Evening journal., 1922-07-15
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I ob Maol Sabattnt
G By Rafaol Sabatirli

Dalton. What did you think OF the
play last night2" he continued.
1T was amusing and well con-
! ceived."
Let me present you to the au-
thor"
You? But the company is one OF
the improvisers."
Even improvisors require an au-
thor to write their scenarios. soon
shall be writing plays in the modern
manner"
'You deceive yourself. my poor
Andre The piece last night would
have been nothing without the
players. You are fortunate in your
Scaram ouche."
I'm CONFIDENCE resent you to
him"
ou-scaramouche? Your" She
turned to regard him fully. He
smiled his close-lipped smile that
made wrinkles like gashes in his
cheeks. He nodded.
"And I didn't recognize you!"
It thank you for the tribute, You
imagined. of course, that I was
scene-shifter. And now the question
/ have been burning to ask. Why
are you in Nantes, Aline?"
Il am on a visit TO my aunt. Nine.
de Saut ron. She is receiving several
guests today. NJ. de La Tour d'Azyr
is to be one of them"
Andre-Isouis frowned and sighed.
did you ever hear. Aline, how poor
/ Philippe de Vilmorin came by his
end?"
Eyes; 1 was told. first by my uncle;
then by NJ. de La Tour d'Azyr, him
self"
did not that help you TO decide
this marriage question:
How could It? You don't expect
me to judge between men in matters
such as these?"
1T you cannot judge. It is that
you do not wish to Judge" His tone
became harsh. "Wilfully you close
your eyes to justice that might check
the course OF your unhealthy, IN
natural ambition"
Il think I had better let you alight |
so that you may go back TO practice
virtue and honor with your theater
wench."
IF you must speak Of her at all"
he interrupted, hotly, you'll speak
OF her as my Wife"
Amazement smothered her anger
Her pallor deepened. MY Godl'
she said. and looked at him in hor-
ror. And in horror she asked him
presently: you are married-mar-
ried to that"
mot yet. But I shall be. soon.
And let me tell you that this girl
whom you visit with your ignorant
contempt IS as good and pure asi
YOU are. Aline. She has wit and
talent which have placed her where
she Is and shall carry her a deal
farther. And she has the woman
illness 10 be guided by natural in
stincts 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 wife-to-be." he interrupt
ed. before she could speak the In
famous word He opened the door
for himself without waiting for the
'ootman, and leapt down. MY com
pliments," said he, furtously. TO
he assassin you are to marry" He
slammed the door. Drive on" he
babe the coachman.
He got back TO the inn 70 ind the
company at table Harlequin ana
-olumblne had spread the tale of this
prince in disguise caught up into the
or ffr
By her: and it was a tale that had
ost nothing in the telling.
Cumene had been silent and
thoughtful Clearly her Scara-
nouche must be vastly other than
lie had hitherto appeared, or else
hat great lady and he would never
nave used such familiarity with
zach other. Imagining him no better
han he was, Climene had made him
ier own. And now she was TO re-
,eive the reward Of disinterested
Affection.
Even old Binet's secret hostility
toward Andre-Louis melted before
This astounding revelation. He had
pinched his daughters ear quite
playfully. "Ah. all, trust you TO
have penetrated his disguise, my
childw
Her father offended her. Scara-
mouche was clearly a great gentle
man. an eccentric II 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 were din
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 dancing masters and fencing
masters.
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