The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1915-05-01
CHAPTER vI.-Continued.

ut is not unlike all stories Of its
kind, my DEAR" she said with an in
difference that amazed him. They
are all alike. Why should l ask? No,
do not ask you for your story. James.
Sometime you may tell me, but not to-
day. I shouldn't mind hearing 1t IL II
were an original tale, but God knows
1t isn't It's as old as the Nile. But
you may tell me more about your son.
Is he like you. or like his mother?"
Brood's lips we're compressed. 81
can't say that he is like either Of us"
he said shortly. She raised her eye
brows slightly.
All" she said. THAT makes quite
difference. Perhaps, after all, shall
be interested in the story" Her man.
ner was so casual, so serenely matter
of-fact, that he could hardly restrain
the sharp exclamation Of annoyance
that rose to his lips.
He bit his lip and allowed the frank
insinuation to 60 unanswered. He
consoled himself with the thought that
she must have spoken in jest, with
out intention. He had the uncomfort-
able feeling that she would make light
of his story, too, when the time came
for revelations. A curious doubt took
root In his mind; would he ever be
able to understand the nature Of this
woman whom he loved and who ap-
peared to love him so unreservedly?
As time went on, the doubt became a
conviction. She was utterly beyond
comprehension.
The charm and beauty of the new
mistress of James Brood's heart and
home we're to become the talk of the
town. Already. in the first month of
her reign, she had drawn to the old
house the attention not only of the
parasites who feed on novelty, but of
families that had long since given up
Brood as representative figure in the
circle into which he had been born.
The restoration was slow at first, as
II naturally would be. The new Mrs.
Brood came upon the scene as a
strange star appears suddenly in the
skies to excite and mystify the unsus-
pecting world. She seemed to have
come from nowhere, and yet like the
new planet, she suddenly filed an ap-
pointed spot in the Armament.
II cannot be said that she conquered,
for that would be to imply design on
her part. Possibly she considered the
game unworthy of the effort. She re-
garded herself as superior to all these
people. surviving estimate OF them
selves that most Europeans enjoy;
therefore what was she to gain, saving
q certain amount of amusement, by
contact with her husbands friends?
In truth. Yvonne Brood despised
Americans. She made small pre-
tense of liking them. The rather close
ly knit circle Of Partisan aristocracy
which she affected is known to toll
crate but not to invite the society of
even the best Of Americans. She was
no larger than her environment. Her
views upon and her attitude toward
the Americans we're not created by
her but for her. The fact that James
Brood had reached the inner shrine of
French self.worship no doubt put him
In class apart from all other Ameri.
cans. 30 far as she was concerned. At
least II may account for an apparent
inconsistency. in that she married him
without much hesitation.
Her warmest friend and admirer-
one might almost say slave-was Fred. |
eric Brood. She had transformed him.
He was no longer the silent, moody
youth Of other days, but an eager. Inn.
petuous playmate whose principal OBJ
1ect In life was to amuse her. II any.
one had tried to convince him that he
ever could have regarded Mrs. Des.
mond's dethronement and departure
with eQuanimity he would have pro-
tested with all the force at his com.
mand. But that would have been a
month ago! He saw Lydia and her
mother leave without the slightest
doubt In his mind that It was all for
the best.
The Desmonds took a small apart.
ment just around the corner from
brood's home. in a side street, and in
the same block. AS matter of fact.
their windows looked down into the
courtyard In the rear of Brood's home
Frederic assisted them In putting their
new home In order. 1t was great fun
Tor Lydia and him. this building of