The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1911-10-23

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"MfEs Macarthur"
The woman threw her veil back an,
smiled first to Tyson and then {
Flaubert. The smile was very cyni
cal. and the resultant expressions, q!
her botched face came 70 view, showed
surprise, horror and pain.
Tell these good people what yol
have learned concerning Nine Flora
Flaubert," said Tillinghast, with an
,ther sweep OF his expressive hand,
Miss Macarthur turned and fixed
her eyes coldly on the glarng orbs
Of Flaubert and replied firmly.
"Flaubert was convicted of theft in
Rheims. She is the wife of Jacques
Pierre, French pantomime artist,
She married him In Paris last year
and ran away from him to America.
A Frenchwoman who answered my ad-
vertisement told me the whole story
But, | say, where's your proof?"
lueried young Tyson.
There" answered Tillinghast.
pointing dramatically to the two
French women, who had caught in
their breath sharply, and were staring
ut each other, Flaubert trembling Wis
ibly and guilt plainly written on her
striking face.
Tyson collapsed. The Frenchwomen
huddled together. as though for pro
lection.
Il say" gasped Tyson, reaching out
wayering hand which met Tilling.
hast's, you know, it was ever so good
of you. I never imagined it. You
have pulled me out of a beastly hole
old man."
THANK Miss Macarthur" replied Til
linghast, stepping over to FIaubert and
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
today. You've just missed adding
bigamy to your other crimes. You
ruined Miss McArthurs face in the
bargain"
ut is not finished. made a mis-
lake. l put on oxalic acid by mistake.
can fix it in a minute" cried FIau-
bert, white with terror, clasping her
hands and trying to appeal to him
With her eyes.
you want to leave America" Til |
inghast asked idly.
"Yes," she breathed anxiously.
II could think of nothing bet
er for America" he smiled. "sup.
'osing you repair the damage to Miss
dcArthur's face at once. Complete
our work and you can go"
She flew to trunk and pulled ont
little work box. Miss Macarthur sat
n the lounge and Flaubert worked
yer her earnestly for fifteen minutes,
the damage skilfully. Mean.
'hile Tyson paid and dismissed tha
ustice of the Peace and his two de-
sctives and Tillinghast watched Flau
erts work narrowly.
ut is finished" she exclaimed sud.
emily, throwing down a chamois skin
A little treatment by any specialist
nd II will rpxr f,O oIl
Tillinghast opened the door and Ty
IN followed Miss Macarthur out
either said word to Flaubert, whc
ad crumpled in a corner
When they reached the dock Til
nghast queried:
Are you seeing Miss McArthm n
1me, Tyson?"
Il should be pleased to-" answered
70 young fellow feelingly, for it wai n
lite evident that he had swung bacl
his admiration Of the actress. nov
at her face presented more norma Il
,pearance. II
mot if I know it," exclaimed Mis-.
cArthur. "Ive had enough Of you II
'ure Johnny and you always vii
a Johnny" she turned on Tysor
vagely "and it would have served II
u right if Flaubert had married H
u"
shook Tysons hand ir II
rting and put Miss Macarthur in "a
Si, stopping just long enough to as u
re her that he would be responsible \
the bill TO finish the work on hei
e.
s
Next night at the club, the sans
IN he had talked with before the
aplace on the preceding day came
and smiled to Tillinghast:
l see Flaubert sailed to-day, heap 4
maledictions on the heads of al <
calling us crude. and say 4
we had no chivalry and were ig M
'ant of all sporting instinct" 6
Yes, that's what they all say" re S~
ed Tillinghast in his usual weary -.
e, "and | guess it's more or less
O." 6
| suppose that poor woman whose
-ertisement you showed me among
Personals will never see Flau
t again?"
Probably not" replied Tillinghast,
t then, she'll doubtless find some
y else to do the work. She is prob