The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1911-02-15

bow.
For Monsieur" he murmured, and
vanished.
Peter Ruiz turned and opened the
note. 1t bore q faint perfume, 1t had
coronet upon the Zap of the en-
yelope, and It was written In deli
cate feminine handwriting.
{ Dear M. Rar::
" II you are not too tired with your
journey, will you call soon after one
o'clock to meet some old friends!
Blanche de Maupassim."
Peter Ruff drank his whisky and
soda, went up to his rooms, and made
a careful toilet Then he sent a page
up for Violet, who came down within
a few minutes. She was dressed with
apparent simplicity In q high-necked
gown, large hat and q single rope of
pearls. In place Of the usual gold
purse, she carried small white satin
bag, exquisitely hand-painted. Every
thing about her bespoke that elegant
restraint SO much a feature OF the
Partisan woman of fashion herself.
Peter Ruff, who had told her to pre-
pare for supping out, was at first
struck by the simplicity OF her attire.
Afterwards, he came to appreciate Its
perfection.
They went to the Cafs de Paris.
where they were the first arrivals.
People, however, began to stream in
before they had finished their meal.
and Peter Ruff, comparing his COM
penion's appearance with the moro
fiamboyant charms of these ladies
from the Opera and the theaters, be-
/ gan TO understand the numerous
glances of admiration which the Inn
questionable Frenchmen so often
turned in their direction. There was
between them, toward the end of the
meal, something which amounted al
most to nervousness.
You are going to keep your ap-
pointment tonight, Peter?" his COM
| panion asked.
Peter Ruff nodded.
AS soon as have taken you home
he said. 81 shall probably return
late, SO we will breakfast here to-mor-
row morning. IL you like. at half-past
| twelve. will send note to your
room when | am ready"
She looked him In the eyes.
Peter" she said. " supposing tina,
rote doesn't come!
He shrugged his shoulders.
My dear Violet" he said, you and
Tor rather !, for you are not con
H., ls 10 y aH a
little different from the lives of mos
Of the people around us. The million
pay their taxes and they expect police
protection in times of danger. Fol
me there lie no such resource. My life
| las its own splendid compensations.
/ have weapons with which to fight any
plain to you is this-that IL you heal
no more of me, you can do nothing
IF that note does not come to you in
the morning. you can do nothing. Wal
here for three days, and after that &C
back to England You will find let
I Ter on your desk. telling you there ex
/ Ictly what to do"
g You have something In your mind.
/ sihe said, of which you have not TOLD
me-
have nothing" he answered
/ firmly Upon my honor. know o
40 possible cause of offense which ou1
friends could have against me. Theil
/ luminous is, will admit, somewha
extraordinary, but l go to obey 1t alb
bolutely without fear. You can sleeI
rel, Violet We lunch here to-mor
Tow, without DOUBT"
observation-disclosures ---.----.s
I They drove back to the hotel almost
in silence Violet was looking fixedly
out OF the window of the taxicab, al
though interested in watching the
4 crowds upon the street. Peter Ruf
appeared to be absorbed in his owl
thoughts. Yet perhaps they were boti
Of them nearer to one another thar
either surmiHed. Their parting in tn,
hail of the Continental Hotel was un
emotional enough. For q momen
Peter Ruff had hesitated when he
hand had lain In his. He had openet
his lips as though he had something
to say. Her eyes grew suddenly softe
seemed to seek his as though begin,
for those unspoken words. But Pete
Ruff did not say them then.
g shall be back all right" he said
Good night. Violet! Sleep we'll! :
He turned back towards the waitin,