Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1912-06-07

earnestness. but at his insincerity. He
was speaking well and with a wealth
of detail which was impressive enough.
His little company of new friends were
listening to him with marked atten-
ton; Julien alone seemed conscious
that they were listening to a man who
was speaking against his own convic-
tions.
"Monieur! Monsieur Julienr
It was the voice of Mademoiselle Ike.
She was leaning slightly forward in her
place Julien turned quickly around
and she motioned him to a seat by her
side. He rose at once and accepted the
invitation.
81 do not disturb your" she asked. "It
seemed to me that your friend was talk
ing with those strange people there and
that you were not very much interested.
1t is dull when one sits here alone"
Naturally" Julien agreed MY
friend talks politics, and for my part
it is very certain that 1 would sooner
talk of other things with mademoiselle."
She was a born fiirt-a matter of ma
tionality as well as temperament, and
not to be escaped-and her eyes flashed
the correct reply. But a moment later
she was gazing wlstfully at the door.
You expect Herr Freudenberg?" Jul
len inquired
II cannot TELL" she replied IT must
not say that 1 am expecting him be-
cause Me did not ask me to meet him
here But 1 thought, perhaps, that he
might come-so I risked ii. was rest
less tonight do not sing this week
because Herr Freudenberg is in Paris,
and without any occupation II is hard
to control the thoughts. 1 sat at home
until 1 could bear it no longer. En-
bienl 1 sent for a little carriage and
1 ventured here. There is chance that
he may come"
"Mademoiselle permits that offer her
some SUPPER" Julien suggested
She hesitated and glanced at the
clock.
you are very kind, Sir Julien" she
answered. II have waited because I
have thought that there was a chance
that he might come, and to sup alone is
a drear thing. If monsieur really-Ah!
Behold! After all, it is he! 1t is he
who comes. What happiness!"
1t was indeed Herr Freudenberg who
had mounted the stairs and was yielding
now his coat to the attentive vestiaire
Herr Freudenberg. unruff1ed and pre-
cisely attired in evening clothes. He
showed not the slightest signs of his
recent adventure. He chatted gayly to
Albert and waved his hand to made
moiselle. He came toward them with
smile upon his face, walking lightly
and with the footsteps of a young man.
Yet mademoiselIe shivered, her lip
dropped -t.
He is not pleased" she murmured
II havel done wrong"
There was nothing apparent to 9TH
ers in Herr Freudenberg's manner to
justify her conviction. He raised her
fingers to his lips with charming gay
ETY.. 1892
Dear Marguerite" he exclaimed,
this is indeed delightful surprise!
And Sir Julien. too! am enchanted.
Once more let us celebrate. Let US
sup. 1 am in time, eh?"
with me, If you please" Julien in
sisted, taking up the menu.
Herr Freudenberg smiled genially.
Host or guest, who cares so long as
we are joyous?" he cried, sitting on
mademoiselle's other side. Although
tonight" he added, with a humorous
glance at Julien, 'it should surely be
I who entertains! Dear Marguerite!"/
He patted her hand. She looked at
him pathetically and he smiled back
again.
BE happy, my child he begged. 1T
is gone, that little twinge. 1t was per-
haps jealousy" he whispered in her ear.
"Sir Julien has captured many hearts,"
She drew a sigh of content. She raised
his hand to her lips. Then she dabbed
at her eyes with the few inches of per-
fumed lace which she called a handker-
chief. 1t was passing, that evil moment.
There is no man in the world" she
told him softly who should be able
to make you Jealous. In your heart
you know"
He laughed lightly
You will make me vain, dear one.
Give me your little fingers to hold. for a
moment. There-it is finished"
He looked around the room with the
light yet cheerful curiosity of the pleas
ure-seeker. Then he leaned over toward
Julien.
What does our shock-headed friend
the journalist do in that company" he
asked, with a backward motion of his
head.
Julien smiled.
HE is devoted to madame with the
double chin He is apparently also de-
voted to mademoiselle. the daughter OF
madame with the double chin. He is con-
templating, I believe, an alliance with
the bourgeoisie."
Herr Freudenberg watched the group
for a moment with a slight frown.
They are types" he said under his
breath absolute types. Hendricks is
studying them, without a doubt"
He continued his scrutiny OF the room. |
Then he leaned towards mademoiselle.
Dear Marguerite!''
Eyes"
There is Mademoiselle Soupelles |
there" he pointed out, Sitting with an !