The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-08-08

The next two or three days were an inferno to Kane. The feeling Of he1plessness was hardest Of all to bear.
 Victor had no news to report. He knew perfectly weIl-none better where to loiter for any chance hint; but nothing is more secretive than your Apache. Fear and seH-interest, two most vital impulses, bound the clan into a brotherhood of silence. The fact of Andree-s apduction was cafe chatter all through the quarter. There was plenty of speculation hint ed at inside information
 One morning there was brought to Kane, with his rolls and coffee, let ter which he read with little sense of shame that he had so completely forgotten its sender. It was the briefest of notes. asking him to call at his early convenience, and signed, Dorothea w."
 "H-m! Not -M..' it appears" com mented Kane.
 Directly after luncheon he crossed the Seine, proceeding down the Bou- Ievard Raspail to the Rue de Baby Hone Following the directions in Dorothea's letter, he presently ar rived at the Street Of the Little Flower Pots, name which should be sacred to ideal romance ana per petual honeymoon, but was not Lit tie flower pots there were, to be sure, but it was a street of little-and un- derpaid clerks, of prosperous ouvr1ers of small and cheaply furnished apart ments
 fefore one of the cramped houses Kane pauseed, verified its number and turned the bronzed handle of its bell
 Dorothea herself appeared in answer, greeted him wanly, and let him into a room on the street floor front. Even as she took his hat and stick, his swift glance inventoried the ghastly apartment-the rather awful wall paper, with purple nosegays against a faded yellow background, f1insy and highly polished furniture. a great couch which had plainly play ed many parts in its day. a moulting canary in it's window cage.
 Of one thing alone may the seeker after furnished apartments be certain in Paris-each will include one canary, and it will usually be mou1r- ing. On the window ledge below this particular bird was glass bowl in which several Respondent goldfish waved languid fins One. indeed, f1oated belly up, quite dead
 Dorothea, having indicated a fairly safe chair to her visitor, sank wearily upon the couch. Kane was shocked to note how she had altered for the worse even in the brief time since he had last seen her. Only her eyes seemed alive, and these were far-shnken and dark ringed, She lighted one of her lit tie gold-tipped cigarettes. and sur veyed him curiously.
 Nothing like home, after a1l!" She spoke in her throaty mezzo. Monsieur. madame, and the ca nary!'
 She gestured vaguely with her cig- arctic, including the assembled hor- TOTS with her circling hand.
 Good Heavens, why did you do it ?" broke from Kane's heart. Dorothea shrugged
 'I suppose I kidded myself into thinking I wasfa good pudge of hu- man nature. I'd seen a good bit of it; but not all!''
 "And-and what about Marechal? ?''
 Dorothea inhaled deep 1ungful of aromatic smoke.
 'tHe Is a hyena in nice clothes Rather unjust to the hyena-but she's often used as a figure of speech you know!"
 These things represent his own taste in decoration?'
 "Oh, mol He hasn't bought a thing. I'm even paying for this chamber of horrors. Not that I'm crazy about it-but at any rate it's wind-proof and rain-proof." After a moment she added: He's not coming back, you know I'm quite rndisturbed here. His if nal interview with papa convinced | him that there was nothing to ex- | pect from that quarter. Papa told him you had called him a cheap crook, or something to that effect It seemed to peeve him rather badly too." well. he Is a crook, and a pretty cheap one, too! I'd have told you that long ago, if l thought you plan. ned anything like going through life l hadn't figured you out as the marry ing sort.''
 'I didn't suppose so myself. He seemed to hypnotize me-but that isn't exactly the word, either. We seemed to have a lot In common Especially. he never bored me. and | that was so unusualt" Did I bore you. then?"
 'tNo, you were the only other one | who never did But you never ask ed me to marry you.' OorotIrea an swered with serene frankness. | Kane lauhged nervously. l Without any help from either Marechal or your father, how-what 1 -"
 "You mean who pays the fiddler | I suppose?" Dorothea extended hei berinsed hands. "I have quite 1o | of trinkets left. Not my most val uable ones; Marecha1 got those. He was wonderfully clever at pilferins 1 while I slept, considerin that Tn a light sleeper"
 Kane strengthened in his chatr.
 you're going home with me-" he | said. Dorothea laughed mockingly | How masterful we are, But in. deed, my little man, I'm going to dc nothing of the sort. Almost any thing else, but not thatI You don'' | know my father We are like oi and water-don't mix we'll"
 T know your father we'll enough to mean what I said. He was al cut up over the affair. and said you were welcome any time-alone. He | meant 1t, too"
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