The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1922-08-27

"You know what sort Of state
we were drifting into when she
came" continued. We were like
thousands Of others. We we're rub
bing shoulders, hour by hour and
day 1y day, with the world which
takes no account OF beautiful
things. She came and laid the
magician's hand upon our lives.
We had perfurce TO alter our ways,
10 alter our surroundings, our
amu,oments, our ideals. 10y came
with her, and pain may find n
secret place IN our hearts now that
she has gone, but | do not think
that either Of us would willingly
blot out from his life these last two
years Would you, Arthur"
mot H. he declared. I'VE had =,
to learn our selves TO teach her. To
chuck the things that were rotten,
anyhow, Just because she was
around. Jolly good for us. too''
81 agree with Arthur and you"
Allan said. 81 agree with all that
you have said. The child was dear
10 me, too. SO dear that | do not
thing that it would be easy to go
back 10 our old life without her.
That IS Why
lie glanced around the room. Our
hands fell apart ! lit a cigarette
and looked at the open trunk.
you are going away, Allan?"
lie podded
I'm off to Canada" he said.
Tve an old uncle there who's
worth looking after and he's al
ways bothering me TO pay him a
visit. Right time OF the year. too
and hang 10 all. Arnold, I've sat
here for week I'm front of an
empty canvas, and I'd go to hell
sooner than stand it any longerl"
And you. Arthur"
81 have been appointed manager
of our Paris Depot" Arthur an
swered a little grandiloquently. Il
couldn't refuse. Much better
pay and more fun. and all that Sort
OF thing. and--oh, hang it all. Ar
mold, is It likely a fellow could
stay here now she's gomez" he
wound up, with a little catch in his
throat.
So the old days were overt
looked at my desk, and by the side
of it was the chair IN which she
, used sometimes 10 sit while l read
to her. Then / think that l. too,
was glad that this change was to
come.
There is one thing. Arnold"
Madame said quietly, about her
things We locked the door of her
room. Mrs. Burdett has packed up
most of her clothes, but there are
the ornaments and few little
things OF her own. We. should like
to go in--Arthur and l. We have
waited for YOU"
I'VE will so now" | answered.
"She will have no need of anything
y that she has left behind. We will
each choose a keepsake, and lock
the rest up
We entered the room all together,
almost on liproe, II we had been
wearing hats | am sure that we
should have taken them Off. How,
with such tritling means at her
command, she could have left be-
hind in that tiny chamber so po.
tent an impression of daintiness and
comfort | cannot tell. But there 1t
was. Her little bed, with its spot
less couuterpane, was hung with
pink muslin. There was a lace
spread upon her toilet table, on
which her little oddments of silver
made a bravo show. Only one
thing seemed out of place, worn
little slipper peeping out from uu-
der a chair. | thrust il into my
pocket. The others took some
tritle from the table. Then, as
silently as we had entered, we left
the room. AS / turned the key |
chuked down something in my
throat, and did my best to laugh
"a little unnaturally, am afraid.
"Come!' | cried, 1t Is / who am
responsible for this attack Of SEN
timent, | will show you how to
get rid OF 1t. You dine with me
at Hautboy's. / have money-lots
OF 1t. Feurgeres left me twenty
thousand pounds. llautboy's and
a magnum of the best. How long
will you fellows be dressing?"
fitey trier 10 rail into my moof.
Allan mixed cocktails. We drank
and smoked and shouted to one an.
other uproariously from our rooms
as we changed our clothes. We
drove to Hautboy's, three In a
hanson, and Arthur spent his usual
five minutes chatting the young
lady behind the tiny bar. But when
the wine came, and our glasses
were filled a sudden silence fell
upon us We looked at each other,
and we all knew what was in the
minds OF all of US. 1t was Allan
who spoke.
TO Isobel!" he said softly.
We drank in silence, each busy
with his own thoughts. But after.
ward Arthur raised his glass high
above his head
"To the Princess Isobel!" he
cried. Long life and good luck to
herr"
Afterward there were no more
tOasts.
Arthur and Allan went their sew.
eral ways within tweutyfour hours
of our farewell dinner. ! sew .lsas
both off, and | forced them with
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