The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1912-11-03

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i inc table: but her pen was idle and her dark
fine head was bowed in an attitude OF detection
and fatigue. \ letter in her lovers writing was
crumped in her hand. II was elusive ana iuii
of love sentences, but gave no clue as 10 the
course of action he meant TO take-the three
DAYS were up And, at that moment, the teie-
phone rang and she went to IT with fe'erish
haste. And she listened to the male voice
making its voluble excuses in its perfec, French,
her face blanched. and a stony look grew In her
dark-blue eyes. Fate too strong for him,
and he was leaving for Monte Carlo that night
but he loved her always. he FASTENED to add
She answered calmly. and with apparent indif-
ference and then she swayed little and trem-
bed from head to foot. 1t was over then-that
part of her life And she must not permit her
self to grieve-there was not time tor tha,:
IL would spoil her voice-and her voice meant
all she and the little sister had to count upon
for the years to come.
"Bon soir, Andre. Bon roynge!" she said.
and as she put the receiver down there was a
firm knock at the door. and after a moment S
hesitation a tall man came into the room. He
was pale and looked weary and cold lie walked
over TO the bright wood fire. and leaning ms
head upon his hand he did not speak for mo-
mept Then he said in his quiet, deep American
voice:
lin sailing Commonwealth you be k1nd 10
mel am very futigued, will you give me some
teaT'
OLE rang the bell instantly. and then she
- looked al him and seemed 10 be taking in his
whole personality with fresh eyes lie was very
we'll dressed. with that distinctive look OF an
English tailor stamped about his clothes. and
everything about him quiet and unobtrusi'e
from his brown hair to his grey eyes
When the waiter came, Pauline ordered
some soup and sandwiches and some port wine,
and when the tall had warmed his hands
at the blaze he followed her to the sofa and
sat down. 4 large. soft blue silk cushion Tell
between them, and he leaned back and closed
his eyes. Before the soup and sandwiches came
ny,1, toll her hG
had been extremely busy all day getting through
but that he could not leave without seeing her
once more.
Il have something particular to say to you
my lady, dear he said
His voice was as deep as Sir Charles Wynd
hams used to be in the old days when he played
David Garrick. and he hardly used any Amer
icanisms while his accent was only just enough
to betray his nation and had great attraction
in ii. The thing you were most conscious OF
when with him was restrained quiet force
The waiter brought in the tray and he ate
and drank still in slence-while the slender
dark-h woman watched him. her heavy IDS
lowered At last, when he had finished he got
up, and lifting the tray on to distant table
sat down again. while now he fixed his steady
grey Orbs upon her face
What hurt you the telephoue? he asked.
when l opened the door your queer eyes looked
like wounded deer's. Say. did l get a peep
into some side of you l do not know"
She clasped her hands rather quickly
Nothing had nArt her, she SAUL she "a''
feeling i'll and therefore was nervous, and so had
said something stupid probably to the person
she was talking'to.
That person must matter great deal 10
VOL then" the quiet man said You look as
If all the life out of you-Now, VIII you
listen to me for a while?"
DAULINE murmrred consent. and he began
L in that curious narrative style that some
Americans have. He never stirred in the falntest
eiIh er
might have been a bronze statue talking as the