Evening journal., 1922-07-25
CONTINUED From Our Last Issue)

eyes cleaned a moment; the mex
' they were smiling up into the fac'
OF his tall enemy.
NO better than the others, aftei
y ALL Well, WE'LL Remark, i beg you
how history repeats itself-witf
/. ~ertain differences. Because poo
Sllmorin could not bear a vile liz
with which you goaded him. he
/. struck you. Because you cannot bear
an equally vile truth which / have
uttered. you strike me. But always
ts the vileness yours. And now as
then for the striker there is =.
He broke off. But there. 1 will
meet you II you desire It. mon
sieur"
what else do you suppose that
desire? To talk?"
Apdre-Louis turned 10 his friends
and sighed. so that I am to go an
other iaunt TO the Bois. Isaac, per-
hans YOU will kindly have a word
with one Of these friends Of NJ. lie
MARQUIS and arrange for nine
o'clock tomorrow as usual.
y CHAPTER VIII
Monday morning. at quarter
mast eight. as with lie Chapelier'
Andre-Louis was rising from table
"a set out for the Bots. his house
keeper startled him by announcing
Mademoiselle de Kercadiou.
He looked at his watch. Although
his cabriolet was already at the
. door he had few minutes 10 spare.
He excused himself from lie Cha
peller. and went briskly out to the
ante-room.
She advanced to meet him, her
manner eager. almost feverish.
81 will not affect ignorance Of
/ why YOU have come" he said quickly,
10 make short work. But time
presses, and I warn you that only the
most solid Of reasons can be worth
stating"
But 49,. Oh, Andre, this
meeting must not take place." She
came close up 70 him. TO set her
hands upon his shoulders, and stood
so. her face within a foot of his own.
you know, Of course. of some
good reason why It should not?'
said he.
you may be killed" she answered
him. and her eyes dilated as she
spoke.
II was so far from anything that
he had expected that for moment
he could only stare az her. Then ne
thought he had understood. lie
laughed as he removed her hands
from his shoulders. and stepped
hack. This was a shallow device
childish and and unworthy in her.
Come. now said he. There is
too much between La Tour dAzyr
and me. There is an oath I swore
on the dead hand of Philippe de
ViImorin. I could never have hoped
that God would afford me so great an
onportunity of keeping it."
you have not kept It yet" she
warned him. -.
He smiled at her. 'True?' he
said. But o'clock will soon be
here. Tell me-" he asked her sud
denlv. why did you not carry this
request of yours to NJ. de La Tour
,dAzyr2"
II did" she answered him and
flushed as she remembered her yes
terdav's rejection. He interpreted
the flush quite otherwise.
and he?" he asked.
IN. de La Tour d'Azyr's obliga-
lions > she was beginning;
then she broke off to answer shortly;
"oh, he refused"
lie chapelier put his head in at
the door.
Forgive the intrusion. But we
shall be late. Andre, unless you
Coming" Andre answered him.
eff you will await my return, Alitne'
you will oblige me deeply"
She did not answer him. She was
numbed He took her silence for
assent. and, bowling, left her.
Standing there half-frenzied by I
her helplessness, she caught again I
the sound of vehicles and hoofs on {
the cobbles of the street below. A I
carriage was approaching.
She sped to the door of the ante
room. and pulling it wide stood I
TO listen. It was /
woman's voice asking in urgent tones s
for NJ. Andre-Louis-a voice at first v
vaguely familiar. then clearly rec
ognized, the voice OF Nine. de Plou- !
gastel.
Excited, she ran to the head OF
the narrow staircase in time to hear /,
Nine. de Plougastel exclaim in agi- :
.ation: :
He has gone already Oh, but
how long since? Which way did he h
.ake?" b
Aline ran down that steep stair I
Ease. calling: s
"Madamei Madamel" a
The portly. comely housekeeper