Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1912-05-21
The Mischief Maker
Blu E. PHILLIPS OPPEN4ELN

I which buys these things here from.
Henri"
The companion of Herr Carl Freuden-
berg was. without doubt, as charming as
she appeared. for Herr Freudenberg GER
tainly enjoyed his dinner, as man
should Nor were those lines of humor
1 engraven about his mouth for nothing,
to judge by the frequent peas of laugh
ter from mademoiselle Toward the close
of the dinner Henri himself carried to
them a superb violet ice, with real flow
ers around the dish and an electric light
burning in the middle
For two days. madame" he announced,
our chef has dreamed of this 1t is a
creation" \.
1T is exquisite!' mademoiselle cried,
with a gesture of delight. Never in my
life have 1 seen anything so wonderful"
I Il -lri,Y Herr Freudenberg said in an
aside, you will present my compli-
ments to the chef. You will shake him
\ by the hand for me-, Yo, will double the
little affair which passes between us.
/ Tell him that it comes from one who
appreciates the work of a great artist
even though his French thickens a little
/ in his throat
Henri bowed low.
IF monsieur's body is German" ne
/ declared. Ibis soul at least belongs to
the land of romance"
They were alone again and the girl
leaned across the table.
'Monsieur." she murmured, lit is
4 cruel of you to come so seldom. You
see what you do? You spoil the keep
ers of our restaurants, you steal away
the hearts of your poor little compan-
/ ions. and then-one night or two, per-
haps, and il is over. Monsieur Freq-
I Ga-1harpr hag
/ him"
Back to my toys, mademOiselle," ne
whispered. "One has ones work"
She looked at him long and tenderly.
Monsieur" she said. lit is two
months. a week and three days since
/ you were in Paris. Since then I have
\ sung and danced, night by night, but
my heart has never been gay. Come
| oftener, monsieur or may one not some
/ times cross the frontier and learn a
/ little of your barbarous country"
For the first time the faintest shad-
ow Of gravity crossed his face.
"Mademoiselle," he replied "alas! The
world is full of hard places Behold
me! When I am here l am your de-
/ voted and admiring slave, but, believe
/ me, that when ] leave Paris and set
my face eastward 1 do not exist. Dear
Marguerite, it hurts me to repeat this
Il do not exist"
She looked down into her plate.
Il understand" she murmured. you
said it to me once before. Have 1 not
always been discreet? Have Fever with
the slightest word disobeyed your
Nor will you ever dear Marguerite"
he declared confidently, for if you did
| it would be the end. In the city where
make my toys life as we live it here
is not known. 1t is not recognized. And
there is ones work in the world
She looked up from her plate. Her ex-
preston had changed.
1T was foolish of me-" she whis-
pered. Tonight is one of those nights
in heaven for which I spend all my days
longing. l think no more of the future
You are here. Tell me, from here
where?'
ITO the opera. 1 have engaged the
box that you prefer We arrive for the
last act of Samson ct Dalila,' and for
the ballet"
And afterwards"
ITO the Abbaye. After that there is
the Rat Mort-Albert must not be dis
appointed a new place. they tell
me. One must see all these new
places"
"And we leave here soon?"
You are impatient"
"Only to be alone with you" she an
swered. Even those few moments in
the automobile are precious
He smiled at her across the table. She
was very pretty with her fair hair and
dark eyes, very Partisan. and yet with
a shade of graceful seriousness about
her eyes and mouth.
Dear Marguerite" he said. Il wait
only for one of my agents who comes to
speak to me on a matter of business. He
is due almost at this moment. After he
has been here, then we go. Cannot you
believe" he whispered, dropping his
voice little and leaning slightly across
the table. that /, too, will love to feel
your dear fingers in mine, your lips, per-
haps, for a moment, as we pass to the
opera?"
1T is joy one must SNATCH" she
murmured.
There is no joy in life" he replied,
(which is not the sweeter for being
snatched, and snatched quickly
And you a German" she sighed
Henri appeared once more, and after
him fisherman. Herr Freudenberg, with
turned to greet the newcomer.
'WeH?''
"Estermen stood quite close to the
table He was distinctly i'll at ease.
Herr Freudenberg" he said, II have
done my best. 1t was impossible for me
to obtain an introduction to this Gus
toner
Impossible" Herr FreudenberS re-
peated, his face suddenly becoming
stony.
Let me explain" Estermen continued
hastily. This customer arrived in Paris
last night or early this morning. He
was called upon at once by a lady who
lives in the Avenue de st. Paul. She