Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1912-05-10

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| possessed of knowledge of the older
towns OF Normandy which would not.
have disgraced a guidebook, he arrived
lone morning at the Care du Nord. Dur
ling all this time he had scarcely seen
lone familiar face. IL was an unpleasant
shock for him. as he waited for his bag
gage in the Custom House, TO realize
that he was being watched from behind
a pile of>trunks by the little man who
had shown so much interest in him at
the Cafe l'Athenee on the night he had
left England. The sight somehow an
nOyed him. He crossed the room and &C
costed his late subordinate.
What is your Manner he asked coldly.
You are in the Intelligence Department
believer"
my name Is Foster. Sir Julien" the
hesitation
what are you doing over here?"
4 The young man hesitated.
tate me. Keep out of my sight as much
as possible It will be better for you"
Julien turned and left him there, de-
clared his luggage and was driven to
quiet hotel in the Rue de Rivoli- There
he had a bath changed his clothes, and
strolled up the Champs Elysees toward
the Bots The morning was sunny and
the avenue was crowded with automo-
biles and carriages He walked steadily
on until he reached the first of the cafes
/ in the Bots. He took a chair and
watched the crowd. A peculiar sensa-
ton of loneliness oppressed him. a lone
illness Of which had been scarcely con-
scious during this last months wander
ings among the quiet places. Paris had
seemed so different to. him on his last
visit He was surrounded by friends
and people who were anxious to become
his friends. He was in charge of diff
cult mission which he was conscious Of
conducting with skill Everywhere he
was meeting English people Of his own
order, all delighted to see him, all
1 pleased with his notice. His few days
! in Paris were merely change In the
Kaleidoscope from London. The life
everything else-was the same. This
time he was like a man cast upon des-
ert island. He sat at his little table,
slipping glass of vermouth, and con-
scfous that no man in Paris had fewer
friends The clubs were closed to him,
there were no official visits to pay. no
calls TO make, no familiar faces to look
| for He was a man who had had his
day, a man dlsgraced,. man in whom
/ the peopIe had lost faith, who was dead
POLITICALLY and socially. He thought his
position over carefully from every point
of view IT was ruin. utter and complete.
He had disclosed valuable political Sc
| cret to a woman who had not hesitated
to make use of it, Nothing could be
more fgnoble. He tried to fancy for him
self some new life under altered condi-
lions. but everywhere he seemed to run
up against some possibility, some COM
bination of circumstances which in
cluded a. share in things which were alb
solutely finished. His brain refused to
fashion for him the thought Of any life
which could leave outside everything
which had been of account to him up till
them. Even in London, among the work
ing classes. it might have been easier.
He remembered those few vivid speeches
OF Hendricks. What a gift the man had
Always he seemed to see big things in
life smouldering underneath the lives Of
these ordinary peopie-big things I'M
suspected, invisible. There was nothing
of the sort TO be found here. The only
Paris Julien had ever known was>closed
70 him Paris the vicious repealed MIN
instinctively. He was here, he had even
looked forward to coming, but now that
he had arrived there was nothing for
him TO do. After all, he had better have
found some far distant corner in Swift
zerIand OF Italy. There was no club for
him. to go TO. no interest in perusing the
newspapers. no visits from ambassadors
20 think about The puzzles of his daily
life were ended. There was nothing for
him to do where he was but to eat and
drink and sleep.
He lunched at a restaurant of which
had never heard before, and there, to
his anger almost at the next table he
found Foster. With a trace of his for
mer ffnperiousness of manner, he sum-
moned him. The young man rose, after
moments hesitation. and iobeyed the
mandate ..--
: what are you. doing here2" Julien de-
'L1nching. sir thine young man re-
t piled. "Fhe place has been recommend
ed to me- do not know Paris we'll"
You lie" Julien declared. Unless
you knew Paris well, you wouldn't be
here Tor No Branch. Tell me, are
you still watching me2" ste
''Tlat Is a question. Sir Julien, which,
as I~safd before, am not at liberty to
Julien drew little breath between his
teeth. F-,-..- .-r
Look here" he continued. II want to
warn you that am bad-tempered man.
You can write home If you like and tell
them that you met me coming out Of the
Germany Embassy and the Russian EN-
bassy and the Italian Embassy, with
.
1 pieces of information. Is that what you
are afraid of. eh2"
"Sir Julien" the young man answered,
Il have to make reports only. 1t is not
my business to question the necessity
for them"
! Julien laughed After all. the little
man was right.
We'll, perhaps I do need looking aft
| er. Is there any particular place where
YOU would like me to dine? / don't want
to bring you out into the by-ways if
can help il.
! The young man excused himself
politely Julien finished his luncheon
and then took a carriage back TO his
hotel He found half a dozen visiting
cards in his box and glanced at them
eagerly. Every one of them was from
the representative o ia newspaper lie
tore them into pieces. left a curt mes
sage for their bearers, sand went up to
his room. A telegram was lying upon,
his bureau. He tore IL open and read:
call on Madame. christopher this aft
hernOOn" 0it
He froWned and threw the unsigned
/ telegram into wastepaper basket.
4 That decides it." he muttered to him
self. Il will not call uopn Madame
7 Christtophor.' fr-
Nevertheless. he. changed into calling
attire and presently strolled out once
more INTO the sunshine From habit he
ft,rned into the Champs .ISlysees The