The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1917-08-02
CHAPTER VIlI-Continued.

lue lIS0lS were lOWeTeu u lpW Ull0-
utes later, and John paid the bill.
"Weve enjoyed our supper" Louise
whispered, as they passed down the
room. The whole evening has been
delightful"
AS they drove from Lugi's TO
Knghtsbridge, Louise leaned back In
her corner. Although her eyes were
only half closed, there was an air of
alOOfneSs about her. an obvious lack of
desire for conversation, which the 9TH
ers found themselves instinctively re-
speCting. Even SOphy's light-hearted
chatter seemed to have deserted her,
somewhat to Johns relief.
They were in the very vortex Of
LondOnS midnight traffic. The night
was warm for the time Of year, and
about Leicester square and beyond the
pavements were crowded with pedes-
trians, the women lightly and gayly
clad, fitting, Notwithstanding some sin
lister note about their movements, like
butterflies or bright-hued moths along
the pavements and across the streets.
The procession of taXiCabs and auto
mobiles, each with its human freight
Of men and women in evening dress on
their way home after an evenings
pleasure. seemed endless.
Presently Sophy began to talk, and
Louise, too reused herself
~ am only just beginning to realize"
the latter said, that you are actually
In London"
"When I leave you" he replied, Il,
too, shall find it hard to believe that
we have actually met again and talked.
There seems to be so much that have
10 say" he added, looking at her close
49, and I have said nothing"
There Is plenty of time" she told
him, and once more the signs of that
slight nervousness were apparent in
her manner. There are weeks and
months ahead of U.s."
when shall l see you again?" he
asked.
whenever you like. There are no re-
hearsals for day or two. Ring me up
on the telephOne-yOu will find my
number in the book--Or come and lunch
with me tomorrow, if you like"
"Fhanx you," he answered; that is
Just wharf | should like. At what time?"
Half past one. | will not ask either
of you to come In now. You can come
down tomorrow morning and get the
books Sophy. 1 think l am tired
tired" she added, with curious little
note of seIf-plty in her tone. Il am
very glad to have seen you again, Mr..
Strangewey," she said, lifting her eyes
10 his. Good night"
lie helped her out, rang the bell, and
watched her vanish through the swift
ly opened door. Then he stepped back
into the taxicab. SOphy retreated into
the corner to make room for him.
You are going to take me home, are
you nOt?" she asked
; "Of course" he replied his eyes still |
fixed with a shade of regret upon the |
closed door of LOuises little house. |
"No 10 Southampton street" he told /
the driver.
They turned round and spun once |
more into the network Of moving We
hicles and streaming pedestrians. John |
was silent, and his companion, for a |
little while, humOred him. Soon, how |
ever, she touched him on the arm. A |
queer gravity had come into her dainty
little face.
Are you really in love with Lou
iSe?" she inquired, with something of |
his own directness.
He answered her with perfect serl- |
BUSINESS.
81 believe So" he admitted, ''but l |
should not like to say that am abSo- |
lutely certain. l have come here to |
fnd out"
Sophy suddenly rocked with laugh
ter
''YOu are the dearest, queerest mad |
man have ever met :" she exclaimed, |
holding tightly to his arm. "You sit |
there with a face as long us fiddle, !
wondering whether you are in love |
with a girl or not Well, am not GO
ing to ask you anything more. Tell me,
are you tired?"
Not n bit" he declared. ~ never |
had such a ripping evening in my life"
She held his arm little tighter. She
was the old Sophy again, full of life
and gayety.
Let's go to the Aldwych," she sug-
gested, "and see the dancing. We can
just have something to drink. We !
needn't have any more supper"
The cab stopped a few minutes later
outside what seemed to be private
house The door was opened at once.
Sophy wrote Johns name in book,
and they were ushered by the manager,
who had come forward to greet them,
into a long room, brilliantly lit, and
filed, except in the center, with sup
per tables. John looked around him
wonderingly. The popping of cham
pague COrks was almost lncessant. A
slightly voluptuous atmosphere of
cigarette smoke, mingled with the per-
Fumes shaken from the clothes and