Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1917-01-09
CHAPTER XIl-Continued.

Ethel consented to the arrangement
She was immensely relieved that the
quickwitted journalist so readily ac-
cepted her alias
Good, goodv' their delighted host
exclaimed. Sweet consomme, Ell
Boiled chicken, an artichoke, q bit of
salad, and some coffee-real American
coffee, without chicory, eh, m'sieu p
He was already edging toward the
door that led kitchenward, to begin
his preparations for q meal that should
forever perpetuate his inn in the mem
cries of his two guests.
Great. Sounds immensew Mr..
Brown rejoined with enthusiasm.
Yes, m'sieu-immense! That is
your good American word. |
shall serve such a dinner as the Lion
dor never has seen beforer' And
Henri disappeared In high spirits
After the depressing dullness of the
past weeks 1t was indeed exhilaratlng
to minister to two appreciative pa
irons.
BY the time Christophe had van
ished Ethel Willoughby had quite re-
covered her self-possession. And when
Charlie Brown turned to her with a
look of inquiry upon his face she was
ready to meet his scrutiny with a stout
heart.
You seem surprised-and quite nat
urally," she said Eat hearing that man
call me Madame de Lorde."
'Well, that afternoon l knew you
as Miss Willoughby," he replied.
but was then Madame de Lorde,"
Ethel explained glibly. you see, Mr..
Brown, I'd been married secretly"
Secretly"
There were reasons-good rea-
sons" she reioined II could not ex-
plain what they were then; nor can l
now"
"Surely-surelyr' he acquiesced. for
he had not the slightest desire to pry
into her private affairs. But what
on earth are you doing in this dead
and-alive spot?" And then, in the next
breath. he exclaimed, as a sudden in
spiration came to him, "Oh, by George.
How dull of mel You're honeymoon
ing, of coursel'
Not exactlyr' Ethel replied, Just a
bit lamely. perhaps. my husband
isn't here-iust now. He had some
business in Brussels, but l came on
ahead"
She had, indeed, left Streetman in
the Belgian capital "Shall you be
staying long?" she asked Mr.. Brown.
mol I'm off in the morning." he
informed her
The information relieved her vastly
She had not relished the thought Of
having to confess to the American that
Monsieur de Lorde was no other than
his erstwhile acquaintance of the tea
party-Henry Streetman. But as a
spy in his majestys service, Ethel took
as easily to subterfuge as a duck to
water. She surprised herself often by
the readiness with which plausible
tales sprang to her lips.
"Ohl Then you won't be able to
meet Monsieur de Lorde," she said
with note OF regret. 81 don't expect
him till tomorrow"
Charlie Brown murmured his regret
at that circumstance.
But what are you doing here?"
Ethel asked him then. Perhaps you've
a secret in your past too?" she added
gayly.
But Mr.. Brown could lay claim to
no such romantic excuse.
"Oh, came over looking for a war"
he explained.
"And you haven't found itT'
Nothing like 1t at ALP he replied.
1.-The day after l saw you | got a
straight tip to beat it for Belgium. l
bought yon one-and-a-half cylinder
1916 bicycle, and I've pedaled away for
three days, till feel all legs and back
My right name, this minute. is George
w. Achewellr And Charlie Brown
sat down by the table upon which Ma
dame de Lorde was resting her trim
elbow.