The circle banner. [volume] (Circle, Mont.) 1914-1939, 1917-10-26

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under his breath. 'WLen can IT'
She hesitated.
81 am so busyi" she murmured.
Next week there are rehearsals nearly
every minute of the day."
Tomorrow" John said insistently.
"You have no rehearsals then. I must
see you. I must talk to you without
this crowd"
1t was his moment. Her half
formed resolutions fell away before
the compelling ring in his voice and
the earnest pleading in his eyes.
81 will be ill.," she promised, "tonor-
row at six o'clock"
After the departure of her guests,
Louise stood before the window of her
| drawing room, looking down into the
street. She saw the prince courteously
motion John to precede him into his
waiting automobile. She watched un-
til the car took its place in the stream
of traffic and disappeared. The sense
of uneasiness which had brought her
to the window was unaccountable, but
it seemed in some way deepened by
their departure together. Then a voice
from just behind startled her. 1t was
Graillot, who had returned noiselessly
into the room.
81 returned" he explained. "An i'm
pulse brought me back. A thought
came into my mind. wanted to share
it with you as proof of the sentiment
which L feel exists between us. 1t Is
my firm belief that the same thought,
in a different guise, was travelling
through your mind, as you watched the
departure of your guests"
She motioned him to place upon the
couch, close to where she had already
seated herself.
"Come," she invited, "prove to me
that you are a thought reader"
He sank back in his corner. His
hands, with their short, stubby fingers,
were clasped in front of him. His eyes,
wide open and alert, seemed fixed upon
her with the ingenious inquisitiveness
of child.
ITO begin, then, I find our friend, the
prince of Seyre, q most interesting, /
might almost say fascinating, study"
Louise did not reply. After a mo-
ment's pause, he continued.
Among the whole aristocracy of
France there was no family so loathed
and detested as the seigneurs of Seyre
at the time of the revolution. Those
at the chateau in Orleans and others
who were arrested in Paris, met their
death with singular contempt and calm.
Eugene of Seyre, whose character in
my small way I have studied, is Of
the same breed"
Louise took up fan which lay on
the table by her side, and waved it
carelessly in front of her face.
'One does so love-" she murmured,
"to hear ones friends discussed in a
spiritI'
sit is because Eugene of Seyre is
friend of yours that am talking to
you in this fashion," Graillot contin-
ued. You have also another friend
this young man from Cumberland"
"Well?'
''In him." Graillot went on, 'one per-
ceives all the primitive qualities which
81 W thC LdhluS VI SpiChuio iudhiiOoA.
he is almost perfect, for
which alone we owe him a debt of
gratitude. He has, if 1 judge him
rightly, all the qualities possessed by
men who have been brought up free
rom the faint of cities, from the smear
If our spurious GENERALIZATION. He is
,hivalrous and unsuspicious. He Is
ilso, unfortunately for him, the enemy
If the prince"
Louise laid down her fan. She no
onger tried to conceal her agitation.
"Why are you so melodramatic?" she
demanded. "They have scarcely spo-
zen. This is, think, their third meet
n.y."
when two friends" Graillot de-
Jared, ''desire the same woman, then
IL of friendship that there may have
een between them is buried. When
wo others, who are so far from being
riends that they possess opposite
ualities, opposite characters, opposite
also desire the same
DON'T" Louise interrupted, with
udden little scream. Don't! You
re talking wildly. You must not say
UGH things ~ .4Es
Graillot leaned forward. He shook
is head very slowly his heavy hand
ested upon her shoulder. sxt