The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1914-05-08

has to do is to appeal to you, and you
can stop the car and summon the po-
lice"
The chauffeur drew In his legs and
leaned toward his tempter. Monsieur,
il you are not TESTING, then you are a
mailman. Who are you? What do
know about your never saw you be-
fore, and for two seasons have driv-
en- mademoiselle in Paris. She wears
beautiful jewels tonight. How do
know that you are not gentlemanly
thief? Ride home with mademoiselle!
You are crazy Make yourself scarce,
monsieur; In one minute shall call
the police"
"Blockhead!"
English of this order the F'renchman
perfectly understood. La, la!" he
cried, rising to execute his threat.
Courtlandt was furious, but his fury
was directed at himself as much as at
the trustworthy young man getting
down from the limousine. His eager
ness had led him to mistake stupidity
for cleverness. He had gone about the
affair with all the clumsiness of a boy
who was making his first appearance
at the stage entrance. It was nightly
disconcerting. too, to have found an
honest man when he was in desperate
need of dishonest one. He had faced
with fine courage all sorts of danger
GUS wild animals; but at this moment
he hadn't the courage to face a po-
liceman and endeavor to explain, in
foreign tongue, situation at once SO
delicate and so singularly open to mis-
construction. So, for the second time
In his life he took to his heels. OF
the first time, more anon. He scram-
bled back to his own car, slammed the
door, and told the driver to drop him
at the Grand. However, he did not re-
turn to the hotel.
Mademoiselle da Toscana's chauf-
feur scratched his chin in perplexity.
In frightening OF his tempter he rec
ognized that now he would never be
able to find out who he was. He should
have played with him until mademoi-
selle came out. She would have known
instantly, That would have been the
time for the police. To hide in the
car! What the devil! Only mad
man would have offered such a propo-
sition. The man had been either an
American or an Englishman, for all
his accuracy in the tongue. Bah! Per-
haps he had heard her sing that night,
and had come. away from the Opera,
moonstruck. It was not an isolated
ok
ing him, but no one had ever offered
so uncommon a bride; five hundred
francs. Mademoiselle might not be-
lieve that part of the tale. Mademoi-
selle was clever. There was a stand
ing agreement between them that she
would always give him half of what
ever was offered him in the way of
brides. It paid. 1t was easier to sell
his loyalty to her for two hundred and
fifty francs than to betray her for five
hundred. She had yet to find him un-
truthful, and tonight he would be as
frank as he had always been.
But who was this fellow in the Ba-
varian hat, who patrolled the side
walk? He had been watching him
when the mailman approached. For
an hour or more he had walked up
and down, never going twenty feet be-
yond the limousine. He couldn't see
the face. The long dark coat had a
military cut about the hips and sshoul
ders. From time to time he saw him
glance up at the lighted windows. Eth,
well; there were other women in the
world besides mademoiselle, several
others.
He had to wait only half an hour for
her appearance. He opened the door
and saw to it that she was comfort
ably seated; then he paused by the
window, touching his cap.
What is it, Francois?"
"a gentleman offered me five hun
dred francs, mademoiselle, If would
permit him to hide in the car
Five hundred francs? To hide In
the car? Why didn't you call the po-
| lice7"
q started to. mademoiselle. but he
ran away"
ooh! What was he like?" The
prima donna dropped the bunch OF
roses on the seat beside her.
ooh, he looked well enough. He had
the air of gentleman. He was tall,
with light hair and mustache. But as
had never seen him before, and as
mademoiselle wore. some fine jewels,
babe him be on.
Would you know him AGAIN."
Surely mademoiselle."
''The next time anyone bothers you,
call the police. You have done well,
and shall remember it. Home"
The man in the Bayarian hat hur-
ried back to the third car from the
limousine, and followed at reason
ably safe distance.
She shut OF the light and closed her
eyes. She reclined against the cushion
once more, striving not to think. Once,
her hands shut tightly. Never, never,
never! She pressed down the burning
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