The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1912-10-02


Request the Fourth Officer to send down
tne lady who is waiting for Mr.. Tillinghast"
Nine Flora Flaubert, outraged, was
nol0ng an animated conversation with the
iroWsy trenchwoman, and Tyson was talk
ing to the Justice of the Peace.
In minute there came a double knock
on the door and Tillinghast opened it to
admit yelled lady, and announce, with
an Introductory gesture.
Miss Macarthur"
The woman threw her veil hack and
smiled first to Tyson and then to Flaubert.
The smile was veryscynical, and the result
ant expressions, as her botched face came
to view, showed surprise, horror and pain.
Ieu these good people what you have
learned concerning Nine Flora Flaubert,"
said Tillinghast, with another sweep Of his
expressive hand.
Miss Macarthur turned and fixed her eyes
coldly on the glaring 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 advertisement told me the
whole story"
"But, l say, where's your proof"
queried young Tyson.
"There!" answered Tlhnghast, pointing
dramatically to the two French women,
who had caught in their breath sharply
and were staring at each other, Flaubert
trembling visibly and guilt plainly written
on her striking face.
Tyson collapsed. The Frenchwomen
huddled together, as though for protection.
II say" gasped Tyson, reaching out
wavering hand which met Tillinghast's,
"you know, it was ever so good of you.
never imagined it. You have pulled me
out of beastly hole, old man."
"Thank Miss Macarthur" replied Til
linghast, stepping over to Flaubert and re-
marking in a low tone, which could not be
heard by the Others:
"Flaubert, you're criminal thought
something was up when you refused to
recognize me at the Astor to-day. You've
just missed adding bigamy to your other
crimes. You ruined Miss McArthur's face
in the bargain"
at is not finished. / made mistake.
I put on oxalic acid by mistake. / can
fix it in a minute" cried Flaubert, white
with terror, clasping her hands and trying
to appeal to him with her eyes.
"You want to leave American" Thing
hast asked idly.
eyes, she breathed anxiously.
81 could think of nothing better for Amer
lea, he smiled. Surprising you repair the
damage to Miss McArthur's face at once.
Complete your work and you can 90"
She few to trunk and pulled out little
work box. Miss Macarthur sat on the
lounge and Flaubert worked over her
earnestly for fifteen minutes, repairing the
damage skilfully. Meanwhile Tyson paid
and dismissed the Justice of the Peace and
his two detectives and Tillinghast watched
Flaubert's work narrowly
ut is finished" she exclaimed suddenly,
throwing down a chamois skin. "a little
treatment by any specialist and it viii now
be all right"
Tillinghast opened the door and Tyson
followed Miss Macarthur out Neither said
word to Flaubert, who had crumpled in
a corner.
When they reached the dock Tillingha>t
queried:
care you seeing Miss Macarthur home,
Tyson?"
II should be pleased to-" answered the
young fellow feelingly, for it was quite
evident that he had swung back to his
admiration Of the actress, now that her
face presented more normal appearance,
"Not if l know it" exclaimed Miss
Macarthur GIVE had enough Of you.
You're a Johnny and you always viii be
a Johnny" she turned on Tyson savagely,
"and it would have served you right if
Flaubert had married you"
Tillinghast shook Tyson's hand in parting
and put Miss Macarthur in a taxi, stopping
just long enough to assure her that he
would be responsible for the bill to finish
the work on her face.
Next night at the club, the same man
he had talked With before the fireplace on
the preceding day came up and smiled to
Tillinghast:
81 see Flaubert sailed to-day, heaping
maledictions OF the heads Of all Americans,
calling us crude, and saying we had no
chivalry and were ignorant Of all sporting
instinct"
Eyes, that's what they all say" replied
Tillinghast in his usual weary tone, and
/ guess it's more or less true"
al suppose that poor woman whose
advertisement you showed me among
the Personals viii never see Flaubert
again."