The Washington times., 1922-06-21
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- Off q difficult position with
~ q delicacy and savoir faire
that had earned him her gratitude.
He had saved her q hundred hu.
mutations with q tact that had
been as spontaneous a. II had been
unobtrusiye. And they had the
bond between them OF the common
love they. had for this strange
leader efea strange tribe. What
had been the origin Of the friend.
ship between these utterly dis
similar men--a friendship that
seemed to 30 back to the days OF
their boyhood? The question In
trtsued her and she pondered over
It. lying quietly on the divan.
smoothing the hounds huge. head
resting on her knee.
The vicomts wrote rapidly
for sons time and then
flung down his pen with an ex.
clamation' Of relief. gathered UP
the loose sheets from the floor
ana. stacking them In an order
iy heap on sths table. swung
round on his chair again. He
looked at the girls slender little
figure lying with the uncon-
sciously graceful attitude Of q
child against the heaped-up cush-
ions. her face bent over the
dogs rough. grey head. and he
felt an unwonted emotion stirring
In him. The quick sympathy that
she had aroused from the first
moment OF seeing her had given
place to Q deeper feeling that
moved him profoundly, and with
II q chivalrous desire to protect.
q longing to stand between her
and the irremsdiabls disaster that
loomed inevitably ahead Of her.
She felt his concentrated case
and looked UP. You have done
your work."
"An ! can DO at the moment.
Henri must unravel the rest; he
has . passion for hisroslyphics.
He 10 an Invaluable person 1
could never get on without him.
He buliied me when We were
boys 'tosethsr--at least that In
what I called It. He called II
amusing Monsieur le vicomte,'
and for the last fifteen years he
has tyrannized over me whole
heartedly." He laughed and
snapped his fingers at Kopec.
who ;whined and rolled his eyes
In, his direction, but did not. Lift
Ms head from Diana's knee.
There was . pause. and Diana
continued fondiing the hound
absently. IT have reads your
books. Monsisur-ail that Mon.
ssigneur has here" she said ct
last. looking up sravsly.
He gave . little bow with q
few murmured words that she did
not catch.
your novel interested me-"
she went on. stiil stroking the
hound, a. II the nearness Of the
great beast helped her.
As Q rule novels bore me, the
subjects they deal with have been
OF no interest to me. but this one
gripped me. It 10 unusual. it 10
wonderful. butts Il real?" She
had spoken dispassionately with
the boyish candor that was
Characteristic. not cornplimenting
an author on . masterpiece, but
stating q fact simply. a. It ap-
peared to her.
Saint Hubert leaned forward
over the back Of his chair. I'm
what way-rsal7" he asked.
She looked at him squarely.
DO you think there really exists
such Q man a. you have drawn
q man who could be as tender.
a. unselfish, as faithful as your
hero?" .....
Saint Hubert looked away, and.
picking up his pen. stabbed idly
at the biottins.pad. drawing
meaningless circles and dots. With
q slow shrug. The scorn in her
voice ana the sudden pain in her
eyes hurt him. ~, p
"Do you know such, . man.
Monsieur, or 10 he wholly .
creature OF your imasinationf"'
she persisted. n
He completed n complicated
diagram on the shsst Of biottinG.
paper before answering. Il DO
know q man who, given certain
circumstances, has the ability to
develop into such . character" I"
he said eventually In q low
voice. 49,. ~ ',.,at.
She laughed bitterly. Then
you are luclkier. than I. I am
not very old. but during the
last five years I have met many
men Of many nationalities, and
I have never known one who In