The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1924-10-16
Synopsis

tests, MYRTLE. young French girl.
stands In a country road on the verge
OF desperation.
CHAPTER H.--Halted by an explod.
"a tire. two young Englishmen. Lord
Gerald Dombey and Christopher Bent
appearance. She begs them to take her
away from her misery. In spirit OF
adventure they do SO. conveying her 70
friends. MYRTLE speaks English. her
mother having been an educated woman.
CHAPTER III.-Gerald sees besuti-
ful young woman in the gambling
room 3, and is fascinated. but can only
learn that she is called Pauline de Po-
Mere and is with her aunt. He u un-
TOPPER and Gerald decide MYRTLE shall
not 70 back to her home. Lady Mary,
Qsrald's sister. secretly In love with
o. My Fl the
CHAPTER Iv.-9erald and Christie
pher arrange for mutual guardian
ship Of MYRTLE.
Y CHAPTER v.-Lord Dombsy makes
the acquaintance OF Pauline. He ID
puxsled by the air OF mystery ana CON-
aescension surrounding ner.
CHAPTER vI-Myrtile falls desper-
etQly In love with Gerald. but he.
sns r xS Sny mldy bsss
really loves her and world marry her.
N CHAPTER VIA mysterious RUS
stan; zubin; wins large sum gaara at the hs
knows the De Ponieres. but can get no
Information from him
littie progress in his courtship of Myr-
tile. who Is completely infatuated with
Lord Dombey and would gladly become
81. He n sfa Sa r. Pauline s1is TOT
CHAPTER Ix--Gsrald tells Pauline
Of ZubIn's gambling. She Is at once
Ru sssseea and f Bring him to her and her
aunt Gerald finds Zubin. The Russian
has lost all he had won and practically
sSs as. else zub BIZ h Ns S hin sSsr
CHAPTER Kit is learned that Zu-
bin was the steward OF Madame de Po-
Mere. and has lost at the gaming tables
her niece possessed The two women
leave Monte Carlo after selling their
jewelry. Gerald Ia unable to trace
ng Myrtiis. to tchSistophers disauistuds.
"And you daren't trust her here
with me, old chap, Is that it,"
Something like 1t, I'm afraid" the
other admitted frankly.
Gerald sighed.
AWhat Lothario you must think
mer he declared. "As matter of
fact, Chris. don't think that the in
.genue does attract me very much. i
am too young and unsophisticated my
self. 1t Is hardened sinners like you
who are bowled over by rusticity and
morals. ! prefer something a little
more advanced in the worlds ways"
"Then, for heavens sake. leave the
others alOne!" Christopher enjoined
CURLY. "We have difficult task be-
fore Us with MYRTLE, especially az,
for once in her life. Mary doesn't seem
Inclined to help us. Treat the child
sensibly. for heavens sake"
"What do you mean by .sensibly,'
old chap7"
We'll, remember that she has to
be q nursery governess and not
Parlsian demi.mondaine. It's idiotic
to take her to these smart restaurants
and dancing places. It's outside her
life. It gives her false IDEAS"
Frankly. you bore me about Myr-
tile" Gerald declared. "You ought
to have been born in the days of dear
old Oliver Cromwell. My idea is that
girls were made to live like butterflies,
to be happy just in the few hours
when the sun shines"
you have not even the philosophy
OF the pagan" Christopher retorted.
"YOu forget that the butterfly enjoys
the supreme advantage Of being unen-
numbered with SOUL"
The street door was suddenly
opened In their faces. They had ar
Rived at Myrtile's lodgings, to find her
issuing into the street. She seemed
20 look through Christopher at Gerald,
who was a pace or two behind Her
smile was wonderful.
81 knew that something pleasant
was going to happen this morning |"
she exclaimed. 'T felt It when I got
up"
"You were quite right" Gerald as
sured her. Something very pleasant
II going to happen. I am going to
take you over to Nice I'm the car to
lunch.
MYRTLE clapped her hands.
"Wait one moment" she begged Il
must go and get some different gloves.
TIL catch you up before you get to
the corner of the street"
The two young men stroIled slowly
on. There was serious expression
ON Christopher's face.
"And you are taking MYRTLE to Nice
-Mademeiselle de Poniere having
left" Christopher continued thought
fully.
Gerald frowned.
.sThat was rather my idea" he ad-
mitted. Have you anything against
itr'
Christopher passed his hand through
his friends arm. They had reached
the end Of the street and turned