The Washington times., 1913-12-23
CHAPTER III-(Continued).

u growing feeling OF restlessnes:
swept over him. He was thu
only perBon staying in th'
rafe. The season had not yet De
gun. the casino in Wimereaux. abou
which he had been careful 10 make in
quiries, was not open, and IN this out
landish spot there didn't seen: 10 be
Thing to do. And there, were the ions
evenings to kill.
He drummed On the table with hi
Gngers and looked along the road. DC
casionaily q motor flashed by in ctout
OF dust, wound its way To the foot o.
the sand dunes, breasted the rise, grow
'ng smaller and smaller. and oissP
peared down the other side. An ODD
ooking cart, rather like that of a com
nercial traveller, with epacisted horses
logged along, determined to arrive
sooner or later IN the town. But nons
q the Cafe Tardot. When the servant
Urought in coffee and cosnac ne spoke
lis there any thing to do here
The girl feoked surprised. VIII moi
monsieur play golf
Lsyden's foot shifted ir,itably.
One cannot play solf In this light
he said icily. rs there ne cafe concert
lere-nothing ?'
There viii be the casino at Winner.
eux in the season, If monsieur stays I'll
An expression foated into Leyden
mind. which he Lad heard used by q
Rhodes scholar. He applied 1t to The
maiden whose brain wasn't as pimoit
as he would have liked
You make me tired" he said in Eng.
1ish. = Si- frs-..-- s,.sz-. 49,.
70 his intense surprise she replied:
II am sorree, but do not look eet.
She followed the remark by series
Of chicken noises, as though In triumph
Of having laid a verbal egg, and re.
ired, through the bai, leaving trail
iCf yiggles behind her.
Left alone again with his thoughts
Leyden liz cigar. There seemed TO bs
= pad job and wait to see what the NOR.
Tow would bring forth. III IT brought
rothing-well. he would shake the dust
Of Nine. Tardot from his shoes and
atch the first train to Paris. Paris
His cigar smoke trickiod through his
nostriels and in il he saw the hJhts
IL the De Harcourt. heard the str.api
uf the orchestra, saw himself sitting q.
the corner table outside. commanding
street runring at right angles, sur
-ounded by the hundred types of the
luarter-studeBts arguing hotty over
: neir many-coiored drinks. hirondelles
me ~ tables with the saint smile at the
corner of the lips, old crones: tooth:
ess and gray. creeping in and out OF
the tables calling like manky peahens,
la Presse! La P-esse:'-and all the
Time the rumble of tratfic. the clatter
of heels. the incessant voices. all form
ing a wonderful accompaniment to the
rigging adde's and the tum-tum of
The piano.
sat there motiouless gazing into the
Ihiek blue cigar-smoke, and suddenly
rhe waltz of the De Harcout orchestra
hanged into a soft love-song.
The sun touches softly the breast OF
the waves,
The earth has closed her weary eyes,
Wv sweetheart, lei us wend our way
Paris faced, ard Leyden sat quickly
% in his chair. The voice was very
SUset, and came rearer and nearer. He
Jeered out through the glass into the
-nad and saw girl, tall and slim,
aiking along with kind of Tilt, keep
ing time to The song.
Ny sweetheart, let us wend our way
t'ong the quiet roads,
So sw eetheart, ccmeand Sc our meadow
Golden In the setting sun"
she was unaware that any eyes were
stchfng her, unaware that this tiny
cident-the singing Of a love ballad
as 10 be the mCst important milestone
- her life. The Quaint little Breton air
-ung by this girl tn the stars caused the
solitary guest at the Cafe Tardot to
'orget lis cynicisIn. to forget that there
as Eothing 70 do. to forget Paris. He
Slt motionless, listening. II would no
longer be necessary for him TO wait and
see what the morrow would bring forth.
On the heather let US sit,
fly mead upon thJ lap:
"ield thy lips 10 my kisses
he scent OF the harvest all around"
The words came family and moro
sinJIy. She mad passed. and the road
as empty. Tne only sound was the
imble Of the sea Suddenly a great
cam OF light . Ilshed into the room and
disappeared. the Girls Nez beacon had
begun its work.
Leycen threw down his napkins and
eft the dining hail. yield thy lips to
ny kisses he quoted. BY Jove!
Nhc knows?''