Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1924-01-23

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replied. out Of habit.
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No. !, conndentlally. ''0ue never
knows what may happen. and thsse's
lots more winery tbat cams hem..
I put The mensy int my pocket.
and thanked him with . smile.
III
Mot q half an hour had elapsed:
In here wns again IN Currou
Street Mar By I could zee
the nls Of carriages outside
Drinking House: the lights
glowed: upon the air came the
strains once more Of ''chop Chop
Chinamau." But now was 10 ioater
aions: the beautiful figure by my
side. though she was In keeping With
the opulent scene. represented In her
robe Of fame the red virgin Of IN.
archy. Il was. exciting and wondsr.
full ] knew that my duty was 10
lead her forthwith to the police and
to expose the plot. 80 that the EN-
peror Of Berengaria might proceed
with his peaceful life. But thu idea
Of manacles upon those tender wrists.
that dark waving hair under the cap
Of the prisoner. It was unthinka0le,
horrible. ! hated and feared her, but
at the same time q gentler sentiment
arose in me. II only ] could ave
her. argue with and convert her! For.
Of courSe. some day she must BE-
caught and die. or see the roses OF
her cheek grow dull In Q prison cell.
Only, to convert Q woman one must
make her love one. There was not
much time.
II was then that with . pretty
laugh No. s paused outside the arch.
way, and murmured: TITS all very
we'll. but still haven't got my slip.
per-" a a
II say" I replied. remorsefully!.
How like a man! ! was going to
make you walk until we met q taxi.
Why! You might have hurt your
foot"
She laughed on q queer. intense.
ecstatic note: "Oh." she murmured,
III only might spill my hearts
blood for our cause"
spill your hearts blood IL you
like" I replied. "but your foot's
blood Is not glorious. The question
10. how am I to find you q slipper.
Look here. I'm afraid it'll be q bit
large for you. but let me lend you
my left Shoe"
She laughed again: "And then It
will be your foot's blood which win
be spilled for the cause" marveled
at her nghtness, but she was not 20;
she could laugh In the middle OF
tragedy.
II know what to d." I said. 1--WE
Just been to dance. and It's my mis-.
fortune to grow very hot. Thus
carry several spare hAndkerchiefs.
Let ME make you sort Of sandal"
She laughed again. and silently
extended a charming foot, covered In
fiame-colored silk. I knelt down,
fumbEns with the handkerchiefs,
and was filled with pity as I noted
this exquisite little foot, rather too
long. but very slim. and perfectly
arched. 1t was cold In my hands ~
swaddled it in the handkerchiefs,
clrrasily tying them about the ankle.
When it was done, No. 8 murmured.
I'm afraid I shall limp"
take my arm" ! replied. ana we
walked along Curzon Street: I
trembled under the light weight Of
the little hand.
II say" I remarked, II can't 70
on calling you No. s."
She drew q little away: "FIow do
you mean? We have no names. We
are but lonely atoms working to.
ward . common end"
Il know" / replied. for realized
that in such adventures names are
not used: But, all the same. you
and / are entering upon q business
from which neither may come out
alive. Let us not tell each other our
names. but let US assume names. a.
might . pair OF ghosts meeting on
the other side. For me well.
can me Godfrey. ana I'll call you
Sylvia"
IAN right. Godfrey" she
murmured. coming a little closer.
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