The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-10-02

I reward. He had run away when he
should have hung on. He should have
fought every inch OF the way.
| Monsieur Is lonelyy"
| A pretty young woman sat down
before him In the vacant chair.
CHAPTER u.
| There 10 q Woman2
Anger. curiosity. interest; these
sensations blanketed one another
quickly, leaving only interest, which
was Courtlandt's normal state OF mind
when he saw q pretty woman. II did
not require very keen scrutiny on his
part to arrive swiftly at The conclu-
sion that this one was not quite In
the picture. Her cheeks were not red
with that redness which has a per-
manency of tone. neither waxing nor
waning, abashed In daylight. Nor
had her lips found their scarlet mois.
! ture from out the depths of certain
little porcelain boxes. Decidedly she
was out OF place here, yet she evinced
no embarrassment; she was cool, At
ease. Courtlandt's interest strength
ened.
Why do you think I am lonely.
Mademoiselle?" he asked, without
smiling.
| "Oh, when one talks to ones self.
strikes the table, wastes good wine.
the inference IL but natural. SO,
Monsieur is lonely
| Her lips and eyes, as grave and
smileless as his own, puzzled him.
An adventure? He looked at some
Of the other women. Those he could
J understand. but this one. no. At all
times he was willing to smile. yet to
draw her out he realized that he must
preserve his gravity unbroken. The
situation was not usual. His gaze
came back to her.
rs the comparison favorable to
me?" she asked.
| 1T Is. What IL loneliness?" he de-
manded cynically.
"Ah, l could tell you," she an
swered. 1T is the longing to be with
the one we love; 1t is the hate OF the
wicked things we have done; 1t 10
remorse'
THAT echoes of the Ambigu-Co Com
ique." He leaned upon his arms.
What are you doing here?'
| at"
| Yes. You do not talk like the other
girls who come here
Monsieur comes here frequently,
them"
This IL the first time In five years.
| came here tonight because l want
cd to be alone, because l did not wish
to meet any one l knew. / have
scowled at every girl In the room,
and they have wisely left me alone.
/ haven't scowled at you because l
do not know what to make OF you.
That's frankness. Now, you answer
my question"
Would you spare me a glass OF
wine? I am thirsty"
He struck his hands together. bit
Of orientalism he had brought back
with him. The observant waiter in
stantly came forward with glass.
The young woman slipped the wine,
| gazing into the glass as she did SO.
Perhaps within brought me here.
But | repeat, Monsieur Is lonely"
$50 lonely that ! am almost tempt
! ed to put you into a taxicab and run
away with you
! She set down the glass.
"But I sha'n't." he added.
| The spark of eagerness in her eyes
was instantly curtained. There 10 a
woman" tentatively.
is there not always q woman"
And she has disappointed Mon
sieur?" There was no marked SYM
patty in the tone.
"Since Eve has that not been wom-
ans part In the human comedy He
was almost certain that her lips be-
came firmer. Smile, II you wish. 1t
10 not prohibitory here"
| II was evident that the smile had
been struggling for existence. for it
endured to the fulness Of half min.
ute She had fine teeth. He scru-
tinixed her more closely. and she bore
II we'll. The forehead did not make
for beauty; It was too broad and
high, intellectual. Her eyes were
splendid. There was nothing at all
ordinary about her. His sense OF puz-
element renewed itself and deepened.
What did she want OF him? There
were other men, other vacant chairs.
| Monsieur 10 certain about the taxi
cabw
| Absolutely"
"Ah, It IL to emulate Saint An
thony!'
There are several saints Of that
name. To which do you refer2"
| Positively not to him Of Padua."
Courtlandt laughed. No, I can not
fancy myself being particularly con-
oerned about bambini. No, my model
Is Noah"
NOAH" obviously.
Yes. At the time the food there
was only one woman In the world"
II am afraid that your knowledge
OF that event Is somewhat obscured
Still, understand"
She lifted the wine-glass again, and
then he noticed her hand It was
large, white and strong 1t was not
the hand OF woman who dallied,
who idled In primrose paths.
Tell me, what Is II you wish? You
interest me, at moment. too. when
do not want to be interested. Are
you really In trouble: In there any
thing | can do :. barring the taxi
cab?"
She twirled the glass, uneasily. II
am not In actual need OF assistance"
But you spoke peculiarly regard
ing loneliness"
Perhaps like the melodrama.
You spoke Of the Ambigu-C omique.
"You are on the stage?"
Perhaps"
THE Opera
Again perhaps"
He laughed once more, and drew
his chair closer to the table.