The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1912-10-06


those women who were created for the
purpose of taking the hearts of men out
of their bosoms and grilling them over
the fire of their own passion. In all
but her training she was more daugh-
ter of the Southland than an English
girl of twenty To the South belong
ed her deep, melting eyes, warm red
lips, raven hair and delicious irrespon-
sibility. You would not necessarily
have loved her in FIVE minutes, but you
would have been seized with fierce
lust of possession-the desire to hold
her in your arms and feel the warmth
of her frail body; just as you might
hold little bird in your two hands
with the knowledge that you could
crush II and find exquisite joy in not
giving way to the binding sense of
power.
And yet, like many human butterflies,
she had beneath the surface remark
able capacity for understanding, and
its inevitable compliment capacity
for suffering. Of all who knew her
probably only three OWNED this other
Peggy-Pauline was one and George
Adamston and Roderick Collingwood
were the other two. No mere butterfly
would ever have disturbed the we'll
trained emotions of the Right Honor
able George Adamston, Nj. P, already
power and a rising power in the
government party. He was much old
er man. and he had gained much by
the unerring exactneSs and his analyses
of men and women. He knew that he
had made no mistake when he loved
and won and married Peggy Carew in
the teeth of host of determined rivals.
She gave a new impetus to his ambi-
| ton. and he knew that she was worthy
of the ambition of the greatest man in
Europe For her and in her name he
strove to slay the dragons of the oppo-
sition and with his lady's favor on his
casque he went out daily-a Red Cross
knight of politics-to battle for his
country's good.
1t never occurred to him that these
daily tournaments in which he won
honor for her might prove irksome to
his lady-that she would have occas-
ionally preferred cory little day with
him all alone in love and delightful
nonsense. 1t was all for her and he
never dreamed that she5Has not pleased.
What greater proof of his love could
he give than the trophies of fame and
position that he laid at her feet?
Collingwood was a very different
type. A man of remarkable ability and
grasp of affairs, he sneered at politics.
He had more money than he knew what
to do with, and he didn't do anything.
He was remarkably handsome-far bet
ter looking than Adamstton. He had
, discovered that with money, good looks
and an intimate knowledge of the world
man could do about as he pleased.
The result. inevitably. was that he be-
came a cynic with one hobby-women-
AND as for Pauline-welf, Pauline
was Pauline-aonther mother.
Being another mother she said what
she thought as she fondled the loved
tresses of her lady and tried to make
her hold her squirming head still.
TT is queer, madame she declared,
soberly Everything has gone wrong
to-day. First we nearly miss the train
at Charing Cross Station. Then on the
boat We were all seasick-"
And wasn't the custom officer
suspicious old fool" interposed Peggy,
wriggling her head away from the
comb.
Oui, Madame" assented Pauline,
taking a firm grip on the wriggling
head. Then at Boulogne we got on
the wrong train and Lord Ellerdine
and Lady Attwill got on the right train
and here you are alone in Paris with
Msieu Collingwood."
And Lord Ellerdine and Lady Att
will in the express train near Switzer-
land by now"
1T was very lucky that the porters
put the boxes on the Paris train"
Eyes, madame" said Pauline. grinly.
What a bit of luck?" Peggy grew
more cheerful over it. Pauline contin-
ned to climb with an air of stern pur-
pose
1T was very clever of M'sieu Colling-
wood not to have your boxes registered
at Charing Cross" she went on in ON
nous tones.
Eyes, wasn't it," laughed the mis-
tress Then as the significance of the
wording of the sentence struck her she
Strengthened IN slowly and gazed
round-eyed into her servants impassive
face.
What" she exclaimed Pauline,
what do you mean"
Mean, madam"
DO you think-well, suppose he
forgot" And Peggy sank back again
with comfortable sigh.
They do not, as rule. let you for
get at Charing Cross Station persist
ed Pauline. Mrs. Adamston flung her
serf around with laugh
Pauline, you old silly! / do believe
you suspect sonfething!" she exclaimed
The maid would not meet her laughing
eyes.
The old servant looked down at her
with love in her eyes.
Il only think of you, Madame" she
said softly.
you old silly" laughed Peggy. 81
know you do. But. tell me. what is it,"
What is what, Madame?"
There again! That's just the way
you do when you want me to coax you
Pauline, be nice to mel" The corners
of her adorable mouth dropped in half
hooking pathos as she led her willing
captive to an arm chair and pushed her
into it. Then she pulled up a little
stool and sat at her maids feet with her
head against her comfortable knees as
she had done when she was a little
child
What is it" she coaxed. Tell me
what you suspect. What about the lug
gage"-
Pauline drew deep breath. "Weu."