The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1914-02-15

front door Of the hotel figure suddenly
emerged, running toward them. 1t was
the musician.
"MademOselle, dear mademoiselle'"
he exclaimed with an exaggerated ges-
ture of great JOY, you have come to
me. 1t is the morning Of my life. this
! kiss your hands, dear mademoiselle."
She placed her hands firmly behind
her. Even in that dim, ghostly twilight
the three men who watched could sec
that she was tall and fair. Her tone
was full OF angry contempt.
Come to you indeed! You must be
mad. I came because they told me that
my father was here. that he'd had an
accident. Is this trick?"
The musician pressed toward her.
Dear mademoiselle," he pleaded. at
is no trick. 1t is the call Of my heart
10 yours. No longer could play at
Dccat's. pining for word with you, a
touch of your fingers.
"Mademoiselle. bc kind to me. I pray.
! am only poor artist, but there is no
one in your great world who could love
as l."
Artist indeed" the girl retorted. IT
should call You mountebank! The
messages I sent were simply to the
moment. They had nothing to do
with the man. Stand out of the way.
please. In your balcony at Decats you
are in your place. Here you annoy me-"
The musician stood quivering with
rage. his face convulsed with passion.
He looked like some evil thing.
"Mademoselle will regret" he de-
clared tiercely. Il sent her the message
we agreed upon" he added as though
to appeal to the Others. she leaves
her yacht To come to me. Now caprice
has seized her. Is IL that you are "a
coquette after all, mademoiselle? Is II
that you have indeed forgotten that
next my heart reposcs the flower you
sent me. the flower which your lips
have touched?"
You are an idiot" the girl declared
scornfully. I'm not sure that you are
not al'o a knave. insist upon being
told whether your message was a trick.
Is my father here or is he not"
The door Of the hotel had opened. II
was NJ. Dreiche who came out. He
bowed low to mademoiselle.
"Mademoiselle will he pleased to en-
ter" he begged. There are other
guests in the hotel and one fears to
disturb them"
Inc ElrI did not move.
Are you the proprietor" she de-
manded.
AT your service. mademoisellc
"Wli you tell me at once whether
my father, Mr.. Gilbert Powers, Is here?"
NJ Dreiche shook his head slowly.
"No, mademoiselc." he replied. There
IL certainly no gentleman Of that name
IN the hotel"
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brought her from the boat.
Am l to believe. then" she cried
angrily, that have been brought here
by a trick? These men came to the
yacht and told m" that my father was
lying here badly hurt. What does it
mcan?"
For the first time the girl seemed ter
rihed. She looked around her, as though
| searching for IA friendly face IN vain.
My father is not here" she gasped.
1T is indeed a plot, this"
Once more the musician approached
her.
"Ah. mademoisellc," he pleaded dear
lady of my dreams, forgive me If have
schemed just n little to win so great a
happiness. These are my brothers
Henri. who brought you here in the
| launch; Charles, who owns this hotel.
II come to them and tell them how
things are between You and me; how
We love, but how impossible it is to
meet, that your father is a millionaire.
and you, alas! are never alone. We
make this little plot between us. 1t is
for the happiness of both of us, dear.
Everything has been arranged, the
priest is at hand. by tomorrow night
we can he in Paris. Then ] will play
To you all my life, will teach you new
music ] will
His sentence ended in howl OF rage.
The girl had leaned forward and struck
him across the mouth with the palm of
her hand. Her eyes were blazing.
| you are a lunatic!" she exclaimed
fercely. II have smiled at YOU once or
twice because your music pleased me.
] sent you flower one night because !
hesitated to give you money. Whatever
more you have imagined Is simply the
result OF your stupid vanity.
] III you are indeed the manager Of the