The Twin Falls times. [volume] (Twin Falls, Idaho) 1905-1916, 1915-02-02
PERILS OF PAULINE
Continued from Page 81


"You haven't yet escaped, Signor
Baskinelli," she said I'VE have not
yet heard 'Tivoli' you know"
"Tivoli," he cried with hands up
raised in mock disdain. why | wrote
the thing myself. Am | to violate even
my own masterpieces?
There was twitter of hooking pro-
test from the women. Baskinelli be-
gan to play again.
Pauline, may | speak to you-just
a moment" Harry's vexcd voice
reached her ear as she stood beside
the piano. She turned slowly and
looked into his bewildered, angry
eyes.
"a little possibly" she an
swered, without stirring her sheath
less elbow from the rim of the instru-
ment. Instantly she turned back to
Baskineli. AS he played he lifted his
eyes to hers. The eyes were express
sionless; the music spoke their mean
ing.
Paulin understood the meaning.
From her no mask of music, no gla-
NOR of others admiration could hide
the predatory obsequiousness of Bas-
kineli. She had loathed him from the
moment when she had looked down
on his little oily curls as he kissed
her hand in greeting. But if Baskin-
ELI had been Reelzebub he would have
enjoyed the favor of Pauline that even
ing-at least after Harry had arrived.
Baskinelli was captivated. The glow
ing, piquant beauty of Pauline en-
thralled him with it's charm of novelty.
He had never before seen a woman
like her--innocent but astute, daring
but demure brilliant but opalscent
When at last they strolled away to-
gether into the conservatory he gave
way to his ardor. His drawing room
obeisances became direct declarations
of love.
Pauline began to be frightened.
| She fluttered to the door of the con
servatory. But there she paused
Voices sounded from the end Of a little
! rose-rimmed alley. They We're the
voices of Harry and Lucille.
| Baskinelli was at her side again.
| IF | have said anything-done any.
thing to offend" he said, with affect.
ed contrition.
you will let me make my lowliest
apologies, won't you
Pauline hardly heard him. She was
intently listening to the low pitched
voices.
II think | will run back to the
Others" she cried suddenly. Baskin,
ELI was left alone.
Il congratulate you on the success
of the evening" said a voice at his
shoulder. There are few among
the famous who can conquer drawing
| ff,-
The musician turned to face the IN
gratiating smile of Raymond Owen.
81 thank you'll thank you, sir. Bu
! | do not believe you My conques
has turned to catastrophe. | have
lost everything
you mean that you are dissatisfied
with the applause?' asked Owen.
mo! Mo- Applause is nothing
is the applause of the one. There is
always one in his audience to whom he
plays from his soul"
And that one-tonight?'
THE lovely Miss-what, now, is hel
name-Marvin She bewitches me
and she scorns me-"
"Signor Baskinelli, there are other
places than drawing rooms, or even
| touSefNaLOfleS,, III Wnlch 10 capture
those who captiyate."
| The musician looked up at Owen
a little suspiciously Owen stood witt
his hands in his pockets and smiled
down at Baskinelli.
lido I grasp your meaning, Mis-
taire Owen?' He tried to disguise the
suspicion under an accumulated accent
Il think so, Monsieur Picquot."
At the name Baskinelli turned livid
He made movement as if he would
lunge at the throat of Owen, but his
fury withered under the CLASSY smile
"So-we met in Paris?'
Once upon time-a little incident
in the Rue ST. Jeanne. If | recall the
circumstances, a young woman was
concerned in that incident-and has
not been heard of afterward.'
And you are trying to blackmail me