The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1916-11-10
CHAPTER xIl-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. ehf
Boiled chicken. an artchoke, a bit Of
salad. ana some C0f'ee-rpal American
coffee without chicory. eh. msieu?"
lie was already edgng toward the
door that led Eltcheuward, to begin
his preparations Tor a meal that should
forever perpeuate his inn in the mem
cries of his two guests.
Great. sounds immense" Mr.
Brown rejoined with enthusiasm.
Yes, 'sipu--immeusp That Is
your good American word. , |
shall serve such a dinner rs the Lion
d'Or never has seen before" And
Henri disappeared in high spirits.
After the depressing duIlnoss Of the
past weeks II was ln}oed eyhilaratrs
30 minister to two sppreciative pa
irons.
BY the time Christophe had van
ishel Ethel Wiloughby had quite re-
covered her seIs-u5sscssion. And when
,harlie BrowL turned to her with II
look Of inquiry npon his face she was
ready to meet his scrutiny with stout
heart
You seem surprised-and quite nat
urul!g." she said. "at hearing that mau
call me Madame de Lorde"
We'll that afternoon knew you
as Miss Wiloughby" 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-
sons" she re oined Il could not ex-
plain what they were then; nor can
now"
Surely-surelyr 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
nnd-allve spot| And then. in the next
breath. he exclaimed. as sudden in
spiration came to him, "Oh, by George!
How dull of me! You're honeymoon
lug. of course!'
mot exactly" Ethel replied. just
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. "Shal you be
Staying long?" she asked Mr.. Brown
No! I'm off in tile morning" he
Informed her.
The information relieved her vastly.
She haG not reliShed the thought OF
having % confess to the American that
Monsieur de LOrde was no other than
his erStwhle acquaintance Of the tea
party-Henry SHeetman. But as
spy in his majeety's service, Ethel took
as easily to subterfuge as 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. Il don't expect
aim till tomorrow"
Charlie Brown murmured his regret
at that circumstance.
But what are you doing here?"
Ethel asked him then. Perhaps you've
secret in your past too?' she added
GNyly.
But Mr. Brown could lay claim to
no such romantic excuse.
"Oh. came over looking for war"
he explslned
ANA you haven't found it?"
Nothing like 1t at ally' he replied |
"The day after saw you got a
s'raight tip to beat it for Belgium | |
bought yon one-and-a-haf cylinder
1876 bicycle. and I've pedaled away for
three days, till feel all legs and back
My right name, this minute, is George |
w. Achewellr And Charlie Brown |
sat down by the table upon which Ma
dame de Lorde was resting her trim
elbow
Mr.. Brown" Ethel said, you're not
English. | am; but you are an Anglo
Saxon, and you must sympathize with
She allies"
sure l dor was his prompt re-
sponse
Then, whatever happens while
you're here" she continued with an air
of great earnestness, whatever hap
pens want you to remember that |
Hm English. and that 1t is England I
serve always. You will believe
ItY'
"Qh, of course wlllP he assured
her. And Immediately thought came
intO t1haslie Browns head that made