The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1916-10-27
CHAPTER xll--contlnusd.

Ethel consented to the arrangement.
She was immensely relieved that the
quick-witted journalist so readily &C
cepted her alias.
Good. goodp their delighted host
exclaimed Sweet consomme, Ell?
Boiled chicken, an artichoke, a bit of
salad. and some coffee-real American
coffee, without chicory, eh, msieuT
He was already edging toward the
door that led kitchenward, to begin
his preparations for a meal that should
forever perpetuate his Inn In the men,
cries Of his two guests.
Great! Sounds immenseI' Mr..
Brown rejolned with enthusiasm.
Yes. m'sieu-immensel That Is
your good American word. J. I
SHAH serve such a dinner as the Lion
dor never has seen beforel" And
Henri disappeared in high spirits.
After the depressing dullness Of the
past weeks 1t was indeed exhiIarating
to minister to two appreciatiye pa
irons.
BY the time Christophe had van
ished Ethel Willoughby had quite re-
covered her self,possession. And when
Charlie Brown turned to her with a
look Of inquiry upon his face she was
ready to meet his scrutiny with stout
heart.
"You seem suFprised-and quite nat
uraiiy," she said, 'at hearing that man
can me Madame de Lorde."
"WelI, that afternoon l knew you
as Miss Willoughby," he replied.
bat 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 rejoined. II could not ex-
plain what they were then; nor can I
now"
"Surely-surelyl" he acquiesced, for
he had not the slightest desire to pfy
into her private affairs. But what
on earth are you doing In this dead
and-aiiye spot?" And then. In the next
breath. he exclaimed, as a sudden In
SEPARATION came to him, "oh. by George!
How dull OF mel You're honeymoon
ing, of courseP'
aNot exactlyw Ethel replied. Just a
bit lameIy. perhaps. my husband
isn't here-just now. He had some
business In Brussels. but l came on
ahead"
she had, indeed, left Streetman In
the Belgian capital. ''Shall you be
staying longf she asked Mr. Brown.
"No! I'm OF I'm 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
hts erstwhiIe acquaintance Of the tea
party-Henry streetman. But - .
soy m bis majesty's service. Ethel took
as easily to subterfuge as q duck to
watsr. She surprised herself often By
the readiness with which plausible
tales sprang to her TIPS.
~Ohi Then you won't be able to
meet Monsieur de Lorde," she said
with note Of regret II don't expect
him TN tomorrow"
Charlie Brown murmured his regret
AZ that circumstance.
~But what are you doing hereY'
Ethei asked him then. Perhaps you've
a secret IN your past tool" she added
gayI.
Cut hr. 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 II at allF' be replied.
The day after I saw you cot q
straight tip to beat = for Belgium.
bought ron one-and-a-half cylinder
1886 hleyeie. and I've pedaied away for
three days. tili feel al legs and back.
Ny right name. this minute. 4 George
w. Achewellr And Charlie Brown
sat aoEu BY the table uson which Ma
dare e Iorde vas resting her trim
esoew.