Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-07-03
Continued from our last issue)

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do you know said Climene.
that I am waiting for the explana
ton which / think you W me?"
They were alone together. linger-
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, any one could see that
you are not"
II see" he said, and pulled at his
pipe. But you are wrong. Gil
meme. 1 am neither more nor less
than 1 have represented myself"
Hal! And that fine lady who car-
ried 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 anus
ing himself. She has a name, l sup
pose, this sort of sister,"
Certainly she has a name. She
is Mile. Aline de Kercariou, 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 friend?"
For the first time in their rela-
tionship he observed and deplorei
the faint of ~vulgarity, of shrewd-
ishness, in her manner.
Her uncle, NJ. de Kercadiou, Is
my godfather. 1t is popularity be-
lieved in Gavrillac that M. de Ker-
cadiou is my father. He has cer-
tainly cared for my rearing from
my tenderest years. l owe to him
everything that 1 have-or, rather,
everything hat 1 had. Today 1 pos
sess nothing save what i can earn
for myself in the theatre or else
WHERE
She sat stunned and pale under
that cruel blow to her swelling
pride.
you should have told me this
before" she said, in a dull voice
that she strove to render steady.
Perhaps 1 should. But does it
really matter?"
MATTER" She suppressed her
fury to ask another question. "You
say hat this NJ. de Kercadiou is
popularity believed to be'your father
What precisely do you mean?"
Just that. 1t is a belief that l do
o share. 1t is a matter of instinct,
perhaps, with me. Moreover, once
| asked M. de Kercadiou point
blank. and I received from him a
denial"
And your mother, was she equal
ly i~gnorant?" She was sneering, but
he did not remark it. Her back wa
to the light.
HE would not disclose her name
- oN~aNI LAr 81 - -
dear friend of his"
She startled him by laughing, and
her laugh was not pleasant.
"A very dear friend, you may be
sure, you simpleton. What name dc
you bear?"
He restrained his own rising in
~dignation to answer her question
calmly: "Moreau. 1t was given me
so 1 am told, from the Brittany vii
lage in which l was born. In fact
| have no name, unless it be Scara.
mouche, to which 1 have earned g
title. So that you see, my dear" he
ended with a smile, II have prac-
ticed no deception whatever"
mo, no. / see that now" She
laughed without mirth'' then drew a
tired" she said.
She moved toward the door. drag
ging her feet a little. He sprang to
open it, and she passed out without
looking at him.
On the morrow Andre-Louis
found his mind distracted by
thoughts of both Climene and Aline
1t was Aline who provided the deep
er perturbation. Climene's attitude
he regarded as a passing phase. But
the thought of Aline's conduct to-
ward him kept ranking, and still
more deeply ranked the thought OF
her possible betrothal to NJ. de La
Tour d'Azyr.
This it was that brought forcibly
to his mind the self-imposed but by
now half-forgotten mission that he
had made his own. He had boosted
that he would make the voice which
NJ. de La Tour d'Azyr had sought to
silence ring through the length and
breadth of the land. What a fine
contrast between the promise and
the fulfllment,
1t happened that the first person
he saw when he took the stage or
that Thursday evening was Aline;
the second was the Marquis de La
Tour d'Azyr. They occupied a box
on the right of, and Immediately
above, the stage.
4id was 1lit II . hioh cliONh
The next came after the second act
Entering the green-room he found
at the far end with Climene, ovel
whom he was bending from his fint
height, his eyes intent upon hei
face. NJ. de La Tour d'Azyr.
That night there were high word!
between Andre-Louis and Climene
the high words proceeding from eli.
meme. When Andre-Louis again en-
Joined prudence upon his betrothed
she shocked and stunned him by hel
virulently s~hrewdish tone. and hel
still more unexpected force of in
vective.
I'll not tolerate your insensat,
jealousy. A girl in the theatre mus
make it her business to accept HON
age from ALL"
Agreed; and there is no harm
provided she gives nothing in ex
change"
White-faced, with flaming eyes
she turned on him at that.
How? You dare?"
Il know NJ. de La Tour d'Azyr.
he answered her. HE is a man wht
takes what he wants wherever III
finds it and whether it is given will
ingly or not; a man who reckon'