The circle banner. [volume] (Circle, Mont.) 1914-1939, 1917-11-09

fetch me some, and bring it to m
yourself?"
She sank back upon a divan as sh
spoke. John turned to leave the room
but she called him back.
"Come here" she invited, "close t.
my sidel I can wait for the cham
payne. Tell me, why you are so silent
And my dancing-that pleased your"
He felt the words stick In his throat
"Your dancing was indeed wonderful,
he stammered.
at was for your she whispered, hel
voice growing softer and lower. 81
was for you danced. Did you not fee
it?"
Her arms stole toward him. The I'M
natural calm with which she had fin
ished her dance seemed suddenly tt
pass. Her bosom was rising and fall
ing more quickly. There was a faint
| spot of color in her cheek.
eft was wonderful" he told her. ~
will get you the champagne"
Her lips were parted. She smiled
up at him.
$50 quickly" she whispered, "and
come back quickly! I wait for you"
He left the room and passed out
again into the picture gallery before
he had the least idea where he was.
The band was playing waltz, and
one or two couples were dancing. The
people seemed suddenly to have be-
come like puppets in some strange,
unreal dream. He felt an almost fever
ish longing for the open air, for a
long draft of the fresh sweetness of
the night, far away from this over
heated atmosphere charged with I'M
namable things.
AS he passed through the farther
doorway he came face to face with
the prince.
"Where are you going?" the latter
asked.
"Mademoiselle Calavera has asked
me to get her some champagne" he an
swered.
The prince smiled.
81 will see that it is sent to her at
once" he promised. "You are in my
sanctum, are you not? You can pursue
your tete-a-tete there without inter-
ruption. "You are very much envied."
"Mademoiselle Calavera is there"
John replied. AS for me, am afraid
I shall have to go now"
The smile faded from the princes
lips. His eyebrows came slowly to-
gether.
'You are leaving?" he repeated.
81 mustI" John insisted. II can't
help it. Forgive my behaving like
ooor, but must go. Good night"
The prince stretched out his hand,
but he was too late.
John found himself, after a few
hurried walking, in Picca-
lilly. He turned abruptly down Duke |
street and made his way to st. James |
Dark. From here he walked slowly |
eastward. When he reached the |
Strand, however, the storm in his soul
vas still undated. He turned away |
rom the Milan. The turmoil of his
PASSIONS drove him to the thoughts
# flight. Half an hour later he en-
cred st. Pancras station.
"What time is the next train north
o Kendall or Carlisle?" he inquired.
The porter stared at him. Johns
vening clothes were spattered with
lud, the raindrops were glistening on
fc nd 70 nd f0 OF hot l
uined. 1t was not only his clothes,
owever, which attracted the mans at
,ntion. There was the strained look
fugitive in Johns face, fugitive
ying from some threatened fate.
"The newspaper train at five thirty
the earliest. SIR" he said. II don't
now whether you can get to Kendall
= 1t, but it stops at Carlisle"
John looked at the clock. There was
4 hour to wait. He wandered about
lie station, gloomy, chill, deserted. ,
he place sickened him, and he strolled
1T into the streets again. By chance /,
, left the station by the same exit :
on the day of his arrival in London. !
e stopped short.
How could he have forgotten, even c
r moment? This was not the world
hich he had come to discover. This
as just some plague-spot upon which :.
had stumbled. Through the murky
wn and across the ugly streets he :,
oked into Louise's drawing-room. She -
,uld be there waiting for him on !.
e morrowI =
LouiseI The thought of her was =
e a sweet, purifying stimulant. He
t the throbbing Of his nerves :.
1thed. He felt himself growing calm. -
e terror of the last few hours was -
e nightmare which had passed. He a.
taxicab and was driven to -
, Milan. His wanderings for the -
Int were over. -,