Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1914-08-21
CHAPTER II.
There is a Wonan7

Anger, curiosity, interest; these sen
sations blanketed one another quickly
leaving only interest. which was
Courtlandt's state of mind when he
saw a 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 we're not red with that
redness which has a permanency of
tone, neither waxing nor waning,
abashed in daylight Nor had her lips
founl their scarlet moisture from out
the Apths of certain little porcelain
boxes Decidedly she was out of place
here, yet she evinced no embarrass-
ment; she was cool, at ease. Court
landts interest strengthened
why do you think am lonely,
mademoiselle2 p he asked, without
smiling.
"Oh, when one talks to ones self,
strikes the table, wastes good wine.
the inferencs 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.
rs the comparison favorable to
me?" she asked.
ut is. What is loneliness?" he de-
manded cynically.
"Ah, could tell you" she answered.
TT is the longing to be with the one
we love; 1t is the hate of the wicked
things we have done; 1t is remorse."
THAT echoes of the Ambigu-Com
ique."
Would you spare me a glass of
wine? l am thirsty"
He struck his hands together, a bit
of orientalism he had brought back
with him. The observant waiter In.
stantly came forward with glass.
The young woman slipped the wine
gazing into the glass as she did so
Perhaps a within brought me here
But l repeat, monsieur is lone y"
80 lonely that am almost tempted
to put you into a taxicab and run
away with you"
She set down the glass.
But shan't," he added.
The spark Of eagerness In her eyes
was instantly curtained. There is {
womanT" tentatively.
'Is there not always a woman7"
And she has disappointed mon
sieur?" There was no marked sym
pathy In the tone.
Since Eve, has that not been WON
ans part in the human comedy?" HI
was almost certain that her lips be
came tirmer Smile. If you wish.
is not prohibitory here"
She lifted the wine-glass again, ant
then he noticed her hand. 1t wa
large, white and strong; it was no
the hand OF woman who dallied, whit
idled in primrose paths.
Tell me, what is 1t you wish? Yol
interest me, at a moment, too, when
do not want to be interested. Are yol
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 regarding
loneliness"
Perhaps l like the melodrama 70
spoke of the Ambigu-Comique."
you are on the stage7"
Perhaps"
THE opera?'
Again perhaps"
! He laughed once more, and drew hi
r chair closer to the table.
you followed me here. Fror
I where?"
Followed your" The effort to Civ
D a knocking accent to her voice was
= failure.
; YES. The idea just occurred to m,
D There were other vacant chairs, an
i there was nothing inviting in my facis
4 expression. Come, let me have tn
q truth"
q 81 have friend who knows Flor
!. Desimone."
D "Ahl" AS II this information was
o direct visitation OF kindness from tn
s gods. Then you know where tn
: Calabrian lives? Give me her a