The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1917-08-23
CHAPTER XIl-Continued.

Ethel consented to the arrangement.
She was immensely relieved that the
Quick-witted journalist so readily &C.
copied her alias.
"Good, goodv' their delighted host
exclaimed. "Sweet consomme, Ell?
Boiled chicken, an artichoke, a bit Of
coffee, without ehicory, eh, m'sieu"
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 mem
cries Of his two guests.
"Great! Sounds immense!" Mr..
Brown rejoined with enthusiasm.
Eyes, m'sieu-immense! That Is
your good American word. I
shall serve such a dinner as the Lion
dor never has seen beforev' And
Henri disappeared in high spirits.
After the depressing dizziness of the
past weeks it was indeed exhilarating
to minister to two appreciative pa
irons.
By the time Christophe had van
ished Ethel Willoughby had quite re-
covered her 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 surprised-and quite nat
urally," she said, Eat hearing that man
call me Madame de Lorde''
''Well, that afternoon I knew you
as Miss Willoughby," he replied.
"But was then Madame de Lorde,"
Ethel explained glibly. "You see, Mr..
"Secretly?"
There were reasons-gOod rea-
sons" she rejoined. 81 could not ex-
plain what they were then; nor can I
now"
"Surely-surely! 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
and-alive spot?' And then, in the next
SEPARATION came to him, ooh, by George!
How dull of me! You're honeymoon
ing, of course!"
"Not exactlyw Ethel replied just
bit lamely, perhaps. "My husband
isn't here-just now. He had some
business in Brussels, but I came on
ahead"
She had, indeed, left streetman in
the Belgian capital. ''Shall you be
staying longY she asked Mr.. Brown.
"No! I'm off in 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
his erstwhile acquaintance of the tea
party-Henry Streetman. But as a
spy in his majesty's service, Ethel took
as easily to subterfuge as a duck to
water. She surprised herself often by
the readiness with which plausible
tales sprang to her lips.
ooh! Then you won't be able to
meet Monsieur de Lorde," she said
with note of regret. ST don't expect
him till tomorrow"
Charlie Brown murmured his regret
at that circumstance.
But what are you doing here?"
Ethel asked him then. perhaps you've
a secret in your past too?" she added
gayly.
But Mr.. Brown could lay claim to
no such romantic excuse
"Oh, came over looking for a war;"
he explained.
"And you haven't found it9'
Nothing like 1t at allv' he replied.
1.-THE day after I saw you I got a
straight tip to beat it for Belgium.
bought yon one-and-a-half cylinder
1916 bicycle, and I've pedaIed away for
three days. till feel all legs and back.
Ny right Lame, This minute, is George
w. Achewellv' And Charlie Brown
sat down by the table upon which Ma
Game de Lcrde was resting her trim
elbow.