The states-graphic. (Brownsville, Tenn.) 1???-1984, 1916-05-12

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place beside her. and in mutual ST.
lence-perhaps largely due to her in
tuitive sense OF his bias-they gained
the Boulevard ST. German. But
here, even as they emerged from the
side street, that happened which again
upset Lanyard's plans-a belated fiacre
hove up out of the mist and ranged
alongside, its driver loudly soliciting
patronage.
Beneath his breath Lanyard cursed
the man literally; nothing could have
been more inopportune; he needed
that uncouth conveyance for his own
purposes, and il II had only waited un-
I'll he had piloted the girl to the Metro
politain station, he might have had 1t.
Now he must either yield the cab to
the girl or-share II with her. And
why not? He could readily drop out
at his destination and bid the driver
continue to the Care du Nord, and the
Metro was neither quick nor direct
enough for his design-which included
getting under cover well before day
break.
Somewhat sulkily, then, If without
betraying his temper. he signaled the
cocher, opened the door, and handed
the girl in with the suggestion:
IF you don't mind dropping me en-
route"
u shall be very glad" she said
Anything to repay even in part, the
courtesy you've shown mel"
ooh. please don't worry about that"
He gave the driver precise direc-
tons, climbed in. and settled himself
beside the girl. The whip cracked, the
horse sighed, the driver swore, the
aged fiacre groaned, stirred reluctant
ly, crawled YEARLY off through the
thickening drizzle.
Within its body common restraint
held silence like a wall between the
two.
The girl sat with face averted, read
ing through the window what corner
signs they passed: Rue Bonaparte,
Rue Jacob, Rue des Saints Peres.
DUAL Malaquais. Pont du Carrousel, rec
ognizing at least one landmark In the
gloomy arches of the Louvre, vaguely
wondering at the inept French taste
in nomenclature which had christened
the vast, lowering. echoing quadrangle,
the Place du CarrouseL unlivellest Of
public squares in her unhappy Pari-
sian experience.
And in his turn Lanyard reviewed
those well-remembered ways in vast
WEAKNESS of spirit - disguised with
himself in consciousness that the girl
had somehow OWNED his distrust.
"The Lone Wolf, chr" he unused bit
terly. Rather. the Cornered Raft
people only knewi Better still, the
Errant--no-the Arrant Asst"
They were skirting the Palais Royal
when suddenly she turned to him in an
impulsive attempt at self-justification.
What must you be thinking of me,
Mr.. Lanyard"
II? oh, don't consider me, please.
1t doesn't matter what think-does
it,?
But you've been so kind, feel |
owe you at least some explanation OF
what must seem strange to YOU"
ooh. as to that" he countered cheer
fully, i've got a pretty definite no
ton that you're running away from
your father"
Eyes. / couldn't stand 1t any
longer"
She caught herself up, as though
tempted but afraid to say more. He
waited briefly before offering encour-
agement.
Il hope l haven't seemed impertl-
nent."
mo, mol"
Than this impatient negative his
pause OF invitation evoked no other
recognition. She had subsidized into
her reserve, but-he fancied-not alto
gether willingly.
Was it, then. possible that he had
misjudged her?
You've friends in London, no
doubt?" he hazarded.
"No-none."
But"
Il shall manage very well. | shan't
be there more than day or two-till
the next steamer sails"
81 see." There had sounded in her
tone a finality which signifed desire
to drop the subject. None the less he
pursued mischieyously: Permit me to
wish you bon voyage, Miss Bannon-
and to express my regret that circum-
stances have conspired to change your
plans"
She was still eying him askance. du-
biously, as IL Weighing the question OF
his acquaintance with her plans, when
the fiacre numbered from the Rue vivi-
enne into the Place de la Bourse,
rounded that frowning pile, and drew
up on its north side before the blue
lights OF the all-night telegraph bureau.
with permission" Lanyard said,
But I'll direct the cocher very care
fully to the Care du Nord. Please don't
even tip him-that's my affair. No,
not another word Of thanks; to have
been permitted to be of serviee--it Is
a unique pleasure. Miss Bannon. And
so, good night"
With an effect that seemed little
less than timid the girl offered her
hand.
Thank you, Mr. Lanyard" she said
in an unsteady voice. Il am sorry"
But she didn't say what 1t was she
regretted and Lanyard. standing with
barred head in the driving mist. touched
her fingers coolly. repeated his fare
wells. gave the driver both money and
instructions, and saw the cab lurch
away before he turned toward the tel
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