The Pulaskian., 1916-07-21

held the flowers outstretehed. For | moment she glanced at him with g sharp, suspicious questioning.
 What does that mean, monsieur?"
 What it has always meant"
 "Things are to be as they were?" "Yesv
 She bent and kissed him on either cheek
 They had sung the refrain for the third time. The zouave had collapsed in corner, and the self-appointed ac- companist remembered apparently that he was thirsty. He got up, and with the last tinkle of the piano the singing died into a mingled hiccuping and | laughter Then the girl on the table sprang up. glass in hand. Her face, lifted to the red light, was diabolically beautiful in its mocking laughter.
 You drunken fools!" she said shrilly. Behold, will give you toast which you can all drink with a good heart. To the devil who brought us here hurrahp'
 She tossed down the fiery liquid at | one draft, and her audience answered with wild cheer of gratitude. Forget fitness at all costs! One young chas- seur started the latest chanson from the Parisian boulevards, and the next instant the mad orgy had begun again. The girl looked down triumphantly at the man beside her. "They are like sheep" she said, laughing. One can make them follow any way one wants.' Tt is not hard to follow such shep-. herdess," he returned, lifting his hat with a half-mocking, half-admiring def erence. And it was then that his eyes | chanced to meet the eyes of the legion ary standing by the piano beneath the cluster of red lanterns. No sign of recognition passed between them. Yet from that moment onward the noisy crowd vanished. The shouts and laughter dissolved itself into q swift, deadly duologue. Richard Nameless came straight across to the man who had worn the roses. Captain Arnaud" he said quietly. eff you say my name again here will shoot you down." was the quieter answer What are you doing in that masquerade? Spying?" Perhaps. The meeting I promised you has taken place. You can't turn me out of this company, can you, Gap. tain Arnaud?'
 II have told you to leave my name alone. What do you want?'
 T want to know something are you doing herewith that wom- an?
 That Is my affair.""
 ''And your wife? This is the way to the devil"
 ''The way she has driven me-"
 "You are liar and coward. I warned you once, and I warn you again. It would be far better for you to be dead than that you should drag her into misery and disgrace. She be- lieved in you"
 "Believed?" The hesitancy passed from Arnaud's face. He leaned for ward; his eyes alight and deadly with some sudden flash of intention. "You have seen her?''
 'Yes"
 You have spoken with her"
 'Yes."
 Arnaud burst out laughing. He turned and, catching the Jewess in his arms, kissed her savagely. Good night-good night! This gentleman is sending me home, petite. He doesn't approve of either of us'' He laughed and flung her from him so that she stumbled against the table. That's my answer, Farquhar," he said coolly. Good night"
 Someone touched Farquhar on the shoulder. He turned.
 "Ah, you, Goetzt'
 'Yes Who was that you were speaking to just now?" | Captain Arnaud.n l 'That's to be regretted. Come, we must be getting off. It's near mid night.'
 He slipped his arm through his com panion's. At that moment an Arab, who had been lettering In the background, his dirty burnoose drawn over his face, | slipped past them and disappeared into the shadows. CHAPTER VIII.