The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1914-08-15
A Wonderful Photo-Play Serial Novel



Jenkins-just waiting" Glghed Harry.
"WhylH may presume 70 ten you. sir
Miss Marvin has gone to the reception"
said Jenkins.
s0one!" Harry cried abruptly. hotly.
to . servant and swung into the reception
room.
He put ON his hat and coat and rang
for jenkins again.
How long ago was It that Mis- Pauline
went QUIT"
almost IN hour ago. sir."
Harry CLAIMED his way out of the door
It was not until he was in the car ON his
way to tho CONTIGUOUS that he began to
think-began to think with utterly wrong
deductions. - lovers always do.
II must have said too much" he told
himself. 'She's crazy about these Wild
pranks and she thinks I'm = stupid soody-
goody. What fool was to try to pre-
vent her!"
He was naturally . lote arrival at the
reception. You aren't very nice, Mr..
Marvin. to snub my pet musician-my
very newest pet musician" Nrs. Courtel-
you rebuked him.
Il didn't mean It. I was waiting for
why. my car went to pieces" he explained.
lis Pauline here?"
Here? She is the only person present.
Baskineln hasn't spoken Q word to any
one else. He won't play anything unless
she suggests the subject. I am glad Mr..
Owen is here to protect her"
From the scintillAnt, nlmy mist Of
women around the piano Lucille emerged.
She came swiftly to Harry's side.
What is the matter?" she asked.
What IS? Tell MEL" he replied. srWhat
did you say to herr"
II didn't see her, Harry. She sent word
that she was not ct home"
You don't mean-not after you started
upstairs."
"Yes-and she hasn't spoken to me all
evening"
And she left me waiting 1t homo for
half an hour. It's outrageous"
Harry strobe across the floor Just a. the
music ceased, and Baskinelli arose, bow
ing to the applause Of his feminine ad-
mirers.
May I ask the honor to show 70 you
Madame Courtelyou's portrait Of myself?
It Is called The Glorincation Of Imbe-
cility.'" he said as he proRered his arm to
Pauline.
He was q small man, with sharp features
Swallowed by q mass Of flowing, curling
hair-the kind Of hair that has come to be
called musical" by the irreverent. The
sweep Of an abnormal brow gave emphasis
to the sudden jut Of deep eye sockets. and
Q dull. sallow skin gave emphasis to the
subtle sinister light Of the eyes themselves.
A genius, q mailman or criminal would
have been the verdict Of phrenologist.
Pauline accepted the profered arm Of
the artist, but daintily. laughingly. she
turned him back to the piano.
You haven't yet escaped. Signor Bash
nelli." she said. I'VE have not yet heard
'Tivoli,' you know.
'-Tivoli," he cried, with hands appraised
in mock disdain. why. wrote the thing
myself. Am / to violate even my own
masterpieces?
There was 4 twitter of mocking protest
from the women BaskinelLi began to play
again.
pauline, may l speak to you-just
moment?" Harry's vexed voice reached
her ear as she stood beside the piano. She
turned slowly and looked into his Devil
dered, angry eyes.
"A little later-possibly." she answered.
without stirring her sheathless elbow from
the rim OF the instrument Instantly sne
turned D0ck TO BaSKl0eAu. A8 NO pAayoU
he lifted his eyes to hers. The eyes were
expressionless; the music spoke their
meaning.
Pauline understood the meaning. From
her no mask Of music, no glamor Of others
admiration could hide the predatory obse-
uuiousness Of Baskinelli She was not In
the least interested in BaskinelH- She had
loathed him from the moment when she
had looked down on his little oily cur1s ~
he kissed her hand in greeting. But u
Baskineui had been Beeslebub he would
have enjoyed the favor of Pauline that
evening-at least. after Harry had arrived.
Baskinelli was captivated. The glowing.
piouant beauty Of Pauline enthralled him
with its charm Of novelty. He had never
before seen q woman like her-annoceut
but astute. daring but demure. brilliant
but opalescent- When at last they stroa1ed
away together into the conservatory he
gave way to his ardor. His drawing room
obeisancea became direct declarations Of
love.
Pauline began to be frightened.
She nuttered to the door of the coneeEvar
tory. But there she paused. Voices
sounded from the end Of : little Iuee-
trimmed alley. They were the voices q
Harry and Lucille.
Baskinelli was It her side again
III have said anythtng done anything
to oGend.. he SID With a&octed eoutftion.