The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1912-10-06
TWO INTRUDERS.
CHAPTER L.
Two Intruders.


~ and to this extent Mrs. Adam
ston was true Englishwoman- Her
every instinct was as the opposite pole
to aught that had to do with evil. and
consequently she thought no evil OF
any who approached her.
For this reason the prospect OF
spending a night in Paris with man
who was not her husband but was us
ually as near her as her shadow did
not cause her the slightest annoyance.
1t was simply silly mistake-taking
the Paris Express at Boulogne when
they should have taken the Swiss
more of a joke than anything else.
They would go on to ST. Morlitz in
the morning and join their friends, and
that would be all OF the incident.
1t was hardly to be expected that
Mrs. Adamston's French maid would
hold the same altruistic opinions of the
race of men. The motto on her arms
might have been Evil to those1 who
haven't the sense to avoid the appear
ance of evil" And Pauline was much
older woman. She had been Mrs.
Adamston's nurse before she became her
maid. Her schooling had been largely
confined to the servants hall, which is
a great university for the study of life.
So, when she confronted a strange man
entering the parlor OF madames apart
ment from the corridor door, she was
by no means certain that II was an &C
cidental intrusion. When he had to be
stopped from trying door that led to
an adjoining apartment she was more
than ever suspicious. And when he
attempted-always with apologies tor
1.
doir, the hour being long past dinner,
she was convinced that he was not such
fool as he seemed to be.
When she had finally banished him,
Pauline was worried-and she was
forty or Whereabouts. She worshiped
her Young mistress and made up her
mind to speak her mind with all the
freedom Of an old servant. Their be-
ing in Paris instead of Switzerland
was the result of too remarkable
chain of accidents to suit her. She
was praying that Lady Attwill and Lord
E1lerdine-the other half of the party
would Join them as quickly as possible.
She cross-eXamined the waiter who
came up to take away the dinner things.
Mrs Adamston had dined alone with
Msieu Collingwood-the Inseparable
shadow aforementioned
You are sure there is no train IRON
Chalons before morning.: she demand
ed.
There is no train before 5 O'Clock"
Jacques assured her cheerfully. The
last fast train reaches Paris at $40
Pauline thanked him and busted her
self about tidying the room. But
Jacques considered himself converse
tionalist of no mean ability and neat
turner of epigrams withal.
Does madame stay long in Paris :"
he inquired.
Il do not know" replied Pauline
shortly. I'VE are here by accident. We
wete going to Switzerland"
The wrong train" surmised JAG
ques.
Yes; the wrong train and our party
got divided"
oh! that was too badw he ex-
claimed with the exaggerated sympathy
Of the continent. But Monsieur Col
lingwood knows the Continent
"Yes?"
He was here two or three times this
year" Jacques assured her.
You have a good memory" COM
mented Pauline, with yelled meaning:
Jacques shrugged his shoulders as if
to, throw off the compliment.
1T is necessary" he smiled
And IT is necessary, too, not to have
a good memory sometimes?" added
Pauline with unmistaka5le meaning.
Jacques smiled and arched his back
in a perfect bow.
Discretion is the better part of recol-
lection" he declared and took that line
for his exit. He had picked this up
IL.
whose habit of speech he greatly ad-
the feeling that he had impressed mad
sme's maid with the superior character
of his intellect.
Before Pauline's ever-ready suspic-
ions could draw any conclusions from
the .half-formed thoughts in her mind
her mistress called her. She answered
with a mechanical "Oui, madame" but
did not stir toward the door of the bou-
doir. Several more calls with the same
result brought madame to the door and
into the room. She was evidently used
to coming to Pauline when Pauline did
not come to her-especially when Paul
inc was thinking.
what is that music?" she asked
brightly. The dreamy strains of "C'est
tot" were floating into the room far,
far away.
ct is in the cafe. madame They play
all night" Pauline explained, coming
out of her wrestle with thought. Mad
anne sighed.
ITS no. useI" she exclaimed, with a
little shake of her head Il cannot go
to bed yet. Pm not bit sleepy. That
is barn of a room! hate yellow!
Yellow shades on the lampsi Ugh And
those heavy curtains 1t reminds me
of a sarcophagus-if that's the place
mean. Besides" she snuggled into
corner of the sofa before the fire, Its
much nicer here Make me coy, Paul
inc, and do my hair"
If you had seen Peggy Adamston at
that noment-or If you had ever seen
and talked to her for nye minutes
YOU would understand why Pauline felt
more like a guardian than a maid. As
she sat in the freight in soft cling
ing dressing gown that showed every
,,,,v. Of her deiicafe hody milling down