Evening journal., 1922-07-17
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I ob Rafael Sabaftni

CHAPTER TX
DO you know" said cllmene
that 1 am waiting for the ex
PLANTATION which 1 think you ow,
me?"
They were alone together, llnger
ing still at the table TO which
Andre-Louis had come belatedly.
Explanation? he questioned
"But on what scorer"
ION the score Of the deception
you have practiced on us--on me
You should not have pretended to
be a simple country lawyer, which
Of course. anyone could see that
you are not"
u see,Y he said, and pulled at
his pipe. But you are wrong. Gil
meme. I am neither more nor less
than I have represented myself"
Hal And that fine lady who
carried you off in her cabriolet?
What IS she to you?"
"A sort OF sister" said he.
"A sort OF sister!" She was in
dignant. Harlequin foretold that
you would say so; but he was
amusing himself. She has a name,
suppose, this sort Of sister?'
Certainly she has a name. She
Is Nile. Allne de Kercadlou, the
niece OF Quintin de Kercadiou. Lord
of Gavrillac."
"Oho! That's a sufficiently fine
name for your sort Of sister. What
sort Of sister. my friendly
For the first time in their rela-
tionship he observed and deplored
the faint Of vulgarity, OF shrewdish-
ness, in her manner.
"Her uncle, NJ. de Kercadiou, is
my godfather. It Is popularity be-
heved in Gavrillac that NJ de Kerr
cadlou is my father. He has GER
tainly cared for my rearing from
my tenderest years. owe to him
everything that 1 have-or, rather.
everything that / had. Today I
possess nothing save what can
earn for myself in the theater or.
elsewhere"
She sat stunned and pale under
that cruel blow to her swelling
pride.
You should have told me this
before. she said, in dull voice that
she strove to render steady.
Perhaps / should. But does It
really matter7"
"Matter?" She suppressed her
fury to ask another question. You
say that this NJ. de Kercadiou is
popularity believed TO be your father |
What precisely do you mean?"
Just that. II is a belief that l do |
not matter. II is a matter Of instinct, |
perhaps, with me. Moreover, once |
asked NJ. de Kercadiou polnt-blank.
Ind I received from him a denial"
And your mother, was she equal
Y ignorant" She was sneering. but
he did not remark It. Her back was
o the light.
HE would not disclose her name
20 me. He confessed her to be a
iear friend of his"
She startled him by laughing, and /
her laugh was not pleasant.
"A very dear friend. you may be
Iure you slmpleton. What name
10 you bear?"
He restrained his own rising in
Iignation to answer her question
almly; "Moreau. It was given me,
o I am told. from the Brittany viii
age in which I was born. In fact,
have no name, unless It be Scara-
louche. to which I have earned a
tie. So that you see. my dear" he
nded with smile, II have prac-
ced no deception whatever"
mo, no. I see that now" She
lughed without mirth, then drew a
eep breath and rose. Il am very
red" she said.
She moved towards the door,
regging her feet a little. He sprang
0 open it. and she passed out with
VI looking at him.
on the morrow Andre Louis found
is mind distracted by thoughts OF
9th Climene and Aline. II was
line who provided the deeper per-
lrbation. Climene's attitude he re-
arded as a passing phase. But the
bought Of Aline's conduct toward
i'm kept ranking. and still more
eeply ranked the thought OF her
ossible betrothal to NJ. de La Tour
Ayr
This it was that brought foroibiy
his mind the self-imposed but by
wv half-forgotten mission that he
Id made his own. He had boosted /
at he would make the voice which
de La Tour d'Azyr had sought 10
ence ring through the length and
eadth of the land. What a fine
ntrast between. the promise and ]
e fulhllmentl
It happened that the FIRST person I
saw when he took the stage on
at Thursday evening was Aline;
G second was the Marquis de La {
'ur d'Arzyr. They occupied a box z
! the right Of and Immediately I
'ove, the stage.