The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1917-08-04

| introduced by Soplly on the first night
of his arrival in London. The ad-
| dress, too, was there quite clearly In
his disOrdered brain. He leaned out
| Of the cab and repeated it to the driv-
er.
The little place was Unexpectedly
crowded when he entered, after hay
ing handed his hat and coat to a
vestiaire. A large supper party wss
going on at the farther end, and the
dancing space was smaller than usu-
al. The maitre d'hotel was escorting
jean to small table in a distant
corner, which had just been vacated,
when the latter heard his name sud-
denly called by familiar voice. So
ply, who had been dancing, aban-
doned her partner precipitately and
came hurrying up to John with out
stretched hands.
"John" she exclaimed. "You, Of
Ill people In the world! What do you
mean by coming here alone at this
time Of night? Fancy not telling me-!
Is anything the matter?"
Nothing" he replied. II really
don't exactly know why am here.
simply don't want to 60 to bed"
"Where is the prince?" he asked.
Sophy, struck by something In his
voice, swung around and looked at
him. Then she thrust both her arms
through his, clasped her two hands
together, and led him firmly away. A
g!immering Of the truth was begin
ming to dawn upon her.
"Tell me where you have been since
you left the reception" she insisted,
when at last they were seated to-
gether.
"Wait till I have ordered some
wine," he said.
A waiter served them with cham
payne. When Johns glass was filed,
he drained It's contents. Sophy
watched him with surprise. She came
little closer to him.
"JOhn," she whispered, you must
tell me-do you hear2 You must tell
me everything! Did you take Louise
hOmeW
EYES,"
"What happened, then? You didn't
quarrel with herr"
Nothing at all happened" he as
sured her. 1--WE parted the best Of
friends. 1t wasn't that"
"rhen what? Remember that I am
your friend, John. dear. Tell me ev-
erything."
Il will tell you," he assented. II
went to little club I belong to on
the Adelphi Terrace. 1 sat down in
the smoking room. There was no one
there I knew. Some men were talk
Ing. They had been to the reception
tonight. They were comparing French
actresses and English. They spoke
first Of the French woman, Latrobe.
and her lovers; then of Louise. They
spoke. quite calmly, like men discuss
Ing history. They compared the two
actresses, they compared their lives.
Latrobe. they said, had lovers by the
score-Louise only one"
Sophy's hand stole into his. She
was watching the twisting Of his fea-
lures. She understood so well the ex-
element underneath.
II think I can guess" she whis-
pered. "Don't hurt yourself telling
me. Something was said about the
princev'
His eyes blazed down upon her.
"You, too?" he muttered. "DOes
the whole world know Of it and speak
as If 1t did not matter? Sophy, is II
true? Speak out! Don't be afraid OF
hurting me. You call yourself my
friend. I've been down. looking al
the outside Of her house. I dared not
go In. There's fire burning In my
soul! Tell me If it Is true!"
"You must not ask me that ques
ton, john" she begged. "How should
/ know? Besides, these things are sc
different in our world, the world you
haven't found out much about yet
Surprising 1T were true. John" .sht