Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1922-06-30

/ HIS Ultlltf was ah 49,
married the prince de Gramont; an in
.ernational affair of the past genera
ion. De Gramont led her Il dogs life,
hear until he was killed in a duel.
She lived in Paris with the boy, sent
lim to school here at home, and he
was at Yale when the war broke out.
He was technically a French subject,
so he went back to serve his time.
"Still. he's an American now. Calls
himself Henry Gramont, and would
lrop the prince stuff altogether if these
French people around here would let
him
A page brought the domino. Fell,
discarding the mask, threw the domino
about his shoulders, and the two men
left the club in company.
They sought their destination afoot
the home of the banker Joseph Mall
lard. The streets were riotous, filled
with an eddying. laughing crowd OF
masquers and merrymakers of all ages
and sexes; confetti twirled through
the air, horns were deafening, and
laughing voices rose into sharp screams
| of unrestrained delight.
At last gaining st. Charles avenue,
with the Maillard residence a half
dozen blocks distant, the two compan-
ions found themselves well away from
the main carnival throngs.
As they walked along they were sud-
denly aware Of Il 1.-the figure approach
| ing from the rear; with a running leap
and an exclamation of delight the fig
ure forced itself in between them,
grasRing an arm of either man, and
a bantering voice broke in upon their
train of talk.
Forfeit - it cried. "Forfeit-where
are your masks, sober gentlemen? This
grave physician may be pardoned, but
not a domino who refuses to mask
And for forfeit you shall be my escort
and take me whittier you are going"
Laughing, the two fell into step,
CHANGING at the gay figure between
them. A Columbine, she was both
cloaked and masked. Encircling her
hair was a magnificent scarf shot with
metal designs of solid gold-a most
unusual thing. Also, from her words
it was evident that she had recognized
them.
"Willingly, fair Columbine," respond
ed Fell in his dry and unimpassioned
tone of voice. "We shall be most happy
indeed to protect and take you with
gus"
$50 far as the door, at least" inter-
rupted Ansley, with evident caution.
But Fell drily laughed aside this wary
limitation.
NAY, good physician, farther" went
on Fell. "Our Columbine has an excel
lent passport, l ssure you. This gauzy
scarf about her raven tresses was
woven for the good Queen Hortense,
and l would venture a random guess
that, claSped about her slender throat,
lies the queens collar Of star sap
phires-"
"Oh!" From the Columbine broke a
cry of warning and swift dismay.
Don't you dare speak my name, sir
don't you dare!"
Fell assented with a chuckle, and
subsidized.
Ansley regarded his two companions
with sidelong curiosity. He could not
recognize Colunbine, and he could not
tell whether Fell was speaking of the
scarf and jewels in jest or earnest.
Such historic things were not uncom-
mon in New Orleans, yet Ansley never
heard of these particular treasures.
However, it seemed that Fell knew
their companion, and accepted her as a
fellow guest at the Maillard house.
"What are you doing u on the
streets alone?" demanded Fell, sud
denly. Haven't you any friends or
relatives to take care of you?"
Columbine's laughter pealed out, and
she pressed Fells arm contidingly.
"Have l not some little rights in the
world, monsieur?' she said in French.
II have been mingling with the dear
crowds and enjoying them, before | go
to be buried in the dull s%plendors of
the rich mans house. Tell me, do YOU
think that the Midnight Masquer will
make an appearance tonight?'
Il have every reason to believe that
he WILL" said Jachin Fell, gravely.
Columbine put one hand to her
throat, and shivered a trifle.
"You-you really think so? You are
not trying to frighten me?' Her voice
was no longer gay. 'But-the jewels
if they are taken by the Masquer-'
"In that case" said Fell, 'let the
blame be mine entirely. If they are
lost, little Columbine, others will be
lost with them, fear not! l think that
this party would be a rich haul for the
Masquer, Ell? Take the rich man and
his friends-they could bear plucking,
that crowd! Rogues ALL"
"Confound YOU, Fell!' exclaimed
Ansley, uneasily. "Ifstlle bandit does
show up there would be the very devil
to pay"
And Maillard would do the paying"
Felr's dry chuckle held a note of Bit
terness. Let him. Who cares? Look
at his house, there, blazing with lights.