Arizona republican. [volume] (Phoenix, Ariz.) 1890-1930, 1911-10-15
AMONG THE
PERSONALS
BY n. e. TWlNEllS.
Copyright, 1910. by the Pearson Pub
fishing company.
BY n. e. TWlNELLS.

Enock on the door and Tillinghas
opened ii to admit a yelled lady. AM
announce, with an Introductory ges
ture:
Miss Macarthur"
The woman threw her veil back anC
smiled first TO Tyson and then t
Flaubert. The smile was very cyni
cal, and the resultant expressions. a.
her botched face came TO view, showed
surprise, horror and pain.
Tell these good people what you
have learned concerning Nine. Flora
Flaubert," said Tillinghast. with an
other sweep of his expressive hand.
Miss Macarthur turned and fixed
her eyes coldly on the glaring orbs
OF Flaubert and replied firmly:
"Flaubert was convicted Of theft in
Rheims. She is the wife of Jacques
Pierre, a French pantomime artist,
She married him in Paris last year
and ran away from him 10 America.
A Frenchwoman who answered my ad-
Hertisement told me the whole story"
But, | say, where's your proof"
queried young Tyson
There" answered Tillinghast.
| pointing dramatically to the two
French women. who had caught in
their breath sharply, and were staring
at each other, Flaubert trembling Wis
IDLY and guilt plainly written on her
striking face.
Tyson collapsed. The Frenchwomen
huddled together, as though for pro-
lection.
Il say gasDed Tyson, reaching out
a wavering hand which met Tilling-
hast's, you know, it was ever so good
of you. never imagined it. You
have pulled me out of beastly hole,
old man"
Thank Miss Macarthur" replied Til
linghast. stepping over to Flaubert and
remarking in low tone, which could
not be heard by the others:
'Flaubert, you're a criminal.
thought something was up when you
refused to recognize me at the Astor
to-day. You've just missed adding
bigamy 10 your other crimes. You
ruined Miss McArthur's face in the
bargain"
1T is not finished. I made a mis-
take. l put on oxalic acid by mistake
| can fix it in minute" cried Flau-
bert, white with terror, clasping her
hands and trying to appeal to him
with her eyes.
You want to leave American" TIL
linghast asked idly.
Yes" she breathed anxiously.
Il could think OF nothing bet
ter for America" he smiled. Sup
posing you repair the damage to Miss
McArthur's face at once. Complete
your work and you can CO."
She flew to trunk and pulled out
a little work box. Miss Macarthur sat
on the lounge and Flaubert worked
over her earnestly for fifteen minutes,
repairing the damage skilfully. Mean
while Tyson paid and dismissed the
Justice of the Peace and his two de-
tectives and Tillinghast watched Flau-
bert's work narrowly.
1T is finished" she exclaimed sud-
denly, throwing down a chamois skin.
"A little treatment by any specialist
and 1t will now be all right"
Tillinghast opened the door and Ty-
son followed Miss Macarthur out.
Neither said a word to Flaubert, who
had crumpled in a corner.
When they reached the dock TIL
linghast queried:
Are you seeing Miss Macarthur
home, Tyson"
Il should be pleased to-" answered
the young fellow feelingly, for it was
quite evident that he had swung back
to his admiration of the actress, now
that her face presented a more normal
appearance.
Not IL | know it." exclaimed Miss
Macarthur. I've had enough of you.
You're Johnny and you always will
be a Johnny" she turned on Tyson
savagely. "and It would have served
you right If Flaubert had married
you"
Tillinghast shook Tyson's hand in
parting and put Miss Macarthur in a
taxi. stopping just long enough to as
sure her that he would be responsible
for the bill to finish the work on her
face.
Next night at the club, the same
man he had talked with before the
fireplace on the preceding day came
up and smiled to Tillinghast:
81 see Flaubert sailed to-day, heap
ing maledict!ons on the heads OF all
Americans, calling US crude. and say
ing we had no chivalry and were ig-
norant of all sporting instinct"
Yes, that's what they all say" re-
piled Tillinghast in his usual weary
tone, and | guess it's more or less
true"
Il suppose that poor woman whose
advertisement you showed me among