Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1911-02-01
fContinued From YesterdAy.)

Cathewe motioned aside the FISH and
reached for his sauterne. Il have loved
you faithfully and Loyalty for seven
years. have tried to win you by all
those roads a man nay honorably trav-
erse In quest of the n woman For
seven years; and for something like
three I have stayed away at your COM
mand. VII you believe III Sometimes
hands ache for his throat. .
Smile. they are looking"
II was a crooked smile. why did I
ever tell your"
Why did you ever tell mo
only part2 1t 10 the other part / wish
to know. Till / learn what thai IL I
shall never leave you You will find
that there is q difference between love
and i~nfatuation."
las l have never known i~nfatuation
/ cannot tell the difference. Now. no
more, unless you care to see me break
down before them. For. II you tell me
that you have loved me seven years. 1
have loved him eight" cruelty. for
Cathewe was pressing her cruelty.
Devil take HIM What do you find
In the man2"
What do you find In me?" her eyes
filled with anger.
Forgive me, Hildegarde; I am blind
and mad tonight. I did not expect to
find him here, either"
Breitmann had tried Intellectually to
read their lips. She had given her word,
and once given he knew of old that she
never broke 1t; but he was keenly alive
that in some way he was the topic OF
thu inatf6IhIo oopUaraatIop Aa he sat
here tonight he knew why he had never
owed Hildegrade. why. in fact. he had
never loved any woman. The one great
passion which comes In the pan of life
was centered in the girl beside him. d.
viding her moments between him and
Fitzgerald. Strange. but he had not
known II till he saw the W women to-
gether. For once his nice calculations
had ceased to run smoothly; there ap-
peared now a knot in the thread for
which he saw no untying.
You do not sing o ?" asked Laura
across the table.
No" Hildegarde answered, my voice
is gone"
oh. / am so sorry"
1T does not matter. l can hum a
little to myself; there Is yet some
pleasure In that. But In opera, no.
never again. Has not Mrs. Coldhe'd
told you? Nor Imagine! One light
in Dresden, In the middle of he aria,
my voice broke miserably and : could
not go on"
And her heart nearly broke with
It." interposed Mrs. Coldfield, with the
best Intentions, nearer the truth than
she knew. Il am sorry, Laura, that l
never told you before"
Hildegarde laughed. Sooner II later
this must happen. l worked too hard,
perhaps. At any rate, The opo:a will
know M no more"
There was the hard blue of flint In
Cathewe's eyes as they me- and held
Breitmann's. There was a duel, and
the latter was routed. But hate burned
lercely in the breast against the man
who could compel him to lower his eyes
Some day he would pay back that
glance.
Now, M. Ferraud had missed nothing.
He twisted the talk into other chan
nels with his usual adroitness. but all
the while there was bubbling in his
mind the news that these two men had
met before. The history OF Hildegarle
Won Mitter was known to him. But
how much did she know, or this man
Cathewe2 The woman was a thorough
bred. He, Anatole Ferraud, knew; II
was his business to know; and hat she
should happen upon the scene he cun-
sidered as one of these rare good pisces
of luck that fall to the lot of few.
There would be something more than
treasure hunting here; an intricate
comedy-drama, with as many well-de-
fined sides as a diamond. He alto his
endive with pleasure and slipped the old
yellow Pol Roger with his eyes beam
ing toward the gods. To be. after O
fashion. the prompter behind the
scenes: to be able to read the final
line before the curtalnl T'utttrfiies and
butterflies and pins and pins.
DID Laura note my # the ~portuntous
glances, those EXCHANGED hetwcau the
singer and Cathewe and Breitmanh ?
Perhaps. At all events she felt a
curiosity to know how long Hlidegarde
Won Mitter had known her f4rher's Sec
rotary. There was no envy IN her heart
as again she acknowledged the beauty
of the other woman; moreover, size
liked her and was going TO Ike her
more. Impressions were made ipon
her almost instantly, for sod or bad,
and rarely changed.
She turned ottsnsst 70 y~Stzgerald. ops