New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-10-19

Hernia stood her ground a moment de-
family, her arms akimbo, and then dumbly
followed
Markham lei the way toward the mar
kctplacc. where the crowds were gathered.
The glance he stole ut Hernia revealed a set
expression, a cheek highly flushed, and a
lambent eye.
III 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
with the narrow eye OF contempt. you
will get me nothing, she replied.
Nothing but food, he replied. "We are
now going to eat.
If scorn could kill, Phiidor must have
died ut once But She followed him 10 the
Hotel Dicu, and nibblcd silently At what he
had ordered. His efforts 30 relieve the ten
sion were unavailing; SO he gave II up, and
al last lei the way TO the marketplacc, where
Carissl was unpackei and Yvonne donned
her orchestra.
business was good; though Philidor did
the lions share Of il. The sound OF WON
mes drum drew a crowd ami Philidor got
out his skctching block and went 70 work
on the nearest onlooker, a peasant girl OF
eighteen in Norman hcadgear. She de-
murrcl at first; but she was pretty and
knew it. and Philiior's tongue was pcrSua-
siye. his nervous crayon eloquent He was
at his best here. and when the sketch was
done ne gave it 10 her with his compliments.
The girls lover gardener from an estate
nearby, showed it jubilantly from group to
group, and PhilidorS fame was again eStab-
llShel.
It could not in any truth be said that
NvOnncS orchestra was a symphonic Sue
cess; for She tangled her mandolin horribly
out Of tune, and blew her mouth organ afro
cousy. But whatever her performance
lacked in artistry 1t made up in noise, her
drum and cymbals awaking such din that
existence was unbcarable 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 eXecrable perform
ancc awhile ago, and now realized with a
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 a
man. 1t was true, and plainly TO be seen
that the man was Pierre dc Folligny. Phil
dor watched them uncertainty. \ 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 a 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.
where are you going, Yvonne?" he asked
quietly.
who knows" she laughed. "To Paris,
perhaps.
"Mademoiselle has consented to ride with
me- said De Foligny coolly. 81 trust we
do not interfere with your plans"
PhilidorS eyes sought only hers. you
insist he asked of her
She laughed at him. NdtweHemeut."
The car had begun to move.
"One moment, Monsieur
De Folligny only smiled, put on the power,
and in a moment was speeding down the
cobbled street leaving Phlidor staring after
them, his head full of wild thoughts of pur-
suit, the most conspicuous dolt in all Yer
ncuil
n TT no tbr,,st HI, L,,,. Ee., I,o,N into he