Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1912-12-20

with passion, her eyes were flashing, ana
they pierced her lover with a terrible
glance as she paused before him, crying
furiously
WELL Where is she?'
"Feliciter' stammered Dreux. ''d-don't
cause a scene"
Miss Delord stamped a ridiculously
small foot and cried again, oblivious of
all save her black jealousy:
Where is she, 1 say? Eth? You fear
to answer. You shield her, perhaps" A
plump. brown hand darted forth and
seized Bernie by the ear, giving it a
tweak lige the bite of a parrot.
"Ouchl" he exclaimed loudly. Fell
cite, you'll ruin us!''
A waiter began TO laugh in smothered
tones.
Tell met stormed the diminutive fury
1T is time we had settlement she
and L ! will lead you to her by those
asses ears of yours and let her hear
the truth from your own mouth"
Miss Delord. you do Bernie an injus-
tice," Norvin said placatingly.
She turned swiftly. Injustice! Bah!
He is a flirt. a loathsome trifler. What
could be more abominable?"
''Felicitei D-dont make a scene,"
groaned the unhappy Dreux, nursing his
ear and staring about the cafe with
Bernie was just
you defend him, eh?" stormed the
Creole girl. You are his friend. Be
ware M'sieu, that 1 do not pull your
ears also. came to unmask him"
please sit down. You're attracting at
tention."
Attention! Yes. But this is nothing
to what will follow. 1 shall make
known his depravity to the whole city.
for he has sweethearts like that King
Solomon of old. It is his beauty. M'sieu!
Listen! He loves a married woman.
Imagine iti''
''Felicite! For heavens sake
"A dago woman by the name of Pig
gy. But wait, l shall make her squeal.
Piggy A suitable name, indeed He fol-
lows her about, he meets her secretly,
he adores her, the scoundrel! Is it not
disgusting? But l am no fool. /. too,
have watched; have followed them BOTH
and / shall scratch her black face I'M
til il bleeds. then I shall tell her husband
the whole truth"
Miss Delord paused. out of breath for
the moment, while Bernie paved at her
in a futile manner. Beads of perspira-
ton were gathering upon his brow, and
he seemed upon the verge of swooning.
AS if from habit however, he reached
forth a trembling hand and deftly re-
placed a loose hairpin, then tucked in a
stray lock which Felicite's vehemence
had disarranged. "Y-your hats on one
side, dear" he told her.
She tossed her head and drew away,
saying. your touch communicates me-
monster"
Blake drew out chair for her; his
eyes we're twinkling as he said, Wont
you allow him to explain?'
There is nothing to explain, since
know everything. See His tongue
cleaves to the roof of his mouth. He
quails He cannot even lie! But wait
until I have told the Piggy's husband
that big, black ruffian-then perhaps he
will find his voice. All, if had found
that woman here there would have been
a scene, 1 promise you"
Help me-out!" gasped Mr.. Dreux, and
Norvin came willingly to his friends
rescue.
Bernie loves no one but you" he said.
80? I glory in the fact that loathe
him."
please sit down"
Nor Miss Delord pumped herself
down upon the edge of the proffered
seat, her toes barely touching the floor.
"Tm-working Mrs. Poggi." Bernie ex-
planned. I'm a-detective."
What new falsehood is this?"
NO falsehood at all, Norvin told
her. Tie is a detective-a very fine one,
too-and he has been working on the
Malta case for long time 1t has been
part of his work to follow the Poggis.
Please don't allow your jealousy to ruin
everything"
II am not jeolous. / merely will not
let him love another, that is all. But
what is this you say?' Her velvet eyes
had lost little of their hardness; they
were as round as buttons and fixed in
quiringly upon the speaker.
You must believe me-" he said inn
pressively, though I can't tell you more.
Even of this you mustn't breathe a word
to any one. Mr.. Dreux has had to per-
NIT this misunderstanding much against
his will, because of the secrecy imposed
upon him"
With wonderful quickness the anger
died out of Fellicite's face. to be re-
placed by look of sweetness.
"A detective!' she cried, turning to
Bernie. You work for the public good,
at the risk of your life? And that dago
woman is one of the Malta? What a
noble work! You forgive me?'
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