Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1917-10-26

anywhere. This Nine. Latrobe, who
opens over here tomorrow night, is In
love ut the present moment with Jean
Tourbet. She had an affair with that
Italian poet in the summer, so they
tell me. She was certainly in Madrid
In October with Bretoldl, the sculp-
tor. These men are all great artists.
Think what she must have learned
from associating with themi Now
Louise Maurel so far as we know,
has never had but one affair, the prince
Of Seyre, and has been faithful to him
all the time"
1t was out at last John had heard
IL spoken in plain words. The black
demon upon which his hand had lain
so heavily. was alive now, without 4
doubt, jeering at him, hooking at
alive and self-assertive In the SCI
words Of the elderly. well-bred man
who lounged upon the table.
For moment or two John was
stunned. A wild impulse assailed him
to leap up and confront them all, to
choke the lie back down the throat
of the man who had uttered 1t. Every
nerve in his body was tingling with
the desire for action. The stupor Of
his senses alone kept him motonless,
and strange, incomprehenslble clar-
ity of thought He realized exactly
how things We're. This man had not
spoken idly, or as a scandalmonger.
He had spoken what he had accepted
as a fact, what other people believed.
John rose to his feet and made his
way toward the door. His face showed
little sign of disturbance. He even
nodded to some men whom he knew
slightly. AS he passed down the stairs,
he met Graillot. Then once more his
self-control became in danger. He
seized the Frenchman savagely by the
arm.
"Come this way" ne said, leading
! him toward the card-room. "Come in
here! l want to speak to you"
! He locked the door--a most I'M
heard-of and irregular proceeding.
Grailot felt the coming of the storm.
"Wel!" he exclaimed grimly. "Trou-
| BILE already, Ell? l see 1t In your face,
young man. Out with it,
~ was sitting in the smoking room
| there, few moments ago" he began,
| jerking his head toward the door.
There were some men talking-de-
cent fellows, not dirty scandal-mOn-
gers. They spoke of Louise Maurel."
Graillot nodded gravely. He knew
very well what was coming.
John felt his throat suddenly dry.
The words he would have spoken
choked him. He banged his fist upon
the table by the side of which they
were standing.
Look. here, Graillot," he cried, al.
most piteously, 'you know it is not
true, nor likely to be true! Cant
you say SOP"
stop, my young friendr' the
Frenchman interrupted. II know moth.
ing. 1t is habit of mine to know
nothing when people make suggestions
of that sort. 1 make no inquiries. ]
accept life and people as find them"
\ "But you don't believe that such a
thing could be possble?"
4 "Why not?" Graillot asked steadily
John could do no more than mum.
BILE o repetition of his words. The
WOTfu WIS lulilHS uNuy lToHu HILL
81 viii not discuss this matter with
you, my friend l will only ask you
J. to remember the views of the world in
which we live. Louise Maurel is an
artist, a great artist. If there has
been such an affair as you suggest, be,
tween her and any man, if it were
: something which appealed to her af.
fections, it is my opinion that she
would not hesitate. You seem to think
1t an outrageous thing that the prince
--nha2uld have been her lover. To be
very much more surprisea athaf Hial'
!. riage.'
Continued next week.