The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1917-07-19

fer myself the riddle Ekich has kept
me awake at night for weeks aud
months, which has puzzled me more
than anything else in life has ever
DONE"
you really have thought OF me,
| then?"
"DIdn't you always know shat 1
shOuld7"
Perhaps" she admitted Anyhow,
I always felt that we should meet
ngain, that you would come to London.
The problem is," she added, smiling,
what to do with you now you are
here"
II haven't come to be a nuisance"
he assured her. az just want a little
help from you. / want to understand
because it is your world / want to
feel myself nearer to you. want"
She gripped his arms suddenly. She
knew well enough that she had delib-
erately provoked his words, but there
was look In her face almost of fear.
Don't let us be too serious all at
once" she begged quickly. ''If you
have one fault, my dear big friend
from the country" she went on, with
a swiftly assumed gayety, at is that
you are too serious for your years.
SOphy and between us must try to
cure you of that! You see. we have
arrived"
He handed her out, followed her
across the pavement, and found him
self plunged into what seemed to him
to be an absolute vortex of human be-
ings, all dressed In very much the
same fashion, all laughing and talking
together very much in the same note,
all criticizing every fresh group of ar
rivals with very much the same eyes
and manner. The palm court was
crowded with little parties seated at
the various round tables, partaking
languidly Of the most indOlent meal Of
the day. Even the broad passageway
was full of men and women, standing
about and talking or looking for tables.
One could scarcely hear the music of
the orchestra for the babel of voices.
The prince Of Seyre beckoned to them
from the steps. He seemed to have
been awaiting their arrival there-a
cold, immaculate, and, considering his
lack of height, curiously distin-
guished-lOOking figure.
II have table inside" he told them
as they approached. at Is better for
conversation. The rest of the place is
like bear garden. / am not sure If
they will dance here today, but If
they do, they will come also into the
restaurant"
y "Wise mani" Louise declared. II,
too, hate the babel outside"
1--WE are faced" said the prince, as
he took up the menu, with our daily
problem. What can l order for your"
"a cup of chocolate" Louise replied.
"And Miss Sophy?"
"Tea, please"
John, too, preferred tea; the prince
ordered abslnthe.
"a pOlyglOt meal, isn't it, Mr..
Strangewey" said Louise, rs the order
was executed mot In the least what
that wonderful old butler of yours
would understand by tea. SOphy, put
your hat on straight if you want to
make good impression on Mr..
Strangewey. am hoping that you two
will be great friends"
Sophy turned toward John with
little grimace.
Louise is so tactless ~ she said. 81
am sure any idea you might have had
of liking me will have gone already.
Has it, Mr.. Strangewey?"
"On the contrary" he replied, little
stif1ly, but without hesitation, II was
thinking that Miss Maurel could
scarcely have set me more pleasant
tasks
The girl looked reproachfully across
at her friend.
"You told me he came from the
wilds and was quite unsOphisticated !"
she exclaimed.
1.-THE truth" John assured them,
looking with dsmay at his little china
cup, "cOmes very easily to us. We are
brought up on 1t in Cumberland"
Don't chatter too much. child" Lou
iSe said benignly. II want to hear
some more of Mr.. Strangewey'S im-
preSSionS. This is--well, if not quite
a fashionable crowd, yet very nearly
So What do you think of 1.-THE wom--
Ell, for inStance?'
"Well, to me-" John confessed can
didly, "they all look like dolls or man