Cheraw chronicle. [volume] (Cheraw, S.C.) 1896-2005, 1914-04-23
The Beautiful Tisress.

she did not. IN the one case he was
aiIable, winning, pleasant, full of those
agreeable little surprises that in turn
| attract a woman. In the other case,
he passed on, for his impressions were
instant and did not require the usual
skirmishing.
Oh, stubborn Dutchman that he had
been! Blind fool! To have run away
instead of fighting to the last ditch for
his happiness! The Desimone woman
was right; it had taken him long
time to come to the conclusion that
she done him an Ill turn. His jaw set,
and the pressure of his lips broke the
sweep Of his mustache, converting 1t
into bristling tufts, warlike and reso-
lutte.
What of the pretty woman in the
Taverne Royale? What about her? At
whose bidding had she followed him?
One or the other Of them had not told
the truth, and he was inclined to be-
lieve that the prevarication had its
source in the pomegranate lips Of the
Calabrian. To give the old barb one
more twist, to learn If its venomous
point still held and hurt; nothing
would have afforded the diva more de-
light.
When the taxicab joined the long
line Of carriages and automobiles op-
posite the Austrian ambassadors
Courtlandt awoke to the dismal and
disquieting fact that he had formu-
lated no plan Of action. He had done
no more than to give the driver his
directions; and now that he had ar
rived, he had the choice Of two alter
natives. He could wait to see her
come out or return at once to his hotel,
which. as subsequent events affirmed.
would have been the more sensible
course. He would have been confront
ed with small difficulty in gaining ad-
mission to the house. He knew enough
of these general receptions; the an
nouncing Of his name would have con-
veyed nothing to the host, who knew
perhaps a third of his guests, and
an adventure was distasteful to Court
landt. He could not everstep certain
recognized boundaries Of convention,
and to enter a mans house unasked
was colossal impudence. Beyond this,
he realized that he could have accom-
plished nothing; the advantage would
have been hers. Nor could he meet
her as she came out, for again the
odds would have been largely in her
favor. No, the encounter must be
when they two were alone. She must
be surprised. She must have no time
to use her ready wit. An idea pre-
sented itself 1t appealed to him at
that moment as quite clever and
feasible.
Wait" he called to the driver
He dived among the carriages and
| cars, and presently he found what he
sought-her limousine. He had taken
the number into his mind too keenly
to be mistaken. He saw the end of his
| difficulties; and he went about the af-
| fair with his usual directness. 1t was
only at rare times that he ran his head
into cul-de-sac. If her chauffeur was
| regularly employed in her service, he
would have to return to the hotel; but
If he came from the garage, there was
hope. Every man is said to have his
! price, and a French chauffeur might
prove no notable exception to the rule.
Are you driver for Madame da Tos-
cana?" Courtlandt asked Of the man
lounging in the forward seat
The chauffeur looked hard at his
questioner, and on finding that he sat-
isfied the requirements Of a gentle
man. grumbled an affirmative. The
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