The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1921-05-01

ter, but the glance that accompanied
them, straight from those brilliant
black eyes into mine made me shiver
inwardly. But outwardly [ flatter my
self that 1 gave no sign Of perturba-
ton.
mo tears on this shoulder tonight"
1 declared flatly. I know this waist
will spot. 1 have a special suit for
people to cry on. Hurry up and tell
them the story, Dicky. 1t has so many
thrills no one will have time to weep"
The story of our adventures was
thrilling, and it lost nothing in the tell
ing. Dicky is a born raconteur, and
he omitted nothing, from my first sus-
pisions of Mrs. Allis to the night when
we had foiled her attempt to steal the
valuable paintings in the farmhoust
parlor and had discovered that the
artist, whose genius produced the
paintings, had once called her wife.
What Lillian Said.
Ingeniously leading up to his climax.
, Dicky had not mentioned the name o.
the artist who for SO many years hal
been hidden in his sisters noun. ain
home, suffering from a clouded brain
because of the cruelty and perfidy O.
the woman he had loved so madly. A
Dicky told his story. so familiar to mt.
| had been watching Liliian's face for Il
! held a curious startled expression a
! if she were trying to fit together two
pieces of a puzzle. And then Dicky
said, dramatically:
"And you imagine all our feelings
when, just as we thought we had trap
ped the woman fairly, she drew her
! self up and said L am not steaiin2
these pictures. l am taking what T.
my own. l happen to be the widow Of
Robert Savarin.
i The rouge and powder which Lila"
| uses so profusely, and which IS IT,
only things I dislike about her. sue
cessfully hid the pallor, which hn'"
must have spread over her face as
she heard the name of the artist. f'I
| her lips twisted as if in pain, ara lie.
| eyes glittered strangely.
| Robert Savarin?" she gasF"d Al"
you say he was alive al he hmc.
Why, l thought Robert Say9rln d.e4
| Is years ago!"
81 thought that would II. Eou ne
! tween the eyes, Lii" Dirhv S'.d com
placently. ut certanl% d;d me W."
[ found out who the carefully nido''
irecluse was no there. K merit ~aYaTH
| is name to conjur- with In the al
world Just now. ] rer SaW MN HI'
/ self before this w.oH. Did you Kho"
chin at all? p yon couidnt ne
was before our time
! a "Wistfu" Note.
"T have seen him" Lillian re'Hrre',
and cou1d see that she had f'E''
control of herself after. beng
by some hidden emotion, the
which / could not fathonl. lie
most striking looking ran y'''s az
T s,nnose the years have changed ''.'''
much" 49,.
! There was n not in her voice ,'.4'
in any other womans but Lillian
darvood's would have called VS.,
IT looked at her in surprise"
Robert Savarin have any paf
life story of this woman ! -'''
well? Ian"
! III is still a stunning LOOKING 'aap
Dicky retorted, all unconsci""S- - ~
her husband of anything saF'
interest of any artist in a -
romantic, so mournful as W. f'
Savarins. ,.,tu.
"Of course. the years and h.-
ton have told on him. hu' Il"
lregaining command Of hinr".,. . -
be the rage when he COM W. 90 ...ar
us. Count yourselves in on "t'' ....,,I,
stunts we do for him. AaI
give him a blowout. won't 20" 80 ,r,
/ Lillian did not appear to t,@"E , ,.I,
She was tracing figures on me
cloth with her fork. .., ha-
what you incoming over, il sas-
husband demanded. "Didn't you "'1
the Dicky- birds chirp? He Wa ..a
to entertain the restored gems. ~ -
ert Savarin, when he comes
look over little old n Yawk. ,,...,.-.
! Lillian started and looked ~
steadily. -,. shs
| Entertain ROBERT 9a' ,stdsr
said slowly. indeed l
it an honor.
1 tn Be Continuec.l