Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1915-02-11

ri began to feel uneasy. This ad-
venture was rather risky. But the
two men passed on. -
"'They are my masters, said
Fadeja.., and if they find me, they
will beat me. Take me with you.
They dare not search for me in the
English quarters. Let me 5 hide
there
az must admit that my ardor
cooled somewhat. At a little dis
tance we could see the dark waters
of the Ganges, and ! knew well
enough that the Hindu would not
hesitate to throw "A man in if he
crossed his path. We came out Of
the passage and walked stealthily
along and soon reached the Euro
pean quarter, where we were out Of
danger. We were saved-so Fade
jah affirmed. What precise danger
had menaced us l do not know
"The next day had to leave CAL
cutta and continue nv journey"
"And Fadejah?" asked Merseins.
81 left her installed in my hotel.
made her promise to write to me
and let me know how she got along
after had left. was travelling
from ono place to another and l
never received line from her."
And you have not seen her
since? ?"
eyes, two days before / returned
to France saw gorgeously
gowned woman seated in hand
some carriage. She was driving up
the principal street in Calcutta. I
recognized Fadejah."
"Who had became a princess ?"
princess of the demi-monde," an
swered Jacques. ~ thought no more
about her until tonight. Nine. Ca
lesse is Fadejah."
They strolled back to the house.
The two friends stood on the terrace
looking through the open window.
They saw Pecheret leading his
hostess to the piano, where an ac-
companist was already seated.
Nine. Calesse began her song, a
weird Hindu romance. The song
sung in the beautiful language,
which has bean the mother of all
languages, thrilled with tenderness.
As her rich voice poured forth the
notes her slender body swayed to
and fro. Her guests crowded round
her, fascinated. Calesse watched
her from the distance-he was proud
of her triumph. ..t.
That is the song she sung to me
that night in Calcutta" said Jacques,
catching his breath.
The evening passed; the drawing
rooms were almost empty, for most
of the guests had departed. Only
a group ef men and women stood
chatting in the small salon.
"Shall we go now?" whispered
Merseins. s.
:, "No; am: nightly interested"
~ believe you are still in love with
Fadejah or Nine, Calesse."
"Not at all, but she and her hus-
band interest me, and l am wonder
ing how she arrived at her present
position"
He spoke the truth. He was not
in love with Fadejah. He was
deeply in love with Jeanne. .
1t was Jeanne's sweet face that
was always before him, and he knew
that little by little she had taken
possession of his whole heart.
There was no trace of emotion
now on Nine. Calesse's beautiful
face as she spoke to Jacques. Her
husband watched her narrowly. He
was convinced that she had met the
young southerner before. The few
remaining guests were taking re-
freshments at the buffet and talking
scandal, divorce and politics.
Nine. Calesse seemed to be well
informed.
She had the air of true Parisian.
Merseins looked at Velizay in a puz-
zled manner, as much as to say that
he could hardly believe the story his
friend had just told him. This beau
tiful, distinguished woman dancing
before an intoxicated crowd in a
Calcutta dance hall
at is late" said Jacques, 1--WE will
wish you good night. madame"
But she kept them chatting still
for some minutes. Then Calesst
strolled down the garden with few
of his friends. Inc other men lin
gered on the veranda.
"Come, want to show you {
beautiful piece of stuff / brought
from India" she said suddenly, turn
ing to Jacques. "You have nevel
seen anything like it elsewhere,
am sure"
She went with Jacques into
smaller room leading out Of the sa
Ion, which served her as a boudoii
Everything in the room had bee
brought from India. On an inlai
table was little tambourine, tn
frame of which was of exquisitel
chased silver. A few minutes late
Mime Caleaae and jacques returne