Evening journal., 1922-09-28
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Not that he made the mistake I
despislng those two social. malcor
tents, Phinuit and Jules. that rogrt
adventurer Monk, that graspin
courtesan. Lame Delorme.
Lanyard accounted that quart
uncommonly clever. resourceful, al
dacious, INSCRIPTIONS, and potter
TALLY ruthless. utterly callous
computations when their interes
were jeopardized.
But it was inconceivable that h
should fail TO outwit and frustra7
them, who had the love and fat
OF Eve de Montalais to honor, chez
ish. and requite.
Trying 10 put himself in Lame
place, Lanyard believed that h
would never have neglected the or
portunity TO steal away from Par
while he slept and leave him
gnaw his nails in the mortificatioI
Of defeat Why she had not done Sd
why she had permitted Monk an
Phinuit to play their comedy OF of
ferfng him the Jewels, passed UNDER
standing.
But Lanyard felt assured Liam
would not keep him waiting lonI
for enlightenment as to her inten|
tions.
Lanyard spent his hours studyini
the Sybarite and particularly tn
chief engineer. Mr. Mussey. a heavj
drinker. untidy about his person an
exacting about his engine-room, |
veteran OF his trade and-it wa
said-an ancient croney of Monks
One night at dinner Lame De |
lorme appeared in a summary toll
let.e that would have made its mari
on the beach Of DeauviIle.
The woman looked years younget
than when Lanyard had last seer
her. Nobody would ever have be
lieved her a day older than twenty
FIVE, no one, that is 10 say. who had
not watched youth ebb from her facd|
as Lanyard had when he told her Of
the death OF de Lorgnes.
Later that night. on deck, pressure|
of hand upon his own reused Ian
yard to discover that Lame Delorme|
had seated herself beside him.
I must have been dreaming" nd
said apologize. you startled me.
zone could see that, my friend.
The woman spoke in quiet ac-I
cents and let her hand llnger upon|
his with its insistent reminder Of
the warm. living presence.
at is that one grows bored, Ell \
cher amir"
perhaps. Lame"
"Or perhaps that ones thoughts
are constantly at the Chateau del
ut amuses you. then, to shoot ar
rows into the air?"
But naturally. I seek the reason.
when see you distract and am conf
scious OF your neglect"
Il think it is for me to complaint
Of that! Always you are with your|
.wo companions; always I am alone.
do you imagine for an Instant
hat 1 class you with such rlffraff?"l
And who am 1 that you should
hold me in higher rating than any|
other MANI"
You should know I do" the wo-
nan breathed, so low he barely
taught the words.
Think what owe to you,
Michael; and then consider this,
hat of all men whom have known
,ou alone have never asked for
owe"
He gave quiet laugh. There is
90 much humility IN my heart"
NO" she said in a dull voice
but you despise me. DO not deny
T." She shifted impatiently in her
hair.
Il cannot hope to escape my
atel"
But one imagines nobody can
scape his fate"
Men such as you, rare as you
re, know how to cheat destiny; but
1omen never. 1t is my fate to have
earned too late TO love you,
Iichael-"
"Ah, Lame, Liane!"
But you hold me in too much
ontempt to be- willing to recognize
ne truth"
ION the contrary. I admire you ex- 1
I think you are an incom-
arabic actress"
You see!" She offered a dispair- i
lg gesture to the stars. 1T is not
'ue what I say? lay bare my
cart to him. and he tells me that
acti"
But my dear girl surely you do
OF expect me to think otherwise ?"
Il was a fool 10 expect anything
ON you" she returned bitterly
you know too much about me-"
Divided between annoyance and
staste, he was silent. And all at
nee she threw herself half across
10 Joined arms Of their chairs.
his shoulders with her ]
,nds. so that her half-clothed body
sted on his bosom, and its scented
armth assailed his senses with the u
duction whose power she knew so
ell.
Confined in Our Next Issue.)