Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1916-02-16

CHAPTER v-The girl turns out to
Mile. ,Bannon, who explains her presenc
by saying that she was sleep-walking.
~ CHAPTER Win his apartment nea
the Trocadero he finds written on the bac
OF a twenty-pound note. part OF his con
eealed ne, emergency hoard, an n,o inyitat tic
them.
y CHAPTER vII-Lanyard attempts t
: that The Pack has forbidden the buyers
deal with him. He decides to meet TIL
4 Pack.
"Ah-h, M. Lanyar! But it is Ion,
since we have been so favored. How
ever, have kept your table for you"
&E Have you, indeed?"
e could it be otherwise, after receip
of your honored order?"
NO." said Lanyard coolly, II pre-
sumo not, if you value your peace o
mind
Monsieur is alone ?"-this with al
accent of disappointment.
Temporarily, perhaps"
"But this way, if you please"
In the wake of the functionary Lam
yard traversed that frowsy anteroom
where doubtful MASTERS are herded OF
suspicion in company with the corp:
of automatic bacchanalians and fgu
rantes, to the main restaurant, the in
ner sanctum toward which the naive
soul of the travel-bitten Anglo.Saxor
i aspires so ardently-
1t was not large room; irregularly
pentagonal in shape, lined with wall
seats behind close-set rank Of tables
/ better lighted than most Partisan res
& taurants, that is to say, less glaring
ly; illVentilated; the open space in
!. the middle of the floor devoted to 8
I handful OF haggard young professional
dancers, their stunted bodies more OF
q less costumed in brilliant colors, foot
h ing it with all the vivacity to he eI
pected Of five francs per night per
head; the tables occupied by parties
Ang1o-Saxon and French in the pro.
portion of five to one, served by q
company of bored and apathetic wait.
ers; string orchestra Raging inces-
sanity; vicious buck-nigger on a dais
shining with self-complacency while
he vamped and shouted: "Waitin' fob
tn Robuht E. Lee"
Lanyard permitted himself to be
penned in q corner behind a table, told
the waiter to bring him champagne
not because he wanted it, but because
It was etiquette-suppressed yawn,
lighted cigarette, and reviewed the
assemblage with a languid but shrewd
glance.
He saw only the company of every
pight-for even in the of season there
are always enough English-speaking
people in Paris to make it possible for
IAbbaye Theleme to keep open with
proft-the inevitable assortment of
respectable married couples with their
friends, the men chatting and wonder
ing II possibly all this might seem
less unattractive were they footloose
and fancy-free, the women contriving
to seem at ease with varying degrees
OF success, but one and all flushed with
dubiety; the sprinkling of demi-mon-
DANES not in the least concerned
about their social status; the handful
OF people who, having brought their
fun with them, were having the good
time they would have had anywhere;
the scattering of plain DRINKS In eve
ming dress. Nowhere q face that Ian
yard recognized defin1tely-no Mr. Ban
non, no Comte Remy de Morbihan.
He regarded this circumstance, how
ever, with more vexation than surprise
Do Morbihan would surely show up
in time; meanwhile it was annoying to
be obliged to wait, to endure this
martyrdom of ennui.
He slipped his wine sparingly, with
out relish, considering the single sub
sidiary fact which did impress him
with some wonder-that he was being
left severely to himself; something
which doesn't often fall to the lot Of
the unattached male at rAbbaye. Evil
IDENTIFY an order had been issued with
respect to him. Ordinarily he would
have been grateful, tonight he was
merely irritated; it rendered him con-
spicuous.
The fixed round of delirious diver
easement unfolded-as per schedule.
A Spanish dancing girl was given q
clear floor for her specialty-which
consisted In singing several verses un-
derstood by nobody-and emphasized
her vivacity by making frantic dashes
ut and rumpling the hair of several
variously surprised, indignant and fat
tered male guests-among these Ian
yard, who submitted with resignation.
And then, just when he was on the
point of consigning the Pack to the
devil for inflicting upon him such cruel
and inhuman punishment, the Spanish
girl picked her way through the mob
Of dancers who had now invaded the
door and paused beside his table. u
You're not angry, mon coco?" she
pleaded with provocative smile.
smilingly Lanyard returned mega
i've.