Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1912-05-21

has told him a little story about mel
am sure of it. He has refused to make
my acquaintance"
And you were content?"
Estermen spread out his pudgy hands.
What can one DOR he muttered. ''The
man is quick-tempered. He dined to-
night in the country at the Maison Leon
dor with Madame. 1t was there that I
sought an introduction with him. 1t was
impossible for me to force myself"
you know where to find him, 1 sup
pose?"
81 know the hotel at which he is
staying"
Make it your business to find him"
Herr Freudenberg ordered. Bring him
with you, if before / o'clock, to the Alb
baye Theleme; if afterwards to the Rat
Mort"
fisherman looked stolidly puzzled.
"Am 1 to mention the subject of the
toys to Herr Freudenberg's manufac-
ture?"
Herr Freudenberg tore a corner from
the program which lay on the table be-
tween them, and wrote single word
upon it.
STUDY that at your leisure, my
friend" he said "Pay attention to the
task 1 impose upon you. Nothing is
more important in my visit to Paris
than that 1 should make the acquainS-
ance of this person. Much depends
upon it. 1 rely upon you, fisherman.
fisherman thrust the morsel of paper
into his waistcoat pocket. Then he
leaned a little closer to this man who
seemed to be his master.
Her Freudenberg," he began, 81 spoke
of a lady in the Avenue de st. Paul,
the companion tonight of the person
whose acquaintance you are anxious to
make"
What of her?" Herr Freudenberg
asked calmly. There are many ladies,
without a doubt, who live in the Avenue
de ST. Paul"
1.-The name of this one" Estermen
continued slowly. lis Madame Christie
phor."
Herr Freudenberg sat quite still in
his place. His eyes seemed fixed upon
d cluster of the roses which hung down
from the other side of the sweet-smell-
ing barrier by which they were sur
rounded. Yet something had gone out of
his face, something, fresh had arrived
The half contemptuous curl OF the lips
was finished. His mouth now was
straight and hard, his eyes set, the deep
lines upon his forehead and around his
mouth were suddenly insistent. He sat
so motionless that his face for a mo-
ment seemed as though 1t were fash
toned in wax, Then his lips moved. he
spoke in a whisper which was almost
naudible
"Henriette."
From across the table his companion
watched him. At first she was puzzled
When she heard the womans name
which came so softly from his lips, she
turned pale. Herr Freudenberg recov-
cred from his fit of abstraction almost
as quickly as he had lapsed into it.
81 thank you, Estermen," he declared.
1T is coincidence, this. / am Obliged
for your forethought in mentioning it.
Until later. then"
The man made a somewhat clumsy
bow. glanced admiringly at Herr Freu-
denberg's companion, and departed. Herr
Freudenberg was shaking his head
slowly
Il fear" he said softly himself.
sometimes I fear that 1 am not so we'll
served as might be in Paris. However,
We shall see. For the moment let us
Danish these dull cares if you are ready,
Marguerite I think 1 might suggest
that the nearer way to the opera is by
the Champs Elysees."
She rose to her feet and gave him
her hand for a moment as she passed.
IF one could only find as easily the
way to your heart dear maker of toys"
she murmured.