Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1916-12-01
CHAPTER xII-continued.

Ethel consented to the arrangement.
she was immensely relieved that the
quick-witted journalist so readily ac-'
cepted her alias.
"Good, good! their delighted host
exclaimed. Sweet consomme, Ell?
Boiled chicken, an artichoke, bit of
salad, and some coffee-real American
coffee, without chicory, eh, m'sieu2"
He was already sedging toward the
door that led kitchenward, to begin
his preparations for meal that should
forever perpetuate his inn in the mem
cries of his two guests.
"Great! Sounds immense!' Mr..
Brown rejoined with enthusiasm.
'Yes, instantaneous! That is
your good American word. /
shall serve such a dinner as the Lion
dor never has seen beforegs And
Henri disappeared in high spirits.
After the depressing dullness of the
past weeks it was indeed exhilarating
to minister to two appreciative pa
irons.
BY the 5imeA Chdstophe had van
ashed Ethel Willougn0y had quite re-
covered her possession. And when
Charlie Brown turned to her with
look of inquiry upon his face she was
ready to meet his scrutiny with stout
heart.
"You seem surprised-and quite nat
orally" she said, "at hearing that man
call Inc Madame de Lorde."
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as Miss Willoughby," he replied.
"But was then Madame de Lorde,"
Ethel explained glibly. "You see, Mr..
Brown, I'd been married secretly"
"Secretly?"
''There were reasons good rea-
plain what they were then; nor can
now"
"Surely-surely!' he acquiesced, for
he had not the slightest desire to pry
into her private affairs. "But what
on earth are you doing in this dead
and-alive spot?' And then, In the next
breath. he exclaimed, as sudden in
epiration came to him, "Oh, by George.
How dull of me! You're honeymoon
ing, of course!''
''Not .exactlyw Ethel replied, just a
bit lamely, perhaps. "My husband
isn't here-just now. He had some
business in Brussels, but came on.
ahead"
She had, indeed, left Streetman in
the Belgian capital "Shall you be
staying long?" she asked Mr.. Brown.
''No! I'm off in the morning." he
Informed her.
The information relieved her vastly.
She had not relished the thought of
having to confess to the American that
Monsieur de Lorde was no other than
his erstwhile acquaintance of the tea
party-Henry Streetman. But as
spy 1n-hiS majesty's service, Ethel took
as easily to subterfuge as a duck to
water. She surprised herself often by
the readiness with which plausible
tales sprang to her lips.
"Oh! Then you won't be able to
meet Monsieur de Lorde," she said
with note of regret. II don't expect
him till tomorrow"
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at that circumstance.
'But what are you doing here?"
Ethel asked him then. perhaps you've
a secret in your past too?" she added
gayly.
But Mr.. Brown could lay claim to
no such romantic excuse.
"Oh, came over looking for war;"
he explained.
"And you haven't found it,
Nothing like it at allY' he replied
~The day after saw you got a
straight tip to beat it for Belgium /
Sought yon oAe-and-a-half cylinder
1916 bicycle, and I've pedaled away for
three Gays, till feel all legs and hack.
Ny right name, this minute, is George
w. AchewellY And Charlie Rsown
sat down by the table upon which Ma
dame de Lorde was resting her trim
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