The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-07-04

otcu tddf anu Two Eenlie
men. are advancing over the
green sward.
The Senator and his daughter
rise. and walk forward to meet
themA Gerald and Nancy remain
behind Indeed the young mar
hardly sees the strangers. Since
morning he has been In a strange
state of alternating rapture and
despair. He feels as II he and
Nancy, having just found one an
other. are now doomed to part
suddenly he comes back 10 the
drab realities OF everyday life
His father is introducing him &c
the visitors-first TO the lady
Mrs. Arbuthnot-my son. Gerald
Barton. Mrs. Dampier - Mrs
ArbuthnOt. And then to the two
men, Mr.. Arbuthnot and a Mr.
Dallas.
There is a quick interchange OF
talk. The newcomers are explain
Ing who and what they are. Mr..
Robert Arbuthnot is retired
Anglo-Indian official. and he and
his wife have now lived for two
years i'm the dover house which
forms part of the Barwell Moat
estate.
Il should not have called quite
so soon had il not been that our
friend, Mr.. Dallas. is only stay ing
with us for two or three days. and
he is most anxious to meet you
Mr.. Senator. Mr.. Dallas is one OF
the Officers of Health for the
Port of London. He read some
years ago"-she turns smilingly
to the gentleman in question:
very interesting pamphlet with
which you seem to have been IN
some way concerned, about the
Port of New York"
All" says Mr.. Dallas, turning
smilingly to the Senator, how
envy my New York colleagues
They have plenary powers. They
are real autoerats!"
They would be but for oul
press" answers the Senator.
"Our London press Is getting
! almost as bad Government by
newspaper--" he shakes hiE
head expressively. "Ah. we'll
They do those things better IN
France"
And then Mrs. Arbuthnot'i
voice is heard at last. MY hus
band and Mr.. Dallas have onll
Just come back from Paris, Mis-
Barton. They had most in
teresting time: they spent a whole
day at the Prefecture of Police
with the Project himself
Mr.. Dallas jumps to his feet
He Is one of those men who nevei
like sitting still very long. MAJ
| have another lump of sugar
Miss Barton7 We we're speaking
of Paris-talk of muzzling the
press, they know how to muzzlt
their press in grim earnest IN
Paris! Talk of suppressing the
truth, they don't even begin &c
tell the truth there. The Tsar oil
Russia as an autocrat isn't in II
with the Paris Project of Pc
lice"
The Englishman goes happily
on, quite unconscious that he Il
treading on what has become for
hidden ground in the Barton ram
ily circle. The present man.
name is Beaueourt, a very pleas
ami fellow! He told me some
astounding stories. I wonder Il
you'd like to hear the one which
struck me mostf"
He looks round, pleased al
their attention, at the silence
which he naturally takes for con
sent.
Eagerly he begins: ut was two
years ago, at the height OF theiI
Exhibition season, and OF course
Paris was crammed-every house
full. from cellar to attic'
well, into that gay maelstrom
there suddenly arrived a couple
of young foreigners. They were
well-to-do, and what impressed
the little story particularly on
Monsieur Beaucourt's mind was
, the fact that they were on theii
honeymOon-you know how sen
timental the French are
well, these young people mad
oone 10 Italy for their honey
moon, and they were ending up
in Paris. They arrived late al
night think from Marsellles-
ana most providentially they were
nuf on different floors in the no
rel thew had chosen in the Latin
Quarter. Well, that very night q
very. very strange and terrible
thing befell this young couple
THAT first night of their stay II
paris. between two and three th'
bridegroom developed plague