The Washington herald., 1922-01-15

tin that such an experience a. this
new friendship should come to
an end WITHOUT some trace Of regret
on the part Of his new-mads friend.
but nothing he could do succeeded in
drawing from Nademoiselie Parchesi
any expression Of concern at the APP
preaching separation. and she OBJ
viously parri ed his advances in this
direction. This hurt him a good deal.
II was inconsistent with the esti-
mate he had formed Of her character
TO be so unfeeiing. for she had always
been frank and sympathetic before.
In all their meetings.
He threw on this feeling Of disap.
pointment a. well as he could, never
theless, and determined TO make the
best Of this last opportunity Of see
ing her. He had had three days Of
unconventional, almost primitive,
comradeship with her. happily without
a hint Of discord. He would not spoil
that now by a disagreem ent He was
very glad to have been able to know
her. even for this short interval. He
had no hope Of ever sc sing her again,
and SO he gave himself up to the
pleasure of this last time.
They walked up the beach more
quietly than usual, and by 8 o'clock
reached the place where they first
met. The shore was deserted, and
they sat down together. with a lit
tie embarrassment, the tension of
their approaching farewell assert
ing itself in spite Of Mademoiseile
Parchesis nervous attempts At rail-
lery. These she gave up after a
while. and sat quietly gazing at the
sea.
Justin looked at the girl narrow
ly and wondered what was behind
her silence. II was some time be-
fore he could pull himself together
enough to say sood-by, and then
the old difficulty confronted him:
the barrier of the language, never
SO exasperating. never SO insur-
mountable as now. alone with her
in the gathering dusk of sky and
sea-for the last time. Again the
temptation to free his mind was
too great TO be resisted. II can't
stand it. I won't stand it," he said.
THE idea of being here with a girl
like you. whom shall probably
never see again in my life, and not
able to talk to you! BY Jove. ]
will talk TO you. whether you un-
derstand or not! You're my kind
we are of the same caste known
10 by every gesture you make.
There ought to be a universal
language for people like US. l
ought to be able to understand
what you say, IL you spoke Arabic.
on a day like this, And I could
make myself worth while, I'm sure
of that feel remarkably interest
ing. and I'm not afraid to tell the
truth about either myself or you.
But what's the use? You're q
mummy-you're ghost-you're
deaf and dumb Grrrrr," He
growled the last ejaculation of dis
satisfaction through clenched teeth.
Mile. Parchesi certainly did not
look either a ghost. q mummy, or a
deaf-mute, for she sat up straight,
clapped her hands and cried,
encore! encore" laughing nerv-
ously.
1t seemed foolish to Justin to 60
on SO. talking to himself in this
ridiculous way, but there was some
thing in the girls attention that
encouraged him, he hardly knew
why. More than this. a finer sense
of the humorous possibilities Of
the case awakened in him. He
went on with his monologue, speak
ing more to himself than to her.
I'D like to know who you are. I
don't mean your name and resi-
dence, but who you really are-whp