The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1914-10-11

caDlP ltcln III HHpIN Sllt, You see, now am not
known by 70 powder more. lou like me so p
And they did like him. Ceancut lips and strong
wcll-set jaws gave him arstocratic air that had
been wanting before.
81 have been thinking" he plunged at once into
the subject next his heart. "'thc night as your say
ing goes, carries the consul - Is it not so! have
thought perhaps the tooth paste will trouble Made
moSclle's mother Well. That will be all right -
fix. Dtol is good for dcntircc. but il is no name
for MadcmoiScle Nolandc - Parliament and
Won will want ancestors. II is always i'm the coun
try democratic That what make Napoleon pop
ular - he make washwomcn duche>Scs. he make the
gamn Marechals of France all right. have ances-
tors tomorrow"
In vain Mrs. thalloucr summoned her dignity in
vain she strove to explain that "thcy really must not
Dcjol was no more to be wtlstood than delightful.
friendly Young tornado. While they declined his
invitations and refused his prolcred plans. he
whiSkcd them off To thautilly and the races - they
must there were "buts" about it. Iii, horse wa,
running, and he could have no possible chance of
winning unless MadcmoiNcIle saw him.
Forgotten was the fatal dcntfrice. Who could
think of such humble necessities in the face of Croe-
suS Antimous The biz car brought them whirling
To the course, through the lovely forest roads. with
enchanting glmp>cs of the white chateau seated by
lis murmuring waterways, past the hidden Sorcery
of that fairy place. LA mansion de Sylyie." ON
TO the green Swaid of the Race Track where it came
to a stop in the club enclosure.
lolande was in a daze Of happiness 1t seemed
to her that she had always known her wonderful
Goth; had been his sister in play before he had be-
come her lover They talked necessarily, selfshly,
personally as lovers talk.
Mrs Challoner in spite of the wrath to come, was
hypnotized into acquiescencc. The friendly tornado
had whired her, too off her feet. She was giddily
careering through world of luxury and laughter.
That is my horse Dtiol exclaimed suddenly. as
a big golden chestnut led from the paddock
He is just the color of my Capiairc hair reurner
- 50 | nm He will win
Madcmoiselle are here - you shall see For you he
will 90 like what you call, the slippery lightning"
"Tonique!' The word brought the Chaperone
back TO earth with II jolt But lolaudc was beyond
such trvialities She would have quaed the TONGUE
as Olympian nectar. and putlcd her face with the
dentifrice She had become unconscious of iucon-
gruties as Dtjol himself
"Tonique,' she repeated, 'wlat beautiful, what a
wonderful creature! | love him"
"lie is yours, Mademoisellc," he cried rapturously
"Oh it is pleasure to give you that which You like
And may call you lolandc! For cabled to your
father last night, that ! would beg Your hand -"
sob. goodness gracious" exclaimed Mrs. Chal-
loner, 'lolande! 80 what ~W your father say"
VOLANDE paled and hcsitatcd. Evidently she
wished to say something. but could not. She
turned frightened. protesting eyes on Dtiol.
Don't you think" she ventured. You are rather
taking things for grantcdE
'Mais od'" he exclaimed "Oh. know. You
will say NO" twice like that NO" no" Then
| shall threaten TO 90 away, TO enlist to hunt
lions OF something and you win call me back and
say Yes But why waste all the time? ! am
furious with all the years have not known YOU"
Mrs. Challoncr interviewed "If You please" she
said icily until Mr. FoSomc authorizes your adj
vanccs. will you kindly speak of other subjects
confess | am amazed Nou are audacious Mon
sieur Dtio"
lie was humblcd.
"a thousand pardons.' he cried Il offend i