The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1917-11-02

"that these French actresses get al
us n little more completely even than
Louise Maurel. Do you know the rea'
SOM I'll tell you. II is because they
live the life. They have n dozen new
emotions in a season. They make a
cult Of feeling. They use their brains
to dlssect their passions. They cut
their own life into small pieces and
give us the result without conceal
ment That Is where they score, If
anywhere. This Nine. Latrobe, who
opens over here tomorrow night, Is In
love at 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 assoclntlng with them 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"
II was out at last John had heard
II spoken In plain words. The black
demon upon which his hand had lain
so heavily, was alive now, without n
doubt, jeerlng at him, mocking at him
alive and self-assertlve In the sober
words of the elderly, well-bred man
who lOunged upon the table.
For 3 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 it. Every
nerve In his body was tingllng with
the desire for action. The stupOr of
his senses alone kept him mOtionless,
and strange, incOmprehensible clar-
| ity of thought. He realized exactly
how things were. This man had not
spoken idly, or as scandalmOnger.
He had spoken what he had accepted
as 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" he said, leading
him toward the card-rOOm. Come in
here! | want to speak to you"
He locked the dOOr-a most un-
heard-of and irregular proceeding.
Graillot felt the coming of the storm.
"Well !" he exclaimed grimly. 'Trou-
bic already, eh? l see it in your face,
young man. Out with it,
II 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! Can't
you say SOP"
"Stop, my young friendw the
Frenchman interrupted. 81 know moth
ing. 1t is a habit of mine to know
nothing when people make suggestions
np I
accept life and people as l find them"
"But you don't believe that such a
thing could be possble?"
"Why not?" Graillot asked steadily. |
John could do no more than num-
BILE repetition Of his words. The |
world was falling away from him.
II will not discuss this matter with |
you, my friend. 1 will only ask you
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
which appealed to her af-
fections, it is my opinion that she
would not hesitate. You seem to think
it an outrageous thing that the prince
should have been her lover. To be
perfectly frank, do not. should be
very much more surprised at her mar
riage."
John made his escape somehow. He
opening the door, but he
had no recollection of reaching the
street. A few minutes later, however,
he found himself striding down Pic
,adilly toward Hyde Park corner.
He found taXicab and was driven
.oward the Milan. He was conscious
If wild desire to keep away from
lis rooms. Every pulse in his body
vas tingling. He was fiercely awake,
Eager for motion action, excitement
# any sort. Suddenly he remembered
he night club to which he had been
by Sophy on the first night
If his arrival In London. The adj
lress, too, was there quite clearly in
lis disordered brain. He leaned out
# the cab and repeated it to the driv-
n.
The little place was Unexpectedly
rOwded when he entered, after hay
ng handed his hat and coat to a
estiaire. A large supper party was
'oing on at the farther end, and the |
ancing space was smaller than usu-
l, The maitre d'hotel was escorting
Ohm to small table in a distant
orner, which had just been vacated,
1hen the Inter heard his name Sud- v
enly called by a familiar voice. So .
'hy, who had been dancing, aban- II
oned her partner precipltately and c