The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1917-08-06
that he is in England. lie would not
no p,iltv of S1lch nm anachrOnjSm Re.

that he Is IN England. lie would moi
be guilty Of such an anachronism. Be
sides, he Is person. of wonderfully
well-balanced mind. When he Is him
self again, he will realize that what
hapDened to him is exactly what hi
asked for"
John took up his hat and gloves
lie glanced at the cl0ck-it was q lit
tie past eleven.
II am ready" he announced. "Let
me drive you home first"
His motor was waiting at the door,
and he left Sophy at her rooms. Be-
fore she got out, she held his arm for
moment.
"John," she said, remember that
Louise is very high-strung and very
sensitive. Be careful ~ '"' " =
'"There is only one thing to do or
to say" he answered. "There is only
one way In which l can do it."
He drove the car down Piccadilly
like a man In dream, steering as
carefully as usual through the traffic,
and glancing every now and then with
lnseeing eyes at the streams of peO-
pie upon the pavements. Finally he
came to standstill before Loulse's
house and stopped the engine with de-
'iberate care: Then he rang the bell,
and was shown into her little draw
Ing-rOOm, which seemed to have become
perfect bower of pink and white
lilac.
He sat waiting as If in a dream,
unable to decide upon his words, I'M
able even to sift his thoughts. The
one purpose with which he had come,
the one question he designed to ask,
was burning in his brain. The min
utes of her absence seemed tragically
long.
Then at last the door opened and
Louise entered. She came toward him
with a little welcoming smile upon
her lips. Her manner was gay, al
most affectiOnate.
"Have you come to take me for q
ride before lunch?" she asked. "DO
you know, I think that l should really
like It! We might lunch at RaneIagh
on our way home"
The words stuck in his throat. From
where she was, she saw now the writ
ing on his face. She stopped short.
"What is IT." she exclaimed.
ever since I knew YOU" he said
slowly, "there have been odd moments
when I have lived in torture. During
the last fortnight, those moments have
become hours. Last night the end
came"
Are you mad, joint" she demand
ed.
"Perhaps," he replied. "Listen. When
I left you last night, I went to the
club in Adelphi Terrace. There was a
well-known critic there, comparing you
and Latrobe On the whole he ia
vored you, but he gave Latrobe the
FIRST place in certain parts. Latrobe,
he said, had had more experience in
life. She had had a dozen lovers
you, only one!"
She WINGED. The glad freshness
seemed suddenly to fade from her
face. Her eyes became strained.
"Well?"
II found Graillot. I cornered him.
{ asked him for the truth about you.
de put me off with an evasion.
came down here and looked at your
window. 1t was three o'clock in the
morning. dared not come In. A very
lemon of unrest was in my blood. 1
stopped at the night club on my way
back. Sophy was there. l asked her
plainly to put me out Of my agony.
She was like Graillot. She fenced with
NE. And then-the prince came"
''The prince was there?" she fall
tered.
"He came up to the table where
Sophy and I were sitting. I think I
was half mad. poured him glass Of
wine. I told him that you had prom
Used to become my wife. Tie raised
his glass-I can see him now. He
told me, with smile, that 1t was the
Of the day on which you
promised to become his-l