The Lee County journal. (Leesburg, Ga.) 1904-19??, 1914-04-30

It1a1re, he wandered about WIere
~ Sfictated. He might be in Paris one
II Kamchatka the next. FOLLOWING
era he goes to cafe and is ac-
q cFAPTER II-Contlnued-
lie was minute wrinkle above
q Eknown's nose; the shadow Of
"She is very beautiful"
Did she send you after me?
MN he her address. / have come all
IKE by from Burma to see Flora
bne."
see herr" She unguardedly
the question with contempt,
He instantly forced a smile to
M lie the effect. Concerned with
In defined conclusions, she lost.
Il ironic bitterness that was in
ms voice.
indeed, to see her! Beautiful
bus, as alluring as Phryne, |
IL Nothing so much as to see her,
Ii K into her eyes, to hear her
N It Jealousy? hear the tragic
Of The certainty of her ground
b as morass again. In his turn
a IA puzzling her.
s tidSgedy? am an American. We
s kill opera singers. We turn
gaA liver to the critics. | wish to see
E8 "a sautiful Flora, to ask her few
81 ms. If she has sent you after
s address, my dear young lady,
B dress" His eyes burned.
h IN afraid" And she was SO.
n IA hasn't the tone of man madly
a It was wild anger. 0
4 tha I'd Of what?"
hi give you hundred francs. !"
lie produced a crisp note. DO you
FAINT tn"
She did not answer at once. Pres
J lntly she opened her purse, found a
hubby pencil and a slip of paper, and
krote. There it is, monsieur" She
= seld out her hand for the banknote
khich, with a sense Of baf1ement, he
lave her. She folded the note and
bowed it away with the pencil.
"Thank you" said Courtlandt. "Odd
Iaper, though" He turned it over.
SAh, / understand You copy music"
eyes, monsieur"
This time heNnerVous flicker of her
yes did not escape him. "You are
kudying for the opera. perhaps?"
eyes, that is it."
Good night" He rose.
"Monsieur is not gallant"
II was IL my youth. he replied put
Ing on his hat.
The bald rudeness Of his departure
lid not disturb her. She laughed soft
and relievedly. Indeed, there was
the laughter an essence of mischief.
however, If he carried away mys-
cry, he left one behind
The young woman waited five or ten
minutes, and, making sure that Court
andt had been driven off, left the
restaurant. Round the corner she en-
,aged carriage So that was Ed
YARD Courtlandt? She liked his face;
bore was not weak line In it, unless
lbbornness could be called such. But
Re stay away for two years! To hide
mself in jungles, to be heard Of only
his aarebrained exploits! Follow
5Yn; see where he goes" had been the
command For moment she had re-
,elIed, but her curiosity was not to
be denied. Besides, of what use was
friendship If not to be tried? She
knew nothing Of the riddle, she had
never asked a question openly. She
had accidentally seen a photograph
one da5, In trunk tray, with this
mans name scrawled across it, and
mon this f1imsy base she had builded
a dozen romances, each of which she
had ru.hlessly torn down to make
room fer another; but still the riddle
Iay unsolyed. She had thrown the
name into the conversation many a
time. as one might throw bomb into
crowd which had no chance to es-
cane. Fizzles! The man had been
calmly discussed and calmly dis
missed. At odd times an article in
the newspapers gave her an oppor-
unity. still the frank discussion, still
the calm dismissal. She had learned
that the man was rich, Irresponsible
yacillating, a picturesque sort of fool
But two years? What had kept him
away that long? A weak man, in love,
would not have made so tame sur
render. Perhaps he had not sur
rendered; perhaps neither Of them
had.
And yet, he sought the Calabrian.
Here was another blind alley out Of
which she had to retrace her steps.
Botherl That Puck Of Shakespeare
was right: What fools these mcrtals
be! she was very glad that she pos
sessed g true sense Of humor, spiced
with harmless audacity. What dreary
world it must be to those who did not
know how and when to laugh! They