Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1914-08-21
CHAPTER u.


CHAPTER u.
There 10 q Woman3
Anger, curiosity. interest; these sen
sations blanketed one another quickly.
leaving only interest. which was
Courtlandt's state of mind when he
saw pretty woman. 1t did not re-
Quire very keen scrutiny on his part
to arrive swiftly at the conclusion that
this one was not quite In the picture.
Her cheeks were not red with that
redness which has q permanency OF
tone, neither waxing nor waning,
abashed in daylight. Nor had her lips
found their scarlet moisture from out
the 0pths of certain little porcelain
boxes. Decidedly she was out Of place
here, yet she evinced no embarrass-
ment; she was cool. at ease. Court
landt's interest strengthened.
why do you think l am lonely,
mademoiselle he asked, without
smiling.
"Oh. when one talks to ones self.
strikes the table, wastes good wine,
the inference is but natural. So. mon
| sieur 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 under
stand, but this one, no. At all times
he was willing to smile, yet to draw
her out he realized that he must pre-
serve his gravity unbroken. The stu
alton was not usual His gaze came
back to her.
"Is the comparison favorable to
me?" she asked.
at is. What is loneliness?" he de.
manded cynically.
"Ah, could tell you" she answered
1T is the longing to be with the one
we love; it is the hate of the wicked
things we have done; 1t is remorse."
THAT echoes of the Ambigu-Com
ique."
would you spare me glass Of
wine? l am thirsty"
He struck his hands together, a BIZ
Of orientalism he had brought bach
with him. The observant waiter in
stantly came forward with a glass.
The young woman slipped the wine
gazing into the glass as she did so
Perhaps q within brought me here
But l repeat, monsieur is lone ""
80 lonely that am almost temple,
to put you into "a taxicab and rul
away with YOU"
She set down the glass.
But sha'n't, he added.
The spark Of eagerness in her eye
was instantly curtained. There is
woman?" tentatively.
SIS there not always a womanT
And she has disappointed mon
sieur?" There was no marked syn
pathy in the tone. -
Since Eve, has that not been won
ans part in the human comedyT H
was almost certain that her lips be
, came firmer. Smile, II you wish.
is not prohibitory here"
She lifted the wine-glass again, an
I then he noticed her hand. 1t wa
large, white and strong; it was nc
the hand of woman who dallied, VIII
8 idled in primrose paths.
Tell me, what IL 1t you wish? 70
r interest me. at moment, too, when
do not want to be interested. Are 20
really in trouble? Is there anything
, can do barring the taxicab!
She twirled the glass. uneasily.
am not in actual need of assistance
But you spoke peculiarly regardin
It loneliness"
/? Perhaps like the melodramA. 70
!! spoke of the Ambigu-C omiQue."
you are on the stager"
It Perhaps"
It 1.-THE opera?"
y Again perhaps"
a He laughed once more. and drew b
O. chair closer to the table.
g. you followed me here. Fro
II where?"
Followed you" The effort to civ
10 a mocking accent to her voice was
D. failure.
O. Eyes. The idea just occurred to m
10 There were other vacant chairs. al
ID there was nothing inviting in my faci
I'd expression. Come. let me have Il
"a truth"
in 81 have q friend who knows Flo
9. Desimone."
N "Ah!" As II this information was
to direct visitation of kindness from Il
70 gods. Then you know where Il
C. Calabrian lives? Give me her q
b. Dress"
H. (To BE CoNT1NUEDJ