The Tomahawk., 1917-11-15
CHAPTER VIII-continued.

! CHAPTER VIIl-continued.
49,
The lights we're lowered few min
ntes later, and John paid the bill.
"We've enjoyed our supper" Louise
Whispered, as they passed down the
room. "The whole evening has been
delightful"
AS they drove from Luigi's to
Enightsbridge, Louise leaned back In
her corner. Although her eyes were
only half closed, there was an air OF
aloofness about her, an obvious lack of
desire for conversation, which the 9TH
ers found themselves instinctively re-
specting. Even Sophy's light-hearted
chatter seemed to have deserted her,
somewhat to Johns relief.
They were in the very vortex OF
London's midnight traffic. The night
was warm for the time of year, and
about Leicester square and beyond the
pavements were crowded with pedes-
TRANS, the women lightly and gayly
clad, fitting, Notwithstanding some sin
lister note about their movements, like
butterflies or bright-hued moths along
the pavements and across the streets.
The procession of taxicabs and auto
mobiles, each with it's human freight
of men and women in evening dress on
their way home after an evenings
pleasure, seemed endless.
Presently Sophy began to talk, and
Louise, too reused herself.
II am only just beginning to realize"
the latter said, "that you are actually
In London"
"When leave you," he replied, Il,
too, shall find it hard to believe that
we have actually met again and talked.
There seems to be so much that have
10 say" he added, looking at her close
", "and have said nothing"
.There is plenty Of time," she told
him. and once more the signs or that
slight nervousness were apparent IN
her manner. "There are weeks and
months ahead of u.s."
"When shall I see you aga1n?" he
asked
"Whenever you like. There are no re-
hearsals for day or two. Ring me up
on the telephone-you will hnd my
humber in the book-or come and luncn
with me tomorrow, If you like"
saThank you," he answered; that Is
lust what I should like. At what time!'
sHalf past one. will not ask either
hf Won to come in now. You can come
hown tomorrow morning and get the
hooks. Sophy. I think am tired
hred," she added, with curious little
note of self-pity in her tone. Il am
Very glad to have seen you again, MI.
Strangewey," she said, lifting her eyes
to his. "Good night"
BE helped her out, rang the bell, ana
watched her vanish through the swift
hy opened door. Then he stepped PACK
Into the taxcab. Sophy retreated INTO
the corner to make room for him.
"You are going to take me home, are
you not?" she asked.
"Of course" he replied, his eyes still
liked with q shade Of regret upon the
closed door Of Louise's little house.
stNo. 10 Southampton street," he told
the driver.
They turned round and spun once
more into the network Of moving We
hicles and streaming pedestrians. john
was silent, and his companion, Tor
little while, humored him. Soon, how
ever, she touched him on the arm. A
nueer gravity had come into her dainty
little face.
.Are you really in love with LOU
isef' she inquired, with something OF
his own directness.
He answered her with perfect seri-
bunesA
IT believe So" he admitted, "but 1
hhould not like to say that am abso-
kutely certain. have come here to
lind out"
sophy suddenly rocked with laugh
Ter.
"You are the dearest, queerest mad
man have ever met" she exclaimed,
holding tightly to his arm. "You sit
there with a face as long as fiddle,
Wondering whether you are in love
with q girl or not! Well, I am not 60
Ing to ask you anything more. Tell me,
ire you tired7"
ssNot a bit" he declared. II never
had such a ripping evening in my HE"
She held his arm a little tighter. She
was the old Sophy again, full OF life
Ind gayety.
Lets 20 to the Aldwych," she sug-
rested. "and see the dancing. We can