The Mena weekly star., 1913-04-03
CHAPTER III.
The Holy Yhiordes.

szke drank his burgundy perfume E Had it been astringent as the E wine of Corsica, he would not
 noticed 1t. The little nerves m from his tongue to his brain emporarily lost the power of con- 64tion. And all because of the Icfoss the way. He couldn't keep 34es from wandering in her di- 3a She faced him diagonally. 1<e but little, and when the elder satleman poured out for her
 If sauterne, she motioned it ! rested her chin upon her fold zn1s, and stared not at but |sh her vis-a-vis.
 xas a lovely head, topped with
 0f lustrous, light brown hair; ssl face, of white and rose and
 fones; scarlet lips, a small, reg nose, and a chin the soft round 0f which hid the resolute lift to r0 these attributes of loveliness added a perfect form, the long, dE curves of youth. not the abrupt dIrs of maturity. George couldn't n when he had been so i'm I'd by a face. From the moment I'd stepped down from the car. 1. bis interest had been drawn, Had grown to such dimensions @b len he entered the dining-room .I&nce immediately searched for |3ble What luck in finding her x the wayl He questioned if he. zVer seen her before. There was EHng familiar; the delicate pro- <Fred some sleeping memory but 1f wake it.
 H to meet her, and when he did her, how to interest her? If she Ipnly drop her handkerchief, her * *something to give him an ex- 4n opening. An, he was certain <his time the hydra-headed one 4 not overcome him. To gain #ention and to hold it, he would Iaced a lion, tiger, a wild-ele- E To diagnose these symptoms E not be fair to George. Love N sight" reads well and sounds &but we hoary-headed philoso- k know that the phrase is only D license.
 n and only once, she looked in fection. It swept over him with pm of a winter wind that he as much to her as a tree, a meadow, as seen from the |T of a speeding railway train. Dis observation, transient as it #tt with him the indelible i'm Dn that her eyes were the sad Ae had ever seen. Why? Why I a young and beautiful girl have aike that? It could not mean zpl weariness, else the face zin some way have expressed it. aderly man appeared to do his <p animate her; he was kindly 9urteous and by the gentle way 4ehed at intervals was trying to T up the situation with jest or &he girl never so much as smiled, pgged her shoulders; she was as Hslye to these overtures as mar puld have been.
 #ges romance gathered itself for At. Perhaps it was love thwart- aA the gentleman with the mus 'Pnd imperial in spite of his ami Il might be the ogre. Perhaps
 love and duty. Perhaps her
 Dad gone down to sea. Perhaps plers are known to do such
 he had run away with the # girl. If that was the case,
 did not think highly of that
 'e gentleman's taste. Perhaps
 rhaps again; but George might
 gone on perhapsing till the T doom, with never a solitary
 er or the true state of the girls
 Whenever he saw an unk aown
 woman who attracted his at- T ne never could resist the i'm
 'o invent a romance that might
 edlately after dessert the two
 ihd George, finding that nothing
 ilnportant than a pineapple ice aeu him, got up and followed. Mir.
 e almost trod on his heels as
 Neht through the doorway into
 osy lounging-room. George
 u into vacant divan and wait
 ms cafe a la Turque. Mir.
 walked over to the head-por-
 ureau and asked if that gentle
 ouIu be so kind as to point out
 eorge P. A. Jones, if he were
 gre Tn sight. He thoughtfully,
 say regretfully. laid down g I bribe.
 1 Jones?" The porter knew Mir. very we'll. He was generous,
 'ated the servants as though ere really human beings. Mir.
 e' either by his inquiry or as
 sult Of his bribe. vent up sev-
 esrees in the porter's estima MT Jones is over there, on the by the door"
 banks"
 hyanne did not then seek the I man. He studied the quarry
 diplomatic distance. No; there lothlng to indicate that George eal Algernon Jones was in any i"ndicapped by his Arthuresque He names.
 iool' as Gioeonda fin her infinite fin hath said; but romantic, ter iomantic, yet, like the timid who puts a foot into the water, coiu' and withdraws it. It will rpend upon whether he is a real
 'or or merely buyer of rugs. |alu' then, Horace; n sovereign eauy dashed headlong down the l1on. The curse of speaking
 oushts aloud did not lie heavily