The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1912-02-09

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recall that your famous diamond at
one time was regarded with religious
reverence by large number of my
min. am not in sympathy with idol
airy. Therefore, cannot tell you what
degree Of sanctity attaches to tho
stone in the eyes of those to whom Il
once belonged"
Had anyone been standing immedb
ately behind Mrs. Missioner's chair In
such position as to look into tho
depths of the Orientars eyes, instead
of gazing upward at them and 50
missing the angle Of truth as Mrs.
Missioner from her position could only
do, he would have seen in those inky
depths CLEAN that belied the suave
disclaimer OF the priest. Mrs. Mis-
sioner did not see 1t, and 1t was with
no sensation of discomfort, therefore,
that she returned the Swami's bow
as he moved away to join a group OF
people.
Mrs. Missioner, in the most comfort.
able way in the world. laid her hand
on the arm of Curtis Griswold, and
recrossed the floor to make up set
Of lancers. She would have been I'M
comfortable, indeed, and even the SELF
centered Swami would have had dim
sense Of something unusual, had they
known that every word they exchang
ed was overheard by another swarthy
man in Occidental attire who stood
behind a screen. The second Eastern
er. he Of the screen, gazed after MIRA
Missioner menacingly, and fixed his
eyes the next moment on the broad
back Of the Swami with look freight
ed with suspicion. He shrugged his
shoulders after the manner Of .
Frenchman toned by long contact with
Saxon restraint, and unpretentiously
made a half-circle of the room until
at distance Of a few yards he faced
the turbaned scholar. His eyebrows
lifted. The unspoken question was
answered by an unnoticeable shake Of
| the Swami's head. Further question:
and answers flashed telepathically b.
tween those two pairs Of wildly blach
eyes, and a little later the men them
selves naused for an instant in pass.
inp-an instant that was not too short
for an exchange Of words.
"As told vou prince." said the
Swami "she was not a marty to t."
"vour rroofp
"sha he,ievea nor husband mn.
chased II from Her ROYAL Hiehnes,-
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"And the other?"
ale is here"
Watch him,"
"Assuredly."
Are the disciples at work."
"They must be finished by now. !
EXPECT the signal at any moment"
UT IA we'll"
Criswold should have had ono q
the most ENJOYABLE evenings of his
life. Uncertain Of her hearts attl.
tude toward Sands, eagerness to avert
the problem for a few hours made
Mrs. Missioner seem more willing to
he mononolized by the clubman than
she would have been under any other
circumstances. Who so debonair an
criswold whom he led the beautiful
widow through the mazes Of the
square dance. or floated with her
about the room ia the melody of thu
Gitana waltz? Who more worthy Of
the homage due a conuuistador as he
paraded the wealthy woman's acquies.
cence to his open wooing the length
and breadth Of the most brilliant and
exclusive ballroom in Fifth Avenues
It was not to be expected that Curtis
under such conditions could be any
thing but CAV He glittered. His con
versat,on snark,ed like the receiver Of
a wireless instrument Little Dorothy
March Was so IMPRESSED by the ex.
cont,onal qallantry and animation az
tho nalnablv delighted clubman-so
deenlv impressed In fact, that It was
,ore arc the memory of that evening
faded IN more recent recollections oe
chocolate noueats and Forrest Theatss
mat,nees
Now the question is. would Curtis
Cr,swold have been as light-hearted