Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-02-07

| brose looked into the fire. 1t seemed as
though he We're debating with himself
whether he should speak of secret things
They are desperate men. these. he
said They will try first of all, to get
what they can from Lord E,llingham.
think that they will fail. Then they will
come to You. Anatoile came.
| She Shivered Her face was suddenly
pale. Don't mention that mans name"'
| she exclaimed.
| II am sorry,' he answered, humbly.
For the moment ! forgot. Yet listen to
me- Christine. if you will. | did not stop
| you when you vowed that the one object
| of your life was to find the man who had
escaped by our side from the Place Noirs
that night. There something right
! eous in your search. I figured to myself
that you would find him that you would
| say to him: Back to Paris. Back to
/ the aid of the man who. i'll addition To
| his own, is suffering for your crimes.
| did not imagine that it was only for the
! love of gold that you were hunting him
| down. l fancied that in your heart there
was some pity for the man who was
signing out his life behind the walls of a
French prison.
pity for him. she interrupted. scorn-
fully But | forget. You do not under
| stand. Listen. l did start out my
search with all the feelings in my heart
came time when | saw things differ
| entity.
The man was too clever for you, Am
brose muttered.
low tone and without any sign of resent
| ment. 1T was not that. indeed. only
found that things were different from
what / had imagined"
"And now Ambrose murmured. you
| take his money, You live in luxury on
his bounty It is not good thing.
Christine, for you are nothing to him, or
| he to you. 1t would be better to be free
| She shook her head. You do not I'M
| derstand," she said.
| He sat forward in his chair. The fire.
| light played upon his long, hagsard face
J his uneven features. his tangled hair. Yet
| the care he had taken with his Person
was not altogether wasted. His face. not
withst landing its strange setting. might
; have been, for those few moments, the
| face of poet a great enthusiast. His
! eyes were burning with the fires which
! We're consuming him.
| Christine" he said, IF it were pos
! sible for to steal away, you and l.
| and the little one here he added, draw
| ing his hand over Chicots head. IF il
were possible, | say. to steal away, to
| find some corner where the sun shone
and we were safe from pursuit, and for
YOU to have all the money that you could
spend all the luxurieS in which it were
possible to indulge. would you come
| Christine? Say to Greece" he continued
as one who has received Il happy inspira-
! ton. You have often spoken of Greece
/ 1t is a beautiful country. You would like
! to go there?"
Christine looked at him, as though
! doubtful whether he We're really in earn
! est. DO you mean with the piano.
she asked do you mean beg our way,
as we did in the old days?"
He threw out his hands with gesture
of contempt. NO" he answered. 81
want you to imagine, just imagine that
you We're rich, that l could make you
rich without the help of Lord Ellingham
or Marcel, or any of their kin. Would
you leave England then. steal away with
out word to any one?'
with you and Chicot?' she asked,
doubtfully.
with Chicot and me- he answered,
with trembling lips Have we not cared
for you always? Have you not been
dearer to us than our lives? Have we
ever failed your
She shook her head. 1T is not that
she said. After all, why need we dis
, cuss this seriously? 1t is all imaginat ton.
You have not fortune 10 give. Even if
you had
We'll" he interrupted. breathlessly,
''even if ] had?"
She shook her head. 4 think l have
had enough" she said, ''of playing the
vagrant. / think L have had enough or