The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1911-11-16

to go alone, and said to him violently:
Don't think I'll make your life easy
for you, Frederigo. I'll make 1t
wretched; as wretched-'' and she
held out her fragile arms, and the
sleeves fell back, leaving them bare
as wretched as l an myself"
But she was lovely, and he said
narshly: Get yourself dressed. I'll
go change and meet you at the lift
She made him take a table in the
corner, where she sat in the shadow
on the sofa, overlooking the brilliant
room. Maxim's was no new scene to
either of them, no novelty Ponio-
towsky scarcely glanced at the crowd,
preferring to feast his eyes on his
companion, whose Indifference to him
made his abstraction easy. She was
hts property. He would give her his
title; she had demanded it from the
first. The Hungarian was little over
dressed, with his jeweled buttons, his
large boutonniere, his faultless
clothes, his single eye-glass through
which he stared at Lefty Lane, whose
delicate beauty was in fine. play; her
cheeks family pink, her starry eyes
humid with a dew whose luster is Of
the most precious quality. Her un-
shed tears had nothing to do with
Poniotowsky-they were for the boy.
Her heart sickened, thinking where
he might be; and more than that, it
cried out for him. She wanted him.
Oh, she would have been far better
for Dan than anything he could find
in this mad city, than anything to
which in his despair he could go for
consolation. She had kept her word,
however, to that old man, Mr.. Rug
giles; she had got out of the business
with fatal result, as far as the boy
was concerned She thought Dan
would drift here probably as most
Americans on their wild nights do for
a part of the time, and she had come
to see.
She wore a dress of coral pink,
tightly fitting high to her little chin,
and seemed herself like a coral strand
from neck to toe, clad in the color she
affected, and which had become cele-
brated as the Lefty Lane pink. Her
feathered hat hid her face, and she
was completely shielded as she bent
down drawing pictures with her bare
finger on the cloth. After a little
while she said to Poniotowsky with
out glancing at him:
eff you stare any longer like that,
FREDERICK, you'll break your eye-glass.
You know how | hate it."
Used as he was to her sharpness,
he nevertheless flushed and sat back
and looked across the room, where, to
their right, protected from them as
they were from him by the great door
a young man sat alone. Whether or
not he had come to MaXim's intending
10 join congeniai party, should he
find one, or to choose for companion
some ore OF the women who, at the
entrance CT the tall blond boy, stirred
and invited him with their raised
lorgnons and their smiles, will not be
kncw1. Dan Blair was alone, pale as
the pictures Lefty Lane had drawn on
the cloth, and he, too, Toasted his eyes
on the Ga1ety girl.
; by Jove!" said the Hungarian
under his breath, and she eagerly
asked: What? Whom? Whom dc
you see?"
! Turning his back sharply he evadet
! her question and she did not pursue
the idea, and as a physical weakness
overwhelmed her when PoniotOwsky
after a second said: Come, cherie
for heavens sake, let's go'-she me
chanically rose and passed out.
Several young men supping together
came over eagerly to speak to hel
and claim acquaintance with the Cal
/ ETY. girl and walked along out to the
motor. There Lefty Lane discovered
she had dropped her handkerchief
and sent the prince back for it.
AS though he had been waiting fol
the temperance of Poniotowsky, Dar
| Blair stood close to the little table
which Lefty Lane had left, her hand
kerchief in his hand. AS Poniotowsky
came up Dan thrust the small trifle
| of sheer linen into his waistcoa
pocket.
81 will trouble you for Miss Lanes
handkerchief" said Poniotowsky, hi:
| eyes cold
"You may" said Dan as quietly, hi:
blue eyes like sparks from a star
trouble me for hell" And lifting
from the table Poniotowsky's owl
half-emptied glass of champagne, the
boy flung the contents full in the
Hungarian's face.
The wine dashed against Ponitowsky':
lips and in his eyes. Blair laughed
out loud, his hands in his pockets
The insult was low and noiseless; The
little glass shattered as it fell so soft
ly that with the music it's gentle crash
was unheard.
Poniotowsky wiped his face tran
gully and bowed.
you shall hear from me after
have taken Miss Lane home"
Tell her." said the boy, where you
left the handkerchief, that's all.
CHAPTER XVIII.
Such Stuff as Dreams.