The Washington herald., 1921-05-08

going"
Earleigh turned away with a strange
The next evening he missed her. She
had gone to another, engagement. and 1t
was a week before he found her In an
other cabaret This time he chose Q ia
be directly beside the dancing floor, and
nodded pleasantly when she came on.
And he was pleased the more at the
troubled look in her face she saw him.
Clearly she was not. seeking gallant at
tentions.
She was smiling. nevertheless. when
he sought out her table again. No won-
an is above a compliment. courteously
intended and this time Earleigh stayed
longer. This time, too. she consented to
join him in another bit of food. And
again he spoke of opera and OF the ways
of entering it, since that seemed the only
approach to her And again her dark
eyes sparkIed as she listened almost as
hungrily as she ate.
Have you never thought Of trying II.
mademoiselle?" ~
Her swift glance said. 20. have II" Her
weary voice said. Il have to put the
thought away from me, monsieur"
But there are ways. Il happen to have
command of them. And you have the
voice. You have
"It is for another reason. monsieur.
Mademoiselle looked away from his stare
of surprise. What lovely woman over
there! And what jewels" she hastened
to say. And the talk remained among
trivial things. until Earlelgh felt it time
to be leaving.
You will be expecting Mr.. Genaro in
a moment"
mo; tonight my father. is coming to
take me. monsieur"
Was it relief, or pride. tat Earleigh
thought he heard in her tone? May l
stay and meet him." he asked at once.
Certainly. monsieur"
81 want to tell him about you." he
laughed and as quickly sobered. The
troubled look had come back to her eyes.
20. you must NOT" she cried. with an
intensity that startled him.
Who wss this girl? 1t was more than
refinement of feature that made her
beauty. There was pride OF race in her.
1t spoke in her accent. in her poise-
Clearly a parsonage. hungry for all that
rightfully belonged to her. There was
real beauty-in that patient hunger In
her voice and her eyes.
20, pardon me. monsieur" she caught
him in the midst of his stare. Il have
been rude l have neglected to thank
you for your flowers. And then you
were generously speaking of my fitness
for opera And i told you l was not to
think OF it-for the present. l am as
sisting my father"
in this way?'
in this way. But I hope it will not
be for long"
20, he is ill.,"
Far from it, monsieur" Mademoi-
L. ftNl
day you may hear of my father. He
has great expectations, if they should
be realized-when they are realized"
She ended with a glance about that said,
Then good-by to this" All. here he
comesw Her glance had found him.
The meeting was brief for Earleigh.
From the thicket of gilded tables about
them a hurried figure emerged for all
the world like a character in some old
story, with flowing white hair, sweeping
white mustaches a pointed white beard.
a very Quixote, except that he was thlck
and short. In one hand he hourished
broad black felt hat; under MS arm nc
hugged a fiddle case.
"Ah, monsieur! Delighted" He swept
Earleigh a bow, on his being presented
That was all. Come, come child" He
turned to mademoiselle. where is your
cloak? We have only just time to catch
the last ferry!'
Murmurfng an adieu, Mile. Jacqueline
gave Earleigh her hand, saying more. as
was her font, with her eyes. Monsieur
you are disappointed. You have been
kind. You are the only one who has
ever been interested in me. And that
has been sweet. But let US look at the
facts. You live in one world and 1 in
another. These impossible attractions
are really too bad" Aloud Earleigh was
hearing: "Good-by monsieur; it has been
so good Of you; thank you so much
1t was a long good-by. On the next
evening she was gone from the cabaret.
and nowhere else to be found. In vain'
and for weeks, he trailed her. He watch
ed the ferries, watched the newspapers
thinking and wondering. Her one worn
gown returned to his memory And her
health must be as frail as her purse. He
remembered her pallor. the light cough
that sometimes escaped her and her pitt
full hunger. Perhaps she was i'll. Six
months elapsed. But in her absence there
was another discovery that Earleigh
made He had an interest in life.
OF course he found her-saw her one
day, at a distance. mounting to the Sixth
avenue elevated out Of the crowds in
Herald sQuare-traced her to Staten ISL
and, of all places-searched it's extent
for days. Once he fancied he saw her turn
a corner into a narrow little way in st.
Georges; but the figure was too thin
and slight, too poorly clad. and the
street too shabby But day arrived
with its clew.
The snow of the early morning had
soon become a cold sleet, yet Earleigh,
chilled and muddied from head to foot.
warmed to the sight of that sign when
he saw it. in the very little street that
appeared too shabby for her, but not now
SO shabby as he swept with a glance its
rows of little old brick houses, their
roofs frosted like cakes, their fronts lat