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


| oHer or supreme. unselflsh love.
He turned away. and, crossing III,
room, opened the door leading into hi,
own suite. A NwOndrous-an amasin,
vision confronted him. For q mo
ment he was aghast. MYRTLE, trans
formed as though by the wand OF .,
artist, her gown, simple and unadorned
retentive Of all the grace of her sfrl
hood. yet exquisitely suggestive Of tn.
woman to come-Myrtile, her hal,
drooped low on either side Vt her ova]
race, robed lily, unspoilt and un
furnished by the cunning fingers which
had produced veritable triumph. He,
bosom was rising and falling Quickly
her lips were parted. Then she beeal
to laugh softly. Everything was right
with the world. Gerald's look of trans
fixed admiration told her all that sh>
needed to know.
"Win / do?" MYRTLE asked demurely
you are wonderful! I" Gerald en-
claimed. "But-what does II mean p
II have come to your party" MYRTLE
announced, "and even Monsieur Chris.
TOPPER shall not send me away. ]
went to Madame Lenore She dressed
me and she had my hair arranged. II
was so drOll. When 1 looked In the
glass scarcely knew myself. You are
pleased?"
II am more than pleased" Gerald an
swered. taking her band. >-"But about
this party. am not sure"
"You don't want me?" she whispered.
He could no longer resist the invita-
ton Of her lips. After moment, how
ever, she sprang away. The violinist
In the room beyond had commenced q
waltz. She dragged Gerald through
the open door and gave little cry Of
delight when she saw the room.
Dance with me-" she begged, "just
you and l. all alone. Dance with me,
Gerald"
They moved or to the music. The
violinist smiled with pleasure. The
other instruments took up the strain.
MYRTLE closed her eyes. half fainting
with the Joy Of the music. the smooth
floor, Gerald's arms. Presently he
stopped. He was unaccountably out
Of breath. He took one Of the gold
fooled bottles from the sidebOard,
opened It and filled two glasses with
the foaming WINE Myrtile's eyes
shone like stars as she drank.
"Oh, I am happy J" she murmured.
"This Is wonderful! Promise, Gerald,
that you will never send me away.
PromiseY'
There was shrek of voices az the
room was invaded. Nadine came
through the door which led from his
own suite.
Some men followed. accompanied by
a little crowd of girls. Every one was
curious about MYRTLE She shook
hands shyly with those whom Gerald
presented to her When they asked for
her name. however. he shook his head.
"Mademolselle Is our guest for this
evening"" he announced ''She II not,
alas! of our world. Let US call her
Mademoiselle ""
'Mademoiselle the Spirit. rather" q
Frenchman exclaimed. 81 think that
you have dragged her down from the
skies. Present me. Gerald. or I shall
be your enemy for life"
1.-THE Marquis Chantelaine." Gerald
murmured, "Mademoiselle 4. The
MARQUIS is a shameless fellow, Myr-
tile, and you must not believe word
he says"
81 am shameless ar not according %
INV surroundings" the Frenchman de-
clared. "No one could look into the
eyes of mademoiselle and speak other
than the TRUTH"
Chlotilde pouted.
as no one going to say nice things
to others?~ che conplained. >0efase
you ought To- have warned us. wouio
have worn MY new gown. Ii IS exactly
the color Of the sky. Even my maid
declared that I. too. slipped down from
heaven"
There was q little chorus OF laugh
ter. Cocktails were brought IN and
cigarettes lit. Every one gathered
around and talked to MYRTLE. She
answered them naturally enough. but
every now and then With embarrass-
ment.
nMademoiselle x may be asked NO
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