The Irish standard., 1912-10-19


tions. To be sure, all this is not fully
extracted In fifteen minutes, but q
woman obtains in, that time good
idea Of the ground plan.
Two distinct purposes controlled the
women in this instance. One desired
to interest him, while the other sought
to learn whether he was stupid or only
shy.
At last, when he left them to change
his clothes and hurry down to Cooks,
to complete the bargain for the Yhior-
des, he had advanced SO amazingly
we'll that they had accepted his invi-
tation to the polo-match that after.
noon. He felt that invisible Mercuri-
al wings had sprouted from his heels,
for in running up the stairs, he was
aware Of no gravitative resistance.
That this anomaly (an acquaintance
with two women about whom he knew
nothing) might be looked upon
askance by those who conformed to
the laws and bylaws of social usages,
worried him not in the least. On the
contrary, he was thinking that he
would be the envy every other man
out at the club that afternoon.
"Wcll?" said Mrs. Chedsoye, a quiz
zical smile slanting her lips.
"You wish my oninion?' countered
the daughter. "IIe Is shy, but he is
neither stupid nor silly; and when he
smiles he is really good-looking."
"My child" replied the woman,
drawing off her gloves and examining
her shapely hands, II have looked in
to the very heart Of that young man.
A thousand years ago, redcross on
his surtout, he would have been beat
ing his fists against the walls of
Jerusalem; five hundred years later,
he would have been singing chant
royales under lattice-windows; a pa
ladin and poet
GLOW do you know that? Did ne
make love to you?"
mo; but I made love to him with
out his knowing it; and that was
more to my purpose, than having him
make love to me-" enigmatically
'Three days, and he was SO gut1eless
that he never asked my name. But
in Monte Carlo, az you know, one asks
only your bankers name."
And your purpose?"
1T is still mine, dear. Do you real
lie that we haven't seen each othel
in four months, and that you haven't
offered to kiss me -
; old he go away without writing tc
you about that money!"
Mrs. Chedsoye calmly plucked Out
the inturned fingers Of her gloves. az
believe I did receive note inclosinl
, his bankers address, but, unfortu
nately, in the confusion of returning
to Paris, lost 1t. My memory ha.
always been trial to me-" sadly.
"Since when?" coldly. "There is no
woman living with k,ener memor,
than yours"
"You flatter me. In affairs that in
terest me, perhaps"
"You never meant to pay him. :,
is horrible"
"My dear Fortune, how you jump a
conclusions! Did I not offer him ,
draft the very first thing?"
Knowing that at such moment h
could not possibly accept it," de
rigively. sometimes hate you'll"
I'm these days filial devotion is {
lost art"
mo. no; it is flower parents hav
ceased to cultivate"
And there was in the tone
strained note which described an In
tense longing. to be loved. For
George Perctval Algernon Jones wa
lonely young man. it was the result
of his own blindness; whereas Forum
Chedsoye turned htther and thither Il
search of that which she never coul
find. The wide Lybian desert he'll
| upon its face loneliness, a desolatior
less mournful than that which reigne
within her heart.
Hush! We are growing sentiment
al" warned the mother. Besides,
believe we are attracting attention.
Her glance swept half-circle con
placently. @
CONTINUED NEXT WEEK.