Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-10-19

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Her gaze fared angrily and then fell.
"Oh!" she Stammered. "You would dare!"
"Your remedy is yonder," he said firmly,
pointing to the station.
Some loiterers, few children, and stray
dog had gathered about them. The dog,
puppy, barked at Clarissa, and was promptly
kicked for its precocity. The crowd laughed.
This relaxed the tension of the situation.
"Come!' said Markham, his hand on the
donkey's halter. "This will never do. We
will go on, please
Hernia stood her ground moment de-
family, her arms akimbo, and then dumbly
followed
Markham led the way toward the mar
ketplace, where the crowds were gathered
The glance he stole at Hernia revealed set
expression, a cheek highly flushed, and
lambent eye.
@If you would prefer not to perform to-
day, will get you room at an inn, he said
gently.
But she raised her chin and looked at him
will get me nothing she replied.
Nothing but food he replied. 1--WE are
now going to eat
If scorn could kill, Philidor must have
died at once. But she followed him to the
Hotel Dieu, and nibbled silently at what he
had ordered. His efforts to relieve the ten
sion were unavailing; so he gave it up, and
at last led the way to the marketplace, where
ClariSsa was unpacked and Yvonne donned
her orchestra.
Business was good; though Philidor did
the lions share of it. The sound of WON
mes drum drew a crowd. and Philidor got
out his sketching block and went to work
on the nearest onlooker, peasant girl of
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INJURED at first; but she was pretty and
knew it, and Philidor's tongue was persua-
sive his nervous crayon eloquent. He was
at his best here, and when the sketch was
done he gave it to her with his compliments.
The girls lover, gardener from an estate
nearby, showed it jubilantly from group to
group, and Philidor's fame was again estab-
1ished.
1t could not in any truth be said that
Yvonnes orchestra was a symphonic Sue
cess; for she tangled her mandolin horribly
out of tune, and blew her mouth organ afro
ciously. But whatever her performance
lacked in artistry it made up in noise, her
drum and cy1nbalS awaking such din that
existence was ,1nbearable within ten feet of
them.
DHILIDOR went on with his portraits,
and was so absorbed that for at least
twenty minutes he neither saw nor heard
what was going on about him. He had been
aware of his companion S execrable perform
ance awhile ago, and now realized with
suddenness that surprised him that she
played no more.
He rose and peered about over the Shout
ders of his rustic admirers. Somebody di-
rected his glance. There she was across the
square, her orchestra dangling, talking to
man. 1t was true, and plainly to be seen
that the man was Pierre de Folligny Phil
dor watched them uncertainty. A joke
passed, they both laughed, and the French
man indicated his quivering machine hard
by. Then it was that Philidor went forth
across the square, his brow a thundercloud.
The girl cast glance over her shoulder in
his direction, and then followed the French
man to his machine. Philidor's long stride
made the distance quickly, and before the
pair were seated he stood beside them.
HWhere are you going, Yvonne??' he asked
quietly.
@Who knows?" she laughed "To Paris,
perhaps"
@Mademoiselle has consented to ride with
me-" said De Folligny coolly. a trust we
do not interfere with your plans.
Philidor's eyes sought only hers. "You
insist?' he asked of her.
She laughed at him. NdtuyelLemeut