? All the world knows how he
has treated me--that have lcf. h!.l.
| ann at the Eagle Ho,e' No1.-yo
will come ari see me, Ronald? Oh.
but must not call You 'hoGa d.
i forgo; 1t is the name by wli"l
think of .5ou Forgive me-
There is nothing to lo:st2, he
said, still unwisely, sull in ignorance
of the reason for her agitation, be-
attributed it to the suddenncss OF
their meetins; 10 the painful memo
ries his presence recalled. "Ot course
III come and see You. But--l'm afraid
youth think me presumpJious-but i,
Monte Carlo exactly the place
mean, wouldn't you be bette" more
comfortable in England You don't
play, suppose?"'
She hung her head and sisAa3
YEARLY, her hands puched at each
other.
no; l tried England, but it was
too quiet. could do nothing bu,
think, think. / came here for the
excitement, the gaiety. i play in tho
hope OF distraction; il does net
amuse me--I don't care whether
win or lose-but | manage to forget
myself for Il time, and that is some
thing gained it keeps me from go
ing mad But I'm shocking YOU again.
How ,hiE you've sot-a,most as thin
as am. Look" She drew the costly
cloak from her arm, and held it out
with shy, nervous laugh.
Poor little woman! he muttered
under his breath; but She heard him,
and her face flushed
Il ike 10 hear you say that She
said And yet another mans pity
would be mtolerable. You are at the
Paris"
Ronald nodded.
"Mr. Blandon and Mr.. Clemson are
there"
And esre you going to stay sac
put in, with a quick breath. That
will be nice, Have you Just come
from England? Tell ne all the
news. she stopped short, and glanc.
ed at him with a sudden fear; but
she was reassured. no man who
was happy in his love could look as
he did
Ronald said that he hJd not been
to England, that he had been yacht
ing since they had last seen each
her; and she was still more great
" reassured. She leaned lack so
that her eyes could dwell on him,
and a peaceful and restful eNpre5-
sion stole into her face. They lis
tened to the music Tor a time; then
she murmured regretfully:
1t is getting late, isn't it? | must
he going"
"Tll see you TO the hotel he said
and he drew the cloak round her
She leaned towards him, almost
against him, and her lips trembled
as her hand touched his.
They passed through the gambling
saloon, and Ronald saw that the man
with the awful countenance was still
there.
Dreadful kind of person that, he
observed inyoluntarily.
She looked at the Count, and nod
ded absently.
es. he makes me shudder. He
IS here every night. They say he
is mad. with the gambling madness.
Generally loses-well, OF course, loses
in the end, as all of them do!'
And precious good thing, too
said Ronald, in his downright way.
If it wasn't 50, the place would
be crammed with idiots like that
fellow. He's a Count, I'm told
Yes. There is some mystery con
corning him-at least, they say so
/ There are all sorts of stories, ru
mors, about him; it is said that he
has d woman, a wife or a daughter
shut up in a villa at San Reno. Nc
one has seen her-I mean, in the
streets. bat some persons have caught
glimpse OF her in the grounds OF
at one of the windows. You know
the house? The grounds are large
and the Count has built lodge ano
put up great iron gates at the en-