The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1917-09-13

SOphy, struck by something In his
voice, swung around and looked at
him. Then she thrust both her arms
through his, clasped her two hands
together, and led him firmly away. A
glimmering of the truth was begin
ming to dawn upon her.
Tell me where you have been since
you left the reception" she insisted,
when at last they were seated to-
gether.
"Wait till have ordered some
wine," he said.
A waiter served them with cham
payne. When Johns glass was filed,
he drained its contents. Sophy
watched him with surprise. She came
little closer to him.
"John," she whispered, you must
tell me-do you hear? You must tell
me everything! Did you take Louise
homer
"Yes."
"What happened, then? You didn't
quarrel with her?"
Nothing at all happened" he as
sured her. 1--WE parted the best Of
friends. 1t wasn't that"
"Then what? Remember that am
your friend, John, dear. Tell me ev-
erything."
Il will tell you," he assented. II
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the Adelphi Terrace. I sat down in
the smoking room. There was no one
there l knew. Some men were talk
ing. They had been to the reception
tonight. They were comparing French
actresses and English. They spoke
first of the French woman, LatrObe,
and her lovers; then of Louise. They
spoke quite calmly, like men discuss
ing history. They compared the two
actresses, they compared their lives
Latrobe, they said, had lovers by the
scOre-LOuise only one"
Sophy's hand stole into his. She
was watching the twisting Of his fea'
lures. She understood so well the ex'
| cltement underneath.
II think l can guess" she whis'
pered. Don't hurt yourself telling
me. Something was said about the
prince!"
His eyes blazed down upon her.
"You, too" he muttered. "Does
the whole world know Of it and speak
| nc 20 II did nat r,ottor9 SoDhu ic II
true? Speak out Don't be afraid OF
hurting me. You call yourself my
friend. I've been down, looking al
the outside of her house. l dared moi
go in. There's fire burning in my
soul! Tell me if it Is true!"
"You must not ask me that ques
tiop, John," she begged. "How should
I know? Besides, these things are sc
different in our world, the world you
haven't found out much about yet
SuppOsing it were true, John," sh'
went on, remember that it was be
fore you knew her. Supposing Il
should be true, remember this-yOul
idea of life is too absurd. Is one CreeC
made to fit human beings who may
differ In a million different ways? A
woman may be as good as any eve
born into the world, and yet take JUS
q little love into her life, If she b'
true and faithful in doing it. dom
believe there is dearer or sweete
woman breathing than Louise, but on
must have love. Don't l know 1t
A man may be strong enough to liv'
without it, but wOman-never !"
The skirts of the women brushed
their table as they danced, the rhythm
Of the music rose and fell above tn
murmur of laughter and conversation
John looked around the room, and
sort of despair crept in upon him.
was no good! He had come to Lon
don to understand; he understood
nothing. He was made of the wrOn
fiber If only he could change him
self! If it were not too late! !
he could make himself like other men
II must not ask you any more QueS
tions, Sophy," he said. "You are he
friend, and you have spoken yer
sweetly. Tomorrow will so and Sc
her."
"And tonight, forget it ALL" sh
pleaded. "Wipe 1t out of your men
ory. Tonight she is not here, and
am Even If YOU are furiOuSly in Low