Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1912-06-20

gary.
Once more she accepted Indifferent
ly: "All right, all right, l don't care
tuppence-not tuppence and she
snapped her fingers; "but like to see
you pay, Frederigo. Take me to Max
ms"
He demurred, saying she was far too
i'll, but she turned from him to call
Higgins, determined to go if she had
to go alone, and said to him violently:
Don't think I'll make your life easy
for you, FREDERICK. I'll make it
wretched; as wretched-" and she
held out her fragile arms, and the
sleeves fell back, leaving them bare
as wretched as | am myself"
But she was lovely, and he said
harshly: "Get yourself dressed. I'll
90 change and meet you at the lift"
She made him take a table in the
corner. where she sat inathe 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
his property. He would give her his
title; she had demanded 1t 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 I'M
shed tears had nothing to do with
Poniotowsky-they were for the boy.
Her heart sickened, thinking where
be might be; and more than that, 1t
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
i
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 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 little
while she said to PoniotoWsky with
out glancing at him:
eff you stare any longer like that,
Frederigo, you'll break your eye-glass.
You know how I 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
to Join congenial party, should he
find one, or to choose for companion
some one of the women who, at the
entrance of the tall blond boy, stirred
and invited him with their raised
lofgnons and their smiles, will not be
known. Dan Blair was alone, pale as
the pictures Lefty Lane had drawn on
the cloth, and he, too, Toasted his eyes
on the Gaiety girl.
"By Jove!" said the Hungarian
under his breath, and she eagerly
asked: What? Whom? Whom do
you see?"
Turning his back sharply he evaded
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 her
and claim acquaintance with the Gal
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 for
the temperance of Poniotowsky, Dan
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 tritie
of sheer linen into his waistcoat
pocket.
81 will trouble you for Miss Lanes
handkerchief" said Poniotowsky, his
eyes cold.
''You may" said Dan as quietly, his
blue eyes like sparks from a star,
trouble me for hell" And lifting
from the table Poniotowsky's own
half-emptied glass of champagne- the