The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1924-02-02
SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 2, 1924
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Pictures Watch Frank
Lloyd with cornne Griffith Countess Zattiany.
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Countess Zattiany.
Gertrude AthertQn
| What In Gods name would they
talk about? Politics? Books? Art?
banalities! he'd half 4
mind to go to Florida after al
or join Jim Oglethorpe in
Carolina: he had a standing il .A-
ton he'd return by the
next train; he'd felt a. II existing
In vacuum all day.
When he reached his rooms hs
found his problem solved for tho
moment-possibly. A telephone
slip informed him that Madame
Zattiany would be at home, and a
note from Mrs. Oglethorpe enclosed
tickets for her box At the opera
that night.
II she would only go!,
He called the house. The butler
answered and retired to summon =
Madame Zattiany. Her voice came
clear and cool over the telephone.
He invited her to 60 to Sherry's for
dinner and to hear Farrar in But.
terny" afterward. II must tell you
that we shall sit in box" he add.
ed. MRS. Oglethorpe's."
"Oh!" There was a pause that
seemed eternal Then she laughed
suddenly, laugh Of intense amuse.
ment that ended on a note of reck.
lessness. well! Why not? Yes.
will go. Very many thanks"
Good. It means an early dinner.
Ill call for you at Q quarter to-
seven" ~
nm promptness itself. Au 'voir."
So that was that! OEe nights
respite. He'd leave her at her door.
He wondered II his voice had been
as impersonal as her own: he had
almost barked into the telephone
and had probably overdone it. But
was any man ever in such q ghast.
ly position before? Well, he'd lose
the game before he'd make a fool
Of himself again. Ass
-. he'd had the game in his
own hands last night could
have switched OF any moment
He'd let 60 and delivered himself
into hers.
He took q cold shower, and made
meticulous toilet.
When he arrived at the house he
was shown into the drawing.room.
He had never seen It before and he
glanced about him with some curl
osity. 1t was a period room: Loul,
Quinze. The furniture looked as il
made OF solid gold and Madame Du
Barry herself might have sat on
the dainty brocades. The general
effect was airy and graceful. gay.
frivolous. and subtly vicious. Gan
emanation to which the chaste Vic.
torian had been impervious) He
understood why Madame Zattiany
did not use 1t. She might be subtly
anything, but assuredlv she was
neither airy nor frivololn 4,
Then he realized that there was
painting Of girl over the mantel
and that the girl was Mary Ogden.
He stepped forward eagerly. almost
holding his breath. The portrait
ended at the tiny waist, and the
stiff satin Of the cuirass.like bodice
was softened with tulle which
seemed to float about the sloping
shoulders. The soft ashen hair.
growing In a deep point on the
broad, full brow. was brushed soft.
ly back and coiled low on the long.
white neck. The mouth was soft
and pouting, with humorous quirk
at the corners, and the large. dark
gray eyes were full Of hooking
light that seemed directed straight
into the depths Of his puzzled brain
as he stood gazing at that present.
ment Of once potent and long
vanished beauty. Extraor.
dinarily like and yet 50 extraordi-
narily unlike! But the resem.
blance may have we'll been exact
when Mary Zattiany was twenty.
How had Mary Ogden looked at
thirty? That very lift Of the strong
chin. that long arch Of nostril.
something began to beat In the
back Of his brain.
what a beauty poor Mary must
have been. MOI"
He turned and forgot the Dor.
trait. Madame Zattiany wore q
gown Of that subtle but unmistakr
able green that no light can turn
blue; thin shimmering velvet to
the knees. melting into satin en-.
broidered with silver and yelled
with tulle. On her head was q
small diamond tiara and her breast
was blaze Of emeralds and dia.
monds. She carried q large fan
Of green feathers.
| He had believed he had meas-
!. .ured the extent Of her beauty. hut
the crown gave her new radiahcsl
and she looked as, attainable an
queen on her throne.
He went forward and raised her
hand to his lips. Il insist" he said
CALAMITY. Anything else would
be out Of the picture. l need not
tell you how wonderful you look
nor that after tonight you will
. hardly remain obscure!"
why do things halfway? It han
never been my method. And Mar y
} told me once that Nile.green had
been her favorite color until she
lost her complexion. So-as 1 am
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