Evening journal., 1922-07-13


sequel
And Scaramouche proceeded to
unfold a scheme that filled Bnet
with a paralyzing terror.
After Redon, Nantes" he said.
Nantes and the Theatre Feydau."
NJ. Binet choked in the act OF
drinking. The Theatre Feydau was
sort of provincial Comedie Fran
caise.
But why not Paris and the Come
die Francaise ?" wondered NJ. Blnet,
with sarcasm, when at last he had
got his breath.
THAT may come later" says i'm
pudence.
"Eh? You've been drinking. my
friend"
But Andre-Louis detailed the
plan that had been forming in his
mind.
Wen talk of Paris after Nantes"
he finished. supremely matter-of-
fact, 'just as we will definitely de-
eide on Nantes after Redon."
The persuasiveness that could
sway a mob ended by sweeping NJ.
Binet Off his feet. The prospect
which Scaramouche unfolded, IL ter
rifying. was also intoxicating.
"The thing remains possible"
said he then, holding his glass to the
light. and speaking casually, ''as
long as l am with YOU"
Agreed. my dear Scaramouche.
agreed. Our chance meeting was a
fortunate thing for both of us"
"And now for the remainder Of
my proposal"
"Ah? And the proposal?"
'Is that you constitute me your
partner. with an equal share in the
profits Of your company"
The decision to which NJ. Blnet
finally came was, naturally, the only
one possible in the face Of so firm a
resolve as that of Andre-Louis, who
held the trumps.
In the end the matter was settled,
and the announcement duly made to
the assembled company. There were.
Of course, jealousies and resent
ments. But these were readily swal-
lowed when it was discovered that
the lot of the entire company was
10 be materially improved from the
point Of view of salaries.
The one exception was Clmene,
Her failure to bring to heel this in |
eresting young stranger had begot- |
en- i'm her a malice which his per-
iistent ignoring of her had been
steadily ihnaming. She had remon-
'trated with her father when the
lew partnership was first formed.
She had lost her temper with him.
nd called him fool, whereupon NJ.
}inet-in Pantaloons best manner
had lost his temper in his turn
nd boxed her ears. She piled it up
o the account OF Scaramouche.
One day she threw herself in his
way as he was leaving the theatre.
'Will you tell me what have done
o you?" she asked him. point-blank.
"Done to me, mademoiselle2 He
i'd not understand.
She made a gesture of impatience
Why do you hate me?"
Hate you, mademoiselle? I con-
ider you adorable. l envy Leandre
very day of my life. I have seri-
usly thought of setting him to play
and playing lovers
iyself."
Il don't think you would be a sue T,
ess," said she.
"Given the Inspiration that is
wen Leandre, it is possible that I /
light be convincing" =
why what inspiration do you :
ean?"
The inspiration of playing to so t
iorable a Climene."
Her lazy eyes were now alert to j.,
arch that lean face of his. Y
You are laughing at me-" said y
le, and swept past him into the
eater on her pretended quest.
here was nothing to be done with
ch a fellow. He was utterly with c
1t feeling. He was not a man at
Yet when she came forth again at d
lie end of some FIVE minutes, she y
und him still lingering at the door. y
mot gone yet?" she asked him. :,
:
Il was waiting for you. mademoi- =
lie. You will be walking to the IT
n. II I might escort you =" :,
But what gsllantry! What conde- a
ension!'
1T amuses you to cruel" said
NO matter. Shall =,
e walk?" c
They set out together, stepping h
iskly to warm their blood against g
e wintry evening air Awhile they "
ent in silence. yet each furtively s;
the other. @,
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