Lincoln County times. (Jerome, Idaho) 1911-1919, 1918-01-10

| don't hate your WOrk-ive got over
that 1 don't think 1 am narrow about
it. 1 admire Graillot, and his play Is
wonderful. But 1 think. and l always
shall think, that the denouement In
that third act is abominable !"
She nodded Understandings.
81 am beginning to realize how you
must feel" she confessed. "We won't
talk about 1t any more now. Drive
me to the theater, will you? l want
to be there early tonight. just to get
everything ready for changing after
ward"
The reception in honor of the little
company of French tragedians, at
which almost the whole of the English
stage and a sprinkling of society peo-
pie were present, was complete sue
cess. Louise made a charming host
ess, and Sir Edward more than ever
justified his reputation for saying the
right thing to the right person at the
right moment. The rooms were crowd
ed with throngs of distinguished peo-
pie, who all seemed to have plenty to
say to one another.
The only person, perhaps, who
found himself curiously i'll ut ease was
John. He heard nothing but French
on all sides of nina language which
he read with some facility, but which
he spoke like schoolboy. He had
been wandering about for more than
an hour before Louise discovered him.
! She at once left her place and crossed
the room to where he was standing by
the wall.
Cheer upI" she begged, with a de-
lightful smile. 81 am afraid that you
are being bored to death. VIII you
guests?"
For goodness sake, mol" John i'm
plored. 81 have never seen one of
them act, and my French is appalling
l am all right dear. It's quite enough
pleasure to see you looking so beauti-
full, and to think that am going to be
allowed to drive you home afterward."
Louise looked into neighboring
mirror, and gazed critically at her
own reflected image. She had a curl
Gus feeling that at that precise mo-
ment she had reached the zenith Of
her power and her charm. Her audi
ence ut the theater had been wonder
fully sympathetic, had responded with
rare appreciation to every turn of her
voice, to every movement and gesture.
The compliments, too, which she had
been receiving from the crowds who
had bent over her fingers that night
had been no idle words.
She was conscious, acutely con-
scious, of the atmosphere she had Gre
ated around her. She was glorying
in the subtle outward signs of 1t. She
was in love with herself In love, too,
with this delightful new feeling of
loving. 1t would have given her more
joy than anything else In the world,
In that moment of her triumph to
have passed her arm through Johns,
to have led him up to them all, and to
have said:
'After all. you see, am a very sim
pie sort of woman. 1 have done just
the sort of simple thing that other
women do, and 1 am glad of livery
glad and very happy"
Her lips moved to the music of her
thoughts. John leaned toward her.
Did you say anythingT he asked
you dear stupid, of course l did
not Or If 1 did, 1t was just one OF
those little whispers to oneself which
mean nothing, yet which count for &c
much. Can l not do anything to make
you enjoy yourself more? l shall have
to go back to my guests now. We
are expecting royal parsonage, and
those two dears who keep so close tC
my side do not speak word Of Eng
lish."
"Please go back, DEAR" John begged
promptly. 1T was nice OF you to come
at all. And here's Sophy at last thanh
goodness Now 1 am all right"
She laid her fingers upon his arm.
You must take me back to m,
place." she said. "Then you can 81
and talk nonsense to Sophy"
They were back In the crowd now
and she dismissed him with littl,
nod He made his way quickly to tn,
spot where he had seen Sophy. II
his disappointment, she had disap
peared. Graillot however, came vi
and seized him by the arm.
"Still playing the moth, my younl
friend?" he exclaimed. aren't tn
wings sufficiently burned YETI"
dln AFRAID ltS become perma
, nent role" John replied, as the tw,
men shook hands. "Where have yol
been all these weeks, and why haven
, you been to see me?"
! Paris, my dear young friend-Pari
and life Now 1 am back again
am not sure that know why. cam
over with these French people, t
see them start their theater. Forgiv
: me, have not paid my respects to on
hostess. We shall meet again pres
emily"
8, He strolled off, and few minute
later John found Sophy.
How late you are," he grumblet
Il couldn't help It," she answered
This Is the only evening dress I pos
sess at present, and had to mend 1
| before 1t was decent IN Gonna ont ir