Evening star., 1918-11-03

I am Just Sonia. the gypsy. nightin-
gale. ! know nothing of serious
"Ycu carry one very serious secret
n YOU. heart" he told her, gravely.
times stab you. You are French
woman. and yet"
Lutchester paused for a moment
Sonia, too, seemed suddenly to have
awakened into state of tense and
vivid emotion. The cigarette burned
eyes were fixed upon Lutchester.
There was something almost like fear
in their questioning depths.
.c1gI9aM.. "ginishl Einish" she insisted
dear friend. the friend for whose
sake you are here in America, is
your country's enemy"
She raised herself q little upon the
-, "Ihat is % not true" she de- declared ,,: fH:
heart aches for the misery that has
only which he hates. II France had
but possessed the courage to stand
by herself, to resist when England
forced her friendship upon her. none
pened. Maurice has told me so him.
self. France could have peace to.
day. peace at her own price"
"There is no peace which would
leave France with a soul. save the
She crushed her cigarette nervously
3n her a, fingers. fingers. threw it away and
q! will not talk Of these things
with you," she cried. ut was not for
me at once? Were these the thoughts
you had in your mind when you sent
your little note?-when you chose
70 show yourself once more in my
cord he drew his chair - lit little enc nearer r
to hers. He took her hand. She
gave him both unresistingly.
Listen, dear Sonia." he said, at is
true that I am a changed man.. ! am
remember the Chateau d'AlbertT
"Of course" she murmured. "And
the young Duo d,Albert's wonderful
house party. We all motored there
sstner' II You have forgotten that.
~ lay in that orchard for two
hole in my side and one leg pretty
nearly done for. I saw things can
never forget, IN those days, Sonia.
IN that first mad rush. OF the chateau
there remains but four blackened
walls"
"Pauvre enfant!' she murmured.
"But you are we'll and strong again
now, is 1t not SO? You will not
Isi. i,sht again. ain: s,9n, sh9 You were never
"Just now. ne confided. IT have
other work to do. 1t is that other
work w which has brought me to
Her eyes questioned him.
There is. perhaps, now" she asked,
"a woman in your life?"
There Is" he admitted.
She made grimace.
But how clumsy to tell me, even
though I asked" she exclaimed.
do not wish to hear of her! If she
Is all the world to you. why did you
send me that little note? Why are
you here?"
because we were once dear friends,
sonia." he said, because ! wish to
saye you from great trouble"
what do you mean?" ~
.'sonia." he continued. with a note
Of sterness in his tone, during the
last two years you have gone back
and forth between New York and
Paris six times. do not think that
you can make that journey again."
She was standing now, with one
hand gripping the edge Of the table.
"Johni John = :
What do you mean?" she demanded,
and this time her own voice was
hard. .
'"I mean" he said. ''that when you
leave here for Paris you will be
watched day and night. The moment
you set foot on French soil YOU will
be arrested and searched. II any
thing is found upon you. such as a
message from your friend in WASH
ington--well. you know what 1t would
mean. Can't you see. you foolish
child. the risk you have been running?
Would you care to be branded as. q
spy2-you, q daughter of France?"
She struck at him. Her lace sleeves
had fallen back, and her white arm,
through the twilight, aimlessly yet
"You dare to call me a spy! You,
John2" she shrieked. But 1t is hor-
rible."
"It 10 the work Of spy" he told her
gravely. Ito bring q letter from any
person in friendly capital and de-
liver 1t to an enemy. That Is what
you have done, Sonia, many times
Without detection. It is because You
are Sonia that I have come to save
you from doing 1t again."
She groped her way back ito the
couch. Che threw herself upon it with
her back toward him. her head buried
In her hands.
"The letters are only between
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