, 1912-02-22


low places; he seldom made mistakes
in Judging men ofhand. an art ne
quired only after many initial biuniers
This man Breitmann was no sham: Ii"
was a scholar. n gentleman. a fine lin
guist, verscI in politics and war. Wei
the little mystery would be brushed
aside In the morning. Breitmann would
certainly recognize him.
But to "A forgotten the girl! To
have permitted a course of events to
discover her! Shameful. He jumped
into bed. and pulled the coverlet close
to his nose. and was soon asleep. sleep
broken by fantastic dreams. In which
the past and present mixed with the
improbable chances of the future. He
slept soundly till 8
On the way to the dining room. he
met the man. The scars were IA little
deeper in color and the face was thin
ner. but there was no shadow of doubt
In Fitzgerald's mind.
"BreitmannT" he said. with n friendly
hand.
ut is you Fitzgerald? n what do
you here?' extending both hands.
"Come in to breakfast Fitzgerald
said, and I'll tell you"
my table is here; sit by the window
Who was 1t said that the world Is
small?"
Fitzgerald spread his napkin over his
knees. There was only one other man
breakfasting. He vas a small. wiry
person. white of hair. and specialized.
and xvou af tInf .rNnttnpt p,,rtn,tgl, An,
ployed. He had pinned to the table n
small butterfly, yellow. With tiny dots
IN Che wings He was critically in
speeding his find through a jewelers.
glass.
81 an visiting friends here" began
Fitzgerald. Rear Admiral Killigrew
was an old n'iend of my fathers. | did
not expect ~ remain. but the admiral
and his daughter insisted; so | am
sending to New York for my luggage.
n will go up this morning" He saw
no reason for giving fuller details.
S 1t must have been you who
brought the ndmiral's note. 1t is fate
Thanks. Some day that casual dinner
may give you good interest"
The little man with the butterfly
bent lower over his prize.
"DO you eliev in curses?' asked
Breitmann.
Ordinary. everyday curses. yes: but
not in Roman a~nathemas."
Neither of those. | mean the curse
that sometimes dogs .man day and
night-the curse of misfortune. | was
hungry that night in Paris; ! have been
hungry mnnN timnG Sinfn have hold
honorable places: today | become Il
servant at $40 a month and my bread
int butter. \ private secretary"
But why aren't you with some
newspaper asked Fitzgerald. break
ing his Z
Breitmann drew up HIS shoulders.
"For the same reason that | am rent
Ing my brains as Il private secretary
None of them will employ me-
I'm New York. with your creden
tials2"
Even 80"
81 don't quite understand"
at would take too long to explain"
81 can give you some letters.'
THANK you. 1t would be useless
Secretly and subterraneously. | have
had the bottom knocked out from under
my feet. But no more Of that. Some
day | will give YOU my version"
The little man smiled over his but
terfiy, took out n wallet. something on
the pattern of n hsherman's. and put
the new found specimen into one of
The mica compartments, in which other
dead butterflies of variant beauty re-
posed.
s ! become a private secretary TIL
the time offers something better"
Breitmann stared at the sea.
81 am sorry. | wish ! could help
you. Better let me try" Fitzgerald
stirred his coffee. You are convinced
that there is some cabal working
against You In the Newspaper bust.
nessT That Gems strange. Some OF
them mus have heard OF FOUR work.,
London, Paris, Berlin Have you tried
thsm ally