The Ekalaka eagle. [volume] (Ekalaka, Mont.) 1909-1920, 1913-03-14

a sort of frenzy. and in a ome the
front DOR changed to, and he was
gone"
lis there anything more. Clothilde:"
asked the marquise.
NO.. Nine. Ia Marquise, there is
nothing more"
Thank You. Clothilde. l don't need
you any longer"
Twill Nine. Ia Marquise stay here"'
she asked.
II shall remain a few minutes"
doe Nine. la Marquise wish the
lights turned o n:'
Yes. Put on u few more. It's quite
dismal here"
Twill Nine. la Marquise have any
thing? Could l make tea for Mime. la
Marquise:'
NO, nothing at ALL" the marquise
replied sharply.
Perhaps NJ. lie Marquis Clo-
thilde began.
NO" Numbered Honore.
How sorry am for Nine. la Mar
quise and for NJ. lie Marquis, too" Clio
thilde said sympathetically.
Yes, yes; that will do. You may
CO.
Good night. Nine. la Marquise,"
Clothilde courtesied.
Good night. Clothilde."
Good night. NJ. lie Marquis" with
another courtesy.
Good night" the marquis exploded.
ClOthilde left them and went to the
floor above. where she spent the en-
suing hours of excitement hanging far
Yer the banisters.
The marQuise turned to her husband.
"Well. what d" you make of it?
What does it mean?' she demanded.
Yes. what does it mean:" the mar
Iuis echoed helplessly.
You know what it is as we'll as l."
the marquise told him. she has a
love affair."
Good Lord. Who could have fore
seen such Il calamity"" the marquis
cried as he moved Owe to the big
lounge and settled himself comfortably
among its cushions.
The single instance Of Rrarharil's
~ferocity and enormou strcn2'' the
shattered door to -Maric's dress
ing room-terrified the marquise.
"Where in heavens name has be
gomez" she cried.
"You meal Brachard?" asked Ho-
more.
Whom else could I mean:"
do you think perhaps he might be
searching for her.
He probably doesn't need to. I've
no doubt he's been watching her for
weeks. And when he felt sure enough
he set this outrageous trap to-
Trap! Good heavens. You don't
suppose he intended all this about 60
ing to London as a dcception:"
What else? There's Il mystery
somewhere"
h marquise pondered. and sudden
ly a new and more terrible thought
flashed into her mind.
"Honore,' she cried rising, I'm
afraid of the worst. I'm afraid of it,"
The worst:" uonore said, not com
pretending.
Suppose he demands a divorce:''
the marquise said.
I'm sure, my dear, there's not SO
much danger as YOU think" Honore
said with reaSsuring optimism. when
all is said and lone he's quite a sensi.
BILE fellow"
would n sensible man break into
his wife's apartments:"
mo, no."
ITS the act Of a ruffian." the mar
qnise said vigorously. ITS his low
origin. his brutal passions, breaking ouI
and taking possession of him"
MY dear, yon are not going to he
lieve those tales about his-his''- tn,
marquis began in a defense OF Bra
chard's ancestry. But the m~arnuist
was insistent.
Yes. yes, yes. But the door, the
door. the door, she exclaimed. "That's
what frightens me. Oh, I'm going tc
wait for her if it's till morning! Who
who could have tempted her to this
Who could have done such 4 thing:
Can you think of any one:' she sud
denly asked Honore, stopping in front
of him.
NO, no. llOnOre answered., throw
ing open his overcoat, which was grow
ing uncomfortably warm, and disclos
ing his entire suit Of red silk pajamas
Would you like to have me go ovel
the names of our different acquaint
ances. so we can consider them il
turn he asked, suddenly inspired by
the idea.
'Merciful heavens, what a pastime.'
tho moruniSo c~.l.;pood woarilv.