Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-07-01

scene shifter. And now the question
1 have been burning to ask. Why
are YOU in Nantes, Aline?"
II am on a visit to my aunt, Nine.
de Sautron. She is receiving several
guests today. NJ. de La Tour d'Azyr
is to be one of them"
Andre Louis frowned and sighed.
Did you ever hear. Aline, how poor
Philippe de Vilmorin came by his
end?"
Eyes: I was told. first by my uncle,
then by NJ. de Ia Tour d'Azyr. him
self"
"Did not thas help you to decide
this marriage question:"
How could it? You don't expect
me to judge between men in matters
such as these? 2"
IF you cannot judge, it is that YOU
30 not wish to judge" His tone be-
came harsh. "Wilfully you close your
eyes to justice hat might check the
curse of your unhealthy, unnatural
ambition"
Il think / had better let you alight
so hat you may go back to practice
virtue and honor with your theatre
wench."
IF you must speak of her at ALL"
he interrupted, hotly, you'll speak
Of her as my wife"
Amusement smothered her anger.
Her pallor deepened. 'TMy God" she
said, and looked al him in horror.
And in horror she asked him pres
emily: You are married-married
to that"
Not yet. But l shall be. soon.
And let me tell o that this girl
,.rApo, Won yiSft Nth xrp,,r unAp a y, :
contempt is as good and pure as you
are, Aline. She has wit and talent
which have placed her where she il
and shall carry her a deal farther.
And she has the womanliness 10 be
guided by natural instincts in the
selection of her mate"
You will descend this Instant
she told him fiercely. THAT you
should dare to make a comparison
between me and that ="
And my w~ife-to-be," he inter
rupted, before she could speak the
Infamous word. He opened the door
for himself without waiting for the
footman, and leapt down. My COM
pliments." said he, ~furiously, Ito the
assassin you are to marry" He
slammed the door. Drive on" he
babe the coachman.
He got back to the inn to find the
company at table. Harlequin and
Columbine had spread the tale of the
prince in disguise caught up into the
chariot of a princess and carried off
by her; and it was a tale that had
lost nothing in the telling.
Climene had been silent and
thoughtful. Clearly her Scara-
mouche must be vastly other than
he had hitherto appeared, oil else
that great lady and he would never
have used such familiarity with each
other. Imagining him no better than
he was, Climene had made him her
own. And now she was to receive
the reward of disinterested affection.
Even old Binet's secret hostility
toward Andre Louis melted before
this astonishing revelation. He had
pinched his daughters ear quite
playfully. "Ah, ah, trust you TO
have penetrated his disguise, my
child"
Her father offended her. Scara-
mouche was clearly a great gentle
man. an eccentric if you please. but
a man born. And she was to be his
lady. Her father must learn to treat
her differently.
She looked shyly-with a new shy
ness-at her lover when he came
into the room where they we're dim
ing. She observed for the first time
that proud carriage of the head. with
the chin thrust forward, that was a
trick of his, and she noticed with
what grace he moved-the grace of
one who in youth has had his dane
ing masters and fencing masters.
ITO Be COntinuedl