The Washington herald., 1922-05-25
cssftases from Yesterdas.
Tenptatfsn.

- TenDtatfsn.
'I'll take you away" a soft voict
whispered aud a hand graspet
about to meet the burning eyes OF
Jules Msrchand. as. e.. f.,
With swimming head and ringing
ears. Jane permitted herself to be
pushed through the hot crowd
ahead of the little Frenchman
whose hot hands were keeping q
strong hold on her arm.
Out of hereto some air!" he
kept saying as they skirted the
crowd and came finally to the ele-
vator.
Half unconscious and rather sick
and faint now from the punch. Jane
stepped into the elevator. Up-ur
up, To dizzy heights IL seemed
she was being whirled. She closed
her eyes and then opened them
There was Marchand looking at her
with black. beady eyes that could
only snap-not smile.
where are we goingT Jane
asked.
ITO the studio"
Whose studio?"
He kissed her hand gallantiy
Does Il natter" he asked suavely
ct guess not" Jane said tiredly.
She could not forget Norman
standing there watching the wan
ton dancing OF Madame Naramoya
the sixth veil of Salome. How
they had cheeredi Norman-h had ap-
plauded too. He had not noticed
her leave with Marchand. She had
been forgotten for the dance OF
passion.
You are not werY the artist
inquired as he put the key into .
dor and led Jane into a red-lit
studio. where incense was burning
and orchids were whiting in the
warmth Of the heavy atmosphere.
Jane stood undecided on the
threshold.
"why do we come here?" sh.
asked duly.
For you TO rest" Marchand de-
clsred forcing her into a wing
chair and placing cushions under
her feet and at her back.
He lit a cigarette and handed II
to her.
NO thanks"
"Bien."
He sat putting idly. watching the
lights OF New York fickerine
through the high studio. window.
You like the hall Des Artistes?.
''No-not much" Jane sighed
She was very tired. She didn't care
much what happened She wa,
looking at Marchand and trying to
make herself realize that she was
there with him-alone. But she
could only settle back more COM
fortably into the cushions and sigh
The sixth veil! BY this time
Sa1ome would have finished the
dance. They would be auctionine
or the wells. Perhaps Norman
would bid for one. What a dread.
fnl experience to see the man you
love. the man you expect to mar
ry. neld under the black mesmerisn
or q diabolical woman.
You admire Madame Naramovs
too" Jane asked Marchand sud
denly.
He tossed a high cushion at her
feet.
IT admIre-you." he declared
.fervently.
You mustn't" Jane said. but she
was so faint she could not resist
when he took her hand and began
stroking It softly.
You are the most beautiful
woman at the Ball Des Artistes
Miss -Madamoiselle Jan.
you are too beautiful to cast
yourself away on the cold Amer
lean man. You should come with
me-to Paris, I paint you-I love
voa1-I maka Won 1IyeI"
Paris" Jane muttured. She wa,
yawning now and could scarcely
keep her eyes open. The incens
was heavy on her senses. she could
only sit blinking rather stupidity al
little Buddha set upon the edge
Of the table.
You think you would like Pari.
with me7" he pleaded.
Paris ought to be nice"
Suddenly he took her two hands
and pressed them to his beating
heart.
-Jane-my beautiful little Jane
I love you. From the first day
saw you in the studio, my heart
leaped to your feet. You are-mag-
nifque, Charmante! You will come
-elope with me-to Paris?"
II might as well go anywhere
II Norman is-untrue to mep Jane
sobbed. "Oh. wish I were deadr
He tried to comfort her.
You should not take him seri-
ously. He writes novels. Maybe
he make love to you to get a new
plot. Ell? How you know? !. Jules
Marchand. am Frenchman.
know how to love a womsn-I am
at your feet. See. kiss your little
slipper"
Jane jumped up angrily. y
stop. How dare youI Do not